he name of his fiancee
after her death, and if anybody else did so, he immediately
left the room.

=Nathaniel Hawthorne= always washed his hands before reading
a letter from his wife. He delighted in poring over old
advertisements in the newspaper files.

=Macaulay= kept his closets crammed with elaborately
embroidered waistcoats, and the more gaudy they were the
better he liked them.

=Disraeli= wore corsets. The older he grew, the greater
became his desire to dress like a young man. He had a pen
stuck behind each ear when writing.

=F. Marion Crawford= carries his own stationery, pen, and
ink, and never writes with any other. He has written every
word of every novel with the same penholder.

=Bjornson= kept his pockets full of the seeds of trees,
scattering handfuls broadcast in his daily walks. He even
tried to persuade his associates to do the same.

=Darwin= had no respect for books as books, and would cut a
big volume in two, for convenience in handling, or he would
tear out the leaves he required for reference.

=Zola= would pass whole weeks in the belief that he was an
idiot. While in this state he wrote more than at any other
time. He would never accept an invitation to dinner.

=Oliver Wendell Holmes= used to carry a horse-chestnut in
one pocket and a potato in another to ward off rheumatism.
He had a great fondness for trees, and always sat under one
when he could.

=Voltaire=, as a preliminary to his day's work, would
sharpen an even dozen lead pencils. He would untie and retie
his stock whenever an idea concerning his work particularly
pleased him.

=Count Tolstoy= used to go barefoot and hatless the year
round. He is fond of French perfumes, and keeps his linens
scented with sachet powder. There is always a flower on his
desk as he writes. Although rich, he wears the cheapest
clothes he can buy.

=Sir A. Conan Doyle=, even in the coldest weather, never
wears an overcoat. When he gives an afternoon lecture he
removes his vest and buttons his Prince Albert coat close to
his body. He is a golf enthusiast, and spends all the time
possible on the links.

=Bret Harte=, when the inspiration was on him, would hire a
cab for the night, and drive, without stopping, through the
darkness until the struggle for ideas was over,