.10 MISSOURI BOTANICAL GARDEN. 



friends, fearini,' he might fall in love and thus spoil his 

 well-defined plans," 



The capital which bought the «' small stock of cutlery " 

 and gave the young man his first start in life, was furnished 

 by his uncle, Mr. James Hoole, who lived to see the splen- 

 did success of the perilous investment, and for whose 

 memory his nephew cherished the profoundest respect. 



While, very naturally and properly, the main object of 

 Mr, Shaw at this the decisive period of his career was to 

 " make money," and thereby secure that financial inde- 

 pendence necessary for the accomplishment of higher pur- 

 poses, and while in order to do this he willingly denied 

 himself many youthful enjoyments, he did not push his 

 prudent self-denial beyond reasonable limits. Then and 

 always he knew how to harmonize business and pleasure, 

 how to use both without abusing either, and so to obtain 

 the benefits of both with the fewest possible disadvantages. 

 He never believed in the popular American doctrine of 

 *'all work and no play," nor did he adopt the equally 

 foolish American idea which postpones the play until work 

 has destroyed all desire for it. He had his time for busi- 

 ness and his time for pleasure, and never allowed one to in- 

 terfere with or encroach upon the other. St. Louis in 

 those days was small in population, but large enough in 

 the material for social enjoyment. The dominant element 

 was French; with all that the name implies in warm hos- 

 pitality, simple courtesy, fondness for innocent amusement, 

 and that invincible light-heartedness which no care or 

 trouble, however heavy, can altogether subdue. His 

 knowledge of the language was no less useful in social than 

 in commercial affairs, and combined with uniform politeness 

 and entertainin-g conversation soon made him as much at 

 home in this little fragment of far away France as if he were 

 a Frenchman born. The finest garden in St. Louis then be- 

 longed to Madame Rosalie Saugrain ; and her daughter — 

 the late Mrs. Henry Von Phul — remembered how the 

 young Englishman, on his daily afternoon horse-back rides 



