For sixteen weary years I have yearned for a moment like this, and--" Here his feelings were too much for him, and he swooned away.

I pitied this poor creature from the bottom of my heart.

I was deeply moved.
I shed a few tears on him, and kissed him for his mother.

I then took what small change he had, and "shoved." FIRST INTERVIEW WITH ARTEMUS WARD--[Written about 1870.] I had never seen him before.

He brought letters of introduction from mutual friends in San Francisco, and by invitation I breakfasted with him.