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the New Haven road, and he took an early 

 train to see her (this was a new feature), re- 

 turning to me in the evening. I met him at 

 the depot. He wore the superb uniform over- 

 coat of the Gardecorps Kiirassier, long, flowing, 

 and rich, with a broad, scarlet-lined fur collar. 

 It was caught across the throat with a scarlet 

 snood, and hung loosely from the shoulders. It 

 made his six feet two really becoming. At 

 home he was easy but very quiet, saying little 

 but saying it very well, and he won as much 

 confidence as the stain on his moral character 

 would allow. Like most of his class, he knew 

 and cared absolutely nothiug for what interests 

 the New England mind, and he would early 

 have palled on our taste but for his music. 

 His performance was skilful; he played difficult 

 music, and he pla} T ed it very well, but without 

 vanity or apparent consciousness. When not 

 occupied in this way, and when not addressed, 

 he neither spoke nor read, apparently he did 

 not even think, but relapsed into a sad and 

 somewhat vacant reticence. But for our knowl- 



