In later life, when he had moved to the country, he remained a noon Bohemian.

He was the prime spirit of the little Garibaldi in MacDougal Street of which James L.
Ford wrote in "Bohemia Invaded." Not often did he stray over to Greenwich Village.

He disliked what he called its bourgeois conservatism.
For a period of years that section immediately to the south of the Square was the French Quarter.

There were the peaceful artisans, and also there were political refugees of dangerous proclivities, men who had had a share in the blazing terrors of the Commune, and who, in some cases, had paid the price in years of imprisonment under the tropical sun of Cayenne.

In all their wanderings they had carried the spirit of revolution with them and spouted death to despots over their glasses of absinthe in cellar cafes.