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attached to, demanding the greater part of his time. When it was 
launched there were some lines written commencing : 
To Townend we drink, that lad of much fun, 
So deeply in love with his dog and his gun. 
A volume might be filled with the stories Mr. Glover has told me of 
his life at this period. He was ‘hail fellow, well met,” everywhere, 
having all the friends he desired (sometimes too many, doubtless), and 
devoting himself to pleasure. 
It was during a brief visit to Fishkill that Mr. Glover first met Miss 
Sarah T. Byrnes, an estimable young lady, and the daughter of Joseph 
T. Byrnes, a gentleman of prominence, who owned a large estate lying 
upon the banks of the Hudson. An attachment having sprung up be- 
tween them, they were married in September, 1840, in New Rochelle, 
and in the following spring went to live in Fishkill-on-the-Hudson (then 
known as Fishkill Landing), Mrs. Glover’s native place. 
During the five years which followed Mr. Glover chiefly interested 
himself in floriculture, in natural history studies, and taxidermy, a large 
case of the native birds of Dutchess County, N. Y., shot and prepared 
by him, still remaining in excellent condition, evidence of his taste and 
skill in this direction. He also employed a part of his time in art, as 
Mrs. Glover particularly remembers two large oil paintings, one of fruit, 
the other of flowers, which were produced at this time, and subse- 
quently presented to relatives in England. 
In the spring of 1846, in company with his wife, Mr. Glover visited 
his relations in England, remaining until fall. Upon his return he went 
to live upon his own place, which he had purchased from the Byrnes 
estate, and a more romantic and beautiful spot he could hardly have 
chosen. Lying upon the crest of a gentle slope, in sight of Storm King, 
the surrounding country broken into majestic hills and deep vales, at 
a point where the noble river makes a bend to the left and is joined by 
the creek which swept at the foot of his garden, the view was one of 
surpassing loveliness. I first saw it through the yellow haze of a bright 
October day and while viewing scenes which had been sofamiliar to him— 
the orchard that he had planted, the garden plot where he spent so 
much of his time, and the rocky creek, upon the banks of which he had 
had so many piscatorial triumphs, for he was an expert disciple of Wal- 
ton—the wonder came how he could have left it all, and become satisfied 
with the hum-drum life into which he drifted in later years. In this 
beautiful place, on his return from England, he began in earnest the 
life of a country gentleman, busying himself with the planting and care 
of fruit and ornamental trees, and with his garden, which was noted for 
its fine flowers and vegetables. He also paid considerable attention to 
the cultivation of small fruits, all the leading varieties of which were 
tested by him. ‘ 
Mr. Glover visited England again in the fall of 1849, and at this time 
spent some days at Walton Hail, in Wakefield. Mr. Oates states that 
while staying on one occasion with a cousin at Scarborough, with whom 
