uite knocked out by the nomination of Horace Greeley. For a long
time he could not reconcile himself to support the ticket. Horace White
and I addressed ourselves to the task of "fetching him into camp"--there
being in point of fact nowhere else for him to go--though we had to get
up what was called The Fifth Avenue Conference to make a bridge.

Truth to say, Schurz never wholly adjusted himself to political
conditions in the United States. He once said to me in one of the
querulous moods that sometimes overcame him: "If I should live a hundred
years my enemies would still call me a--Dutchman!"

It was Schurz, as I have said, who brought Lamar and me together. The
Mississippian had been a Secession Member of Congress when I was a
Unionist scribe in the reporters' gallery. I was a furious partisan in
those days and disliked the Secessionists intensely. Of them, Lamar
was most aggressive. I later learned that he was very many-sided and
accomplished, the most interesting and lovable of men. He and Schurz
"froze together," as, brought together by Schurz, he and I "froze
together." On one side he was a sentimentalist and on the other a
philosopher, but on all sides a fighter.

They called him a dreamer. He sprang from a race of chevaliers and
scholars. Oddly enough, albeit in his moods a recluse, he was a man of
the world; a favorite in society; very much at home in European courts,
especially in that of England; the friend of Thackeray, at whose house,
when in London, he made his abode. Lady Ritchie--Anne Thackeray--told me
many amusing stories of his whimsies. He was a man among brainy men and
a lion among clever women.

We had already come to be good friends and constant comrades when the
whirligig of time threw us together for a little while in the lower
house of Congress. One day he beckoned me over to his seat. He was
leaning backward with his hands crossed behind his head.

As I stood in front of him he said: "On the eighth of February, 1858,
Mrs. Gwin, of California, gave a fancy dress ball. Mr. Lamar, of
Mississippi, a member of Congress, was there. Also a glorious young
woman--a vision of beauty and grace--with whom the handsome and
distinguished young statesman danced--danced once, twice, thrice, taking
her likewise down to supper. He went to bed, turned his face to the
wall and dreamed of her. That was twenty years ago. To-day this same Mr.
Lamar, after an obscure interregnum, was with Mrs. Lamar looking over