He was become old and white-headed, but he entered to me in the same old breezy way of his earlier life, and he was all there, yet--not a detail wanting: the happy light in his eye, the abounding hope in his heart, the persuasive tongue, the miracle-breeding imagination--they were all there; and before I could turn around he was polishing up his Aladdin's lamp and flashing the secret riches of the world before me.

I said to myself, "I did not overdraw him by a shade, I set him down as he was; and he is the same man to-day.

Cable will recognize him." I asked him to excuse me a moment, and ran into the next room, which was Cable's; Cable and I were stumping the Union on a reading tour.

I said-- "I am going to leave your door open, so that you can listen.

There is a man in there who is interesting." I went back and asked Lampton what he was doing now.