. Literary friends and acquaintance : a personal retrospect of American authorship. ded thatevery one who forebore to speak needlessly to him, or toshake his hand, did him a kindness; and I wish I couldbe as sure of the wisdom of all my past behavior as Iam of that piece of it. He walked up to the water-cooler that stood in the corner, and drew himself a fullgoblet from it, which he poured down his throat with abackward tilt of his head, and then went wearily withindoors. The whole affair, so simple, has always re-mained one of a certain pathos in my memory, and Iwould rather have seen Lincoln
. Literary friends and acquaintance : a personal retrospect of American authorship. ded thatevery one who forebore to speak needlessly to him, or toshake his hand, did him a kindness; and I wish I couldbe as sure of the wisdom of all my past behavior as Iam of that piece of it. He walked up to the water-cooler that stood in the corner, and drew himself a fullgoblet from it, which he poured down his throat with abackward tilt of his head, and then went wearily withindoors. The whole affair, so simple, has always re-mained one of a certain pathos in my memory, and Iwould rather have seen Lincoln in that unconsciousmoment than on some statelier occasion. iVi I went home to Ohio, and sent on the bond I was tofile in the Treasury Department; but it was mislaidthere, and to prevent another chance of that kind I car-ried on the duplicate myself. It was on my second visitthat I met the generous young Irishman William , at the house of my friend Piatt, and heardhis ardent talk. He was one of the promising men ofthat day, and he had written an anti-slavery novel in 82. -J^
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