was a busy oue. The work of the division had increased so rapidly 
that more help was necessary, and an assistant was assigned to him. 
At this time Mr. Glover was very busy with the preparation of his 
books of manuscript notes, particularly in Coleoptera and Lepidoptera, 
adding to the mass of material which had accumulated for so many 
years compilations from other authorities, to the end of “ completing 
to date” the histories of the insects he had figured. He was in frequent 
correspondence at this time with Dr. Walsh, Messrs. Uhler, Riley, San- 
born, Grote, and Robinson, and other leading entomologists, receiving 
from them new material for the Department collection, or to be figured 
in his work, sending them in return new species for description from 
the material which was beginning to be received from collectors in the 
South and West. 
The museum was now attracting considerable attention, and the num- 
ber of visitors was steadily increasing. To a man of Mr. Glover’s 
enthusiastic temperament, so ready a means of imparting information 
and proving to the world the value of his ideas as now presented it- 
self, was not to be lost. So it came about that by no means the least 
interesting of the objects there to be seen by visitors was the ento- 
mologist himself. Notwithstanding that Mr. Glover’s life for many 
years had been that of a recluse— for in his devotion to his entomolog- 
ical work it amounted to the same thing — he was a social being, and 
thoroughly enjoyed meeting and talking with people of intelligence and 
appreciation, whether strangers or not. It was a portion of the duties 
of his assistants, at this time, to interest the museum visitors as far as 
possible, and to explain to them its objects and uses. Professor Glover 
kindly took upon himself a just proportion of this rather tedious occu- 
pation — members of Congress, Senators, and other high officials, includ- 
ing strangers who were in any way prominent, being his especial prey. 
The professor always maintained that duty alone called him from his 
desk upon fhese occasions ; but sometimes there were ladies in the par- 
ties, and the frequent peals of laughter from a merry group convinced 
us, in our quiet corners, that the entomologist might have made himself 
a very agreeable society man had he chosen to divorce himself from work 
long enough to indulge in such frivolous existence. None could blame 
him if indeed this devotion to duty at such times was mere pretense, 
for it was almost his only contact with the world, and “ all work and 
no play” does not conduce to the proverbial “Jack’s” intellectual de- 
velopment. 
In these years he was residing at the corner of Seventh and H streets, 
occupying a single room which he was pleased to call his “den,” and 
in which, from choice, he ate, slept, wrote, sketched, engraved, and saw 
his few intimate friends. What with his engraving and writing tables, 
his book cases (constructed from boxes), trunks, tool-chest, and insect 
cases, in addition to the stove and regular bedroom furniture, there was 
little space to spare. But it was all he desired at the time, though a 
very great change came over him in his manner of living a few years 
