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may, and no doubt will, sound egotistical, but to me they are very gratifying, as 
showing the feelings of my late chief. 
It was at this time that he wrote: 
Heaven only knows where my fate may lead me, for at present I am like a feather 
wafted by the wind. If a good offer were made me, would start to-morrow for 
either Van Dieman’s land or Kamschatka. 
But his fate led him to remain in Washington City for a time, where 
he occupied himself in making new acquaintances and gathering mate- 
rials for the commencement of his work on American Entomology— 
meanwhile using his influence toward the removal of the chief clerk, 
D. J. Browne. 
It has been said of Mr. Glover: 
In his dealings with meu he was just even to a degree that was generous; but his 
prejudices were strong and almost unyielding. He never forgot a kindness, nor was 
he in tae least delinquent in his recognition of a favor. 
It may be added that he never forgot an injury and rarely forgave it ; 
and concerning his old chief, he always spoke in terms of most sub- 
lime contempt. He attacked his plagiaristic failings by means of the 
“deadly parallel” column, in the public press of the day, and wrote 
pages besides. His life of D. J. B. (not published), in the form of a 
dozen pen and ink caricatures, is as taking as a Thackeray sketch, the 
drawing being superlatively grotesque, while the explanations abound 
in telling hits. This set of drawings would bear reproduction were 
they not so personal. (The alligator’s blood caricature is from this 
series. ) 
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The eee a els 
a hedl a dream which was now aha plenary : (Byron) 
Fic. 4. An early caricature. 
