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with work as was his, was very unusual. 
Several years ago, when I was quite a young 
girl, and going alone to Kansas, by way of 
Cincinnati, I found upon my arrival at a 
hotel in that city, that Dr. Warder, of whom 
I had heard Mr. Charles D. Bragdon, of the 
Rural New Yorker, often speak, had called 
several times to inquire if I had arrived. 
Mr. Bragdon with his usual kindly foresight 
had written to Dr. Warder, asking him to 
kindly look after my welfare during my stay 
in Cincinnati. It was in the month of July, 
and the weather was so intensely hot that, 
upon the following day, I was almost pros¬ 
trated by the heat, when who should call 
but Dr. Warder, and after the first greeting 
was over, he immediately said in his pater¬ 
nal way, “Now my child, I am going to tab*) 
you home with me at once; this hot city is 
no place for you.” The transition from the 
city to his beautiful home at North Bend, on 
the Ohio River, was the most grateful pos¬ 
sible, and for several days I was the recipi¬ 
ent of a hospitality most cordial, refined, 
and replete with interest. Each day some¬ 
thing was planned for my pleasure, and I 
have never failed to look back upon that 
visit with unabated surprise that Dr. War¬ 
der and his family, whose hospitalities and 
attention must ever have been greatly exer¬ 
cised toward a large circle of friends, should 
have accorded to me, a stranger, and one to 
whom they could feel under no obligations 
whatever, such a generous and altogether 
exceptional kindness. I later renewed my 
acquaintance with Dr. Warder and his 
daughter, at the World’s Fair at Vienna, to 
which he was accredited as Commissioner, 
and there his kindness and thoughtful help 
were as generously and courteously extend¬ 
ed as before—all of which I remember with 
the liveliest gratitude. 
Dr. Warder’s home at North Bend was 
delightfully situated on ail eminence in the 
midst of a large farm. I remember well 
one peculiarity of the house, its generous 
amount of room on the ground floor and the 
unusual number of outside doors. His sons, 
who assisted in the work of the farm, had 
immediate access to their rooms from with¬ 
out, which I thought a great convenience. 
There was a large tree near the house, under 
which the family sat, and which served for I 
the Summer sitting- and reception-room.— 
close, clean sward under the feet and a 
charming range of landscape for the eyes. 
The walls of the Doctor's library were lined 
with books, and in the middle of the room 
stood a large writing table. The housekeep¬ 
ing was ordered perfectly with a refined 
taste and quietness, altogether unusual. 
Dr. Warder was devoted to his family of 
sons and daughters, then mostly grown; 
and to his wife, he was passionately attach¬ 
ed. However great his love may have been 
for her in his youth, it knew no abatement 
thereafter, and no one, I think, could know 
him without discovering the fact that the 
ooject of his tenderest care and affection, 
was his wife. 
There w r as much in Dr. Warder’s nature, 
that was peculiarly delicate and rare. As 
a physician, he instinctively thought of, 
and administered to, the needs of all about 
him. His love for trees and flowers was 
thoroughly genuine. I think I never saw 
him without a flower in his button-hole. 
At the time of my sojourn at his house, he 
was interested in a locust grove he had 
planted for timber, to be used, I think, for 
posts. The quick and easy growth of lo¬ 
cust trees, and the excellence of the wood 
for certain purposes, in his estimation, made 
their cultivation very profitable. During 
his stay at Vienna, he especially devoted 
himself to the methods of forestry in vogue 
in Europe. As a student of trees, he has, as 
is very well known, long been, perhaps, the 
highest authority in the United States. 
The work of his life has been a very useful 
one, as he united to the practical vocation 
of agriculture a thoroughly scientific mind, 
which means a very great deal. » 
Dr. Warder was tail and slight in figure, 
and there was nothing in his face or ap¬ 
pearance that would distinguish him to the 
casual observer as a man of eminence. He 
was extremely well-bred and without be- 
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ing in the slightest degree polite to excess, 
he was so thorough a gentleman in his* 
manners and habits, as to have been such 
from nature and not from training. He had 
a woman’s delicacy joined to a man’s man¬ 
liness. Although dead at the age of 72 
years, he must have passed away in full 
mental health and activity .—%Mary Wager- 
Fisher, in Rural New-Yorker. 
