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no money at all. * At night,' said a patient of his, whom he 

 sent to me when she came to America, 'his pockets are emptied. 

 He knows nothing of their contents before, and so his money 

 is cared for.' I said his meals are often interrupted. His 

 butler brings in cards, notes, letters. * There,' says he, and lays 

 by note after note. Then two or three ladies come in. If he 

 be not in, down they sit on the sofa, and take up books or 

 newspapers. Then gentlemen, with or without ladies, appear. 



They are always asked to table by Miss , his sister-in-law, 



or somebody else. When the Professor is at table he places 

 them. But he is reading and eating, or giving bread to a 

 spotted Danish coach-dog named Billy, of fine size, and a 

 universal pet. I feed him always. Professor S. talks to the 

 comers. Then learns of strangers what they want, gets their 

 residence if visits are wanted, or goes into a room hard by and 

 sees them alone. His house is very large and full of rooms, 

 and always seems inhabited. At length he gets ready to go 

 out. 'Come away,' says he to me. I run up to put on a 

 different coat, to get hat, &c., and always find him hat on at 

 the door, ready to run down the steps for the morning's work 

 This is the way every day. He wears a narrow-brimmed hat, 

 and puts it on well back, and shows his whole face and part ot 

 his head. His dress is always black, with a remarkably nicely- 

 arranged white neck-cloth, with a vory carefully-made bow in front. 

 So you see he is always dressed. I think, M., you would want 

 to give the hat a different set. You could not improve the rest 

 of the toilet. Now, is it not a great privilege to be the inmate 

 of such an establishment as this ? Is it not a thing to prize, to 

 be the companion of a man so wholly devoted to others, and 

 yet who is so cheerful, so constantly happy himself? You are 

 admitted by such a man into the society of his thou::;ht and of 



