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hy　turkey；　which　hadperhaps　adorned　his　board　in　the　days　of　the　elder　Adams；　would　beremembered；　while　all　the　subsequent　experience　of　our　race；　and　allthe　events　that　brightened　or　darkened　his　individual　career；　had　goneover　him　with　as　little　permanent　effect　as　the　passing　breeze。　Thechief　tragic　event　of　the　old　man's　life；　so　far　as　I　could　judge；　washis　mishap　with　a　certain　goose；　which　lived　and　died　some　twenty　orforty　years　ago；　a　goose　of　most　promising　figure；　but　which；　attable；　proved　so　inveterately　tough　that　the　carving…knife　wouldmake　no　impression　on　its　carcass；　and　it　could　only　be　divided　withan　axe　and　handsaw。　　But　it　is　time　to　quit　this　sketch；　on　which；　however；　I　should　beglad　to　dwell　at　considerably　more　length；　because；　of　all　men　whomI　have　ever　known；　this　individual　was　fittest　to　be　a　Custom…Houseofficer。　Most　persons；　owing　to　causes　which　I　may　not　have　space　tohint　at；　suffer　moral　detriment　from　this　peculiar　mode　of　life。　Theold　Inspector　was　incapable　of　it；　and；　were　he　to　continue　inoffice　to　the　end　of　time；　would　be　just　as　good　as　he　was　then；　andsit　down　to　dinner　with　just　as　good　an　appetite。　　There　is　one　likeness；　without　which　my　gallery　of　Custom…Houseportraits　would　be　strangely　inplete；　but　which　my　parativelyfew　opportunities　for　observation　enable　me　to　sketch　only　in　themerest　outline。　It　is　that　of　the　Collector；　our　gallant　oldGeneral；　who；　after　his　brilliant　military　service；　subsequently　towhich　he　had　ruled　over　a　wild　Western　territory；　had　e　hither；twenty　years　before；　to　spend　the　decline　of　his　varied　and　honourablelife。　The　brave　soldier　had　already　numbered；　nearly　or　quite；　histhreescore　years　and　ten；　and　was　pursuing　the　remainder　of　hisearthly　march；　burdened　with　infirmities　which　even　the　martialmusic　of　his　own　spirit…stirring　recollections　could　do　little　towardslightening。　The　step　was　palsied　now；　that　had　been　foremost　in　thecharge。　It　was　only　with　the　assistance　of　a　servant；　and　by　leaninghis　hand　heavily　on　the　iron　balustrade；　that　he　could　slowly　andpainfully　ascend　the　Custom…House　steps；　and；　with　a　toilsome　progressacross　the　floor；　attain　his　customary　chair　beside　the　fireplace。There　he　used　to　sit；　gazing　with　a　somewhat　dim　serenity　of　aspect　atthe　figures　that　came　and　went；　amid　the　rustle　of　papers；　theadministering　of　oaths；　the　discussion　of　business；　and　the　casualtalk　of　the　office；　all　which　sounds　and　circumstances　seemed　butindistinctly　to　impress　his　senses；　and　hardly　to　make　their　wayinto　his　inner　sphere　of　contemplation。　His　countenance；　in　thisrepose；　was　mild　and　kindly。　If　his　notice　was　sought；　an　expressionof　courtesy　and　interest　gleamed　out　upon　his　features；　proving　thatthere　was　light　within　him；　and　that　it　was　only　the　outward　medium　ofthe　intellectual　lamp　that　obstructed　the　rays　in　their　passage。　Thecloser　you　perated　to　the　substance　of　his　mind；　the　sounder　itappeared。　When　no　longer　called　upon　to　speak；　or　listen；　either　ofwhich　operations　cost　him　an　evident　effort；　his　face　would　brieflysubside　into　its　former　not　uncheerful　quietude。　It　was　not　painful　tobehold　this　look；　for　though　dim；　it　had　not　the　imbecility　ofdecaying　age。　The　framework　of　his　nature；　originally　strong　andmassive；　was　not　yet　crumbled　into　ruin。　　To　observe　and　define　his　character；　however；　under　suchdisadvantages；　was　as　difficult　a　task　as　to　trace　out　and　build　upanew；　in　imagination；　an　old　fortress；　like　Ticonderoga；　from　a　viewof　its　grey　and　broken　ruins。　Here　and　there；　perchance；　the　walls　mayremain　almost　plete；　but　elsewhere　may　be　only　a　shapeless　mound；cumbrous　with　its　very　strength；　and　overgrown；　through　long　yearsof　peace　and　neglect；　with　grass　and　alien　weeds。　　Nevertheless；　looking　at　the　old　warrior　with　affection…　for；　slightas　was　the　munication　between　us；　my　feeling　towards　him；　like　thatof　all　bipeds　and　quadrupeds　who　knew　him；　might　not　improperly　betermed　so…　I　could　discern　the　main　points　of　his　portrait。　It　wasmarked　with　the　noble　and　heroic　qualities　which　showed　it　to　be　notby　a　mere　accident；　but　of　good　right；　that　he　had　won　a　distinguishedname。　His　spirit　could　never；　I　conceive；　have　been　characterised　byan　uneasy　activity；　it　must；　at　any　period　of　his　life；　haverequired　an　impulse　to　set　him　in　motion；　but；　once　stirred　up；　withobstacles　to　overe；　and　an　adequate　object　to　be　attained；　it　wasnot　in　the　man　to　give　out　or　fail。　The　beat　that　had　formerlypervaded　his　nature；　and　which　was　not　yet　extinct；　was　never　of　thekind　that　flashes　and　flickers　in　a　blaze；　but；　rather；　a　deep；　redglow；　as　of　iron　in　a　furnace。　Weight；　solidity；　firmness；　this　wasthe　expression　of　his　repose；　even　in　such　decay　as　had　crept　untimelyover　him；　at　the　period　of　which　I　speak。　But　I　could　imagine；　eventhen；　that；　under　some　excitement　which　should　go　deeply　into　hisconsciousness…　roused　by　a　trumpet…peal；　loud　enough　to　awaken　allof　his　energies　that　were　not　dead；　but　only　slumbering…　he　was　yetcapable　of　flinging　off　his　infirmities　like　a　sick　man's　gown；dropping　the　staff　of　age　to　seize　a　battle…sword；　and　starting　uponce　more　a　warrior。　And；　in　so　intense　a　moment；　his　demeanourwould　have　still　been　calm。　Such　an　exhibition；　however；　was　but　to　bepictured　in　fancy；　not　to　be　anticipated；　nor　desired。　What　I　saw　inhim…　as　evidently　as　the　indestructible　ramparts　of；　OldTiconderoga；　already　cited　as　the　most　appropriate　simile…　were　thefeatures　of　stubborn　and　ponderous　endurance；　which　might　well　haveamounted　to　obstinacy　in　his　earlier　days；　of　integrity；　that；　likemost　of　his　other　endowments；　lay　in　a　somewhat　heavy　mass；　and　wasjust　as　unmalleable　and　unmanageable　as　a　ton　of　iron　ore；　and　ofbenevolence；　which；　fiercely　as　he　led　the　bayos　on　at　Chippewaor　Fort　Erie；　I　take　to　be　of　quite　as　genuine　a　stamp　as　whatactuates　any　or　all　the　polemical　philanthropists　of　the　age。　He　hadslain　men　with　his　own　hand；　for　aught　I　know…　certainly；　they　hadfallen；　like　blades　of　grass　at　the　sweep　of　the　scythe；　before　thecharge　to　which　his　spirit　imparted　its　triumphant　energy…　but；　bethat　as　it　might；　there　was　never　in　his　heart　so　much　cruelty　aswould　have　brushed　the　down　off　a　butterfly's　wing。　I　have　not　knownthe　man；　to　whose　innate　kindliness　I　would　more　confidently　make　anappeal。　　Many　characteristics…　and　those；　too；　which　contribute　not　the　leastforcibly　to　impart　resemblance　in　a　sketch…　must　have　vanished；　orbeen　obscured；　before　I　met　the　General。　All　merely　gracefulattributes　are　usually　the　most　evanescent；　nor　does　Nature　adornthe　human　ruin　with　blossoms　of　new　beauty；　that　have　their　rootsand　proper　nutriment　only　in　the　chinks　and　crevices　of　decay；　asshe　sows　wall…flowers　over　the　ruined　fortress　of　Ticonderoga。Still；　even　in　respect　of　grace　and　beauty；　there　were　points　wellworth　noting。　A　ray　of　humour；　now　and　then；　would　make　its　waythrough　the　veil　of　dim　obstruction；　and　glimmer　pleasantly　upon　ourfaces。　A　trait　of　native　elegance；　seldom　seen　in　the　masculinecharacter　after　childhood　or　early　youth；　was　shown　in　the　General'sfondness　for　the　sight　and　fragrance　of　flowers。　An　old　soldiermight　be　supposed　to　prize　only　the　bloody　laurel　on　his　brow；　buthere　was　one；　who　seemed　to　have　a　young　girl's　appreciation　of　thefloral　tribe。　　There；　beside　the　fireplace；　the　brave　old　General　used　to　sit；while　the　Surveyor…　though　seldom；　when　it　could　be　avoided；　takingupon　himself　the　difficult　task　of　engaging　him　in　conversation…　wasfond　of　standing　at　a　distance；　and　berous　countenance。　He　seemed　away　from　us；　although　we　saw　himbut　a　few　yards　off；　remote；　though　we　passed　close　beside　hischair；　unattainable；　though　we　might　have　stretched　forth　our　handsand　touched　his　own。　It　might　be　that　he　lived　a　more　real　life　withinhis　thoughts；　than　amid　the　unappropriate　environment　of　theCollector's　office。　The　evolutions　of　the　parade；　the　tumult　of　thebattle；　the　flourish　of　old；　heroic　music；　heard　thirty　years　before；…such　scenes　and　sounds；　perhaps；　were　all　alive　before　hisintellectual　sense。　Meanwhile；　the　merchants　and　shipmasters；　thespruce　clerks　and　uncouth　sailors；　entered　and　departed；　the　bustle　ofthis　mercial　and　Custom…House　life　kept　up　its　little　murmurround　about　him；