“Well, I--I--hardly know. I had the Unabridged, and I was ciphering around in the back end, hoping I might tree her among the pictures. But it's a very old edition.” “Why, my friend, they wouldn't have a picture of it in even the latest e---- My dear sir, I beg your pardon, I mean no harm in the world, but you do not look as--as--intelligent as I had expected you would. No harm--I mean no harm at all.” “Oh, don't mention it! It has often been said, and by people who would not flatter and who could have no inducement to flatter, that I am quite remarkable in that way. Yes--yes; they always speak of it with rapture.” “I can easily imagine it. But about this interview. You know it is the custom, now, to interview any man who has become notorious.” “Indeed, I had not heard of it before. It must be very interesting. What do you do it with?” “Ah, well--well--well--this is disheartening. It ought to be done with a club in some cases; but customarily it consists in the interviewer asking questions and the interviewed answering them. It is all the rage now. Will you let me ask you certain questions calculated to bring out the salient points of your public and private history?” “Oh, with pleasure--with pleasure. I have a very bad memory, but I hope you will not mind that. That is to say, it is an irregular memory--singularly irregular. Sometimes it goes in a gallop, and then again it will be as much as a fortnight passing a given point. This is a great grief to me.” “Oh, it is no matter, so you will try to do the best you can.” “I will. I will put my whole mind on it.” “Thanks. Are you ready to begin?” “Ready.” Q. How old are you? A. Nineteen, in June. Q. Indeed. I would have taken you to be thirty-five or six. Where were you born? A. In Missouri. Q. When did you begin to write? A. In 1836. Q. Why, how could that be, if you are only nineteen now? A. I don't know. It does seem curious, somehow. Q. It does, indeed. Whom do you consider the most remarkable man you ever met? A. Aaron Burr. Q. But you never could have met Aaron Burr, if you are only nineteen years!-- A. Now, if you know more about me than I do, what do you ask me for? Q. Well, it was only a suggestion; nothing more. How did you happen to meet Burr? A. Well, I happened to be at his funeral one day, and he asked me to make less noise, and-- Q. But, good heavens! if you were at his funeral, he must have been dead, and if he was dead how could he care whether you made a noise or not? A. I don't know. He was always a particular kind of a man that way. Q. Still, I don't understand it at all. You say he spoke to you, and that he was dead. A. I didn't say he was dead. Q. But wasn't he dead? A. Well, some said he was, some said he wasn't. Q. What did you think? A. Oh, it was none of my business! It wasn't any of my funeral. Q. Did you--However, we can never get this matter straight. Let me ask about something else. What was the date of your birth?