ench and German to the same journal; Anne Cora
Lynch, now Madame Botta; and many others.

"I must not forget to mention Fisher, the sub-editor of _The New
Yorker_, and, in his own estimation, the most important person upon
that journal. He was what might be called a literary fop, and was much
given to the production of highly-wrought, Byronic poems and sketches.
I remember hearing that some one called one day at the office, and
asked to see the editor. Fisher immediately presented himself.

"'What!' said the visitor, somewhat surprised, 'are you Mr. Greeley?'

"'No,' said Fisher, running his fingers nonchalantly through his curls,
'I am not Mr. Greeley, but,' drawing himself up, 'I am the editor of
_The New Yorker_. Mr. Greeley is only the printer.'

"This incident having got out among brother's friends, it was
considered so good a joke that for years he was called in the office
and by the literary fraternity, 'The Printer.'

"The entertainment at these Friday evenings was mainly conversation,
varied by the occasional reading of a poem. Your Aunt Mary was much
admired that winter, both for her exquisite beauty and the charm of her
winning, artless manners. As I said, she was very fond of dancing; but
brother never had time to accomplish himself in the art. I remember,
however, that at a Christmas party given by his partner, Mr. Wilson, he
was induced to dance a quadrille. His mathematical accuracy enabled
him to go through the figures perfectly, when he had once seen them
danced; and he enjoyed it so thoroughly, and wore such an air of
unconscious happiness, that an old Quaker lady (the mother-in-law of
Mr. Wilson) who was looking on remarked to me, 'I didn't think thee
could find so beautiful a sight as thy brother's dancing this side of
heaven.'

"I have described your Aunt Mary as beautiful, and perhaps you would
infer that she was also over-fond of dress. She was no devotee to
fashion, and her toilet was, even at that period, characterized by
great simplicity, but was noted, at the same time, for picturesqueness."

Ida showed me, the other day, a very interesting letter written to her
father by a friend, Mr. Yancey, who was present at his marriage, and as
it confirms what mamma has said of Aunt Mary's beauty, I will make some
extracts from it. Mr. Yancey was the son-in-law of Squire Bragg, at
whose house Aunt Mary resided while teaching school in North Carolina.

"GERMANTOWN, TENNESSEE, _July 6, 1