The closer one got to him, the greater he became--in striking contrast to most public men, as Edward had already learned.
Then, his interests and sympathies were enormously wide.

He took in so much! One day Edward was walking past Fulton Market, in New York City, with Mr.Beecher.
"Never skirt a market," the latter said; "always go through it.

It's the next best thing, in the winter, to going South." Of course all the marketmen knew him, and they knew, too, his love for green things.
"What do you think of these apples, Mr.Beecher ?" one marketman would stop to ask.
Mr.Beecher would answer heartily: "Fine! Don't see how you grow them.
All that my trees bear is a crop of scale.

Still, the blossoms are beautiful in the spring, and I like an apple-leaf.

Ever examine one ?" The marketman never had.