. Little journeys to the homes of the great . and he had a dealof it—was never saved up for Sunday; he used it inhis business. But James Oliver was a Scotchman, andthis being so, the fires of his theological nature weremerely banked. When Death was at the door an hourbefore his passing, this hardy son of heath and heather,of bog and fen and bleak North Wind, roused himselffrom stupor, and in his deep, impressive voice, soonto be stilled forever, startled the attendants with thestern order, Let us pray! Then he repeated slowlythe Lords Prayer, and with the word Amen sankback upon his pillow to
. Little journeys to the homes of the great . and he had a dealof it—was never saved up for Sunday; he used it inhis business. But James Oliver was a Scotchman, andthis being so, the fires of his theological nature weremerely banked. When Death was at the door an hourbefore his passing, this hardy son of heath and heather,of bog and fen and bleak North Wind, roused himselffrom stupor, and in his deep, impressive voice, soonto be stilled forever, startled the attendants with thestern order, Let us pray! Then he repeated slowlythe Lords Prayer, and with the word Amen sankback upon his pillow to arise no the occasional drunken workman, he had termsof pity and sentences of scorn in alternation. At suchtimes the Scotch bur would come to his lips, and theblood of his ancestors would tangle his tongue. Oneof his clerks once said to me, As long as Mr. Jamestalks United States, I am not alarmed, but when hebegins to roll it out with a bur on his tongue, as if hismouth were full of hot mush, I am scared to death. 77 JAMES OLIVER. N Eighteen Hundred Ninety-three, JamesOliver spent several months at the ChicagoExposition. He was one of the Worlds-FairCommissioners 53 53Hundreds of people shook hands with him daily. Hewas a commanding figure, with personality plus. Noone ever asked him, any more than they did old DoctorJohnson, Sir, are you anybody in particular? Hewas somebody in particular, all over and all of the ;& That story about how the stevedores on the docksin Liverpool turned and looked at Daniel Webster andsaid, There goes the King of America, has beenrelated of James Oliver. He was a commanding figure,with the face and front of a man in whom there was noparley. He was a good man to agree with. In anyemergency, even up to his eightieth year, he wouldhave at once taken charge of affairs by divine voice was the voice of there at Chicago he was always the center of anadmiring group. He was Exhibit A of the Oliver Plow-Works Exhibit
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