life, and what is often so amusing a characteristic in simple, upright and truthful minds--the notion that on occasion he could be deep enough to outwit the cunning of the unscrupulous, whereas his loyal unsuspiciousness of evil was such that he might have been cheated by the first shallow rogue who chose to exercise his vulpine craft against him. When I reached Cincinnati I found him intimate with my brother, and a favorite with my mother, who had formed a high opinion both of his character and of his talents. The latter had already very markedly manifested themselves in that direction which finally decided his career in life. Yet there was little of that dreamy and enthusiastic worship for the abstract beautiful which is generally supposed to be the marking characteristic of the artistic temperament. But he had a wonderful faculty of executing with his hands whatever his mind had conceived, and a mind singularly active in invention and in devising means for the execution of a mechanical end. Had circumstances not made him a sculptor, he might have been--probably would have been--a successful inventor, mechanician or engineer. Throughout life he was an eminently and specially _practical_ man--a man whose tendency was not to dream, but to _do_. That artistic temperament, as it is generally called, which so often manifests itself in exactly the opposite direction--in a tendency to dream rather than to do, and to allow the pleasures of the ideal to incapacitate those who indulge in them for real work--was so little his that I have never known a more industrious and conscientious worker with his hands. And there was nothing to which he could not turn them, and that with a degree of skill that would often put to shame the attempts of members of the craft which he might be essaying for the first time.