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and with a voice husky with emotion, and with eyes suffused with tears, 
he told me how unhappy he was and how he longed for the end to come. 
Among other things he felt keenly the neglect of his old friends, some 
of whom were residing then in Baltimore, and whom, he said, had never 
called upon him or helped to relieve in any way the monotony of his 
existence. My leave-taking from him on this occasion was most pain- 
ful. I remained with him as long as I could do so, but when time 
came to depart he clung to my hand like a child, walking with me out 
upon the door-step, and stood looking after me as I walked away. I 
never saw him again. His death came peacefully on the 7th of Sep- 
tember, 1883, surrounded by his immediate family, his wife, and adopted 
daughter, and he was laid at rest in the Loudon Park Cemetery, near 
Baltimore. \ 
One who knew Mr. Glover intimately for twenty or more years of his 
life has said of him, ‘In his personal habits and intercourse he was 
peculiar.” He was peculiar even to the verge of eccentricity, yet in 
summing up the many traits of his character, to his very peculiarities 
is due mainly the measure of success in life to which he attained. He 
was a man of few friends. In bis youth the friendship of one or two 
enthusiastic boy lovers of nature, like himself, who could enter into his 
pursuits and think as he thought, satisfied him. In middle life, after a 
residence of five years in Washington, he says of himself, in touching 
upon this theme, ‘Acquaintances I have made many, but friends none.” 
That he made few friends I think was due to several causes—a slight 
distrust of mankind in tbe first place, coupled with a feeling that too 
close intimacy would bring a greater or less degree of annoyance. Then 
he wasa man so thoroughly interested and absorbed in his own pursuits 
that few who came in contact with him, particularly in later life, found 
in him that responsiveness or congeniality that one expects to call out 
in a thorough man of the world. But it may be said of him, once a 
friend always a friend. 
Not averse to society, he enjoyed himself in it, yet in general terms 
he regarded time spent in complying with its demands asso many hours 
wasted. I scarcely ever knew a man whose character was made up of 
such opposing traits. He was most generous in many things which, in 
the estimation of the world, go to make up generosity, yet in the matter 
of personal concerns, as far as the world went, his self-interest was so 
absorbing thatit left no heed for the interests of others. ‘Never trouble 
Mr. Glover with your own affairs” was a gentle hint conveyed to me as 
a piece of advice a few months after I became his assistant. Heeding 
it, I won, in time, his friendship, and then another side of his nature 
was revealed tome. An exacting task-master with himself at all times, 
he demanded fuli and unhesitating compliance with his wishes, when 
once made known, from those over whom he exercised authority ; and 
yet where the disposition was shown to be diligent and faithful or ioyal 
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