That lie began its course on the Pacific coast, in 1864, and it likened me in personal appearance to Petroleum V.Nasby, who had been out there lecturing.

For twenty-five years afterward, no critic could furnish a description of me without fetching in Nasby to help out my portrait.

I knew Nasby well, and he was a good fellow, but in my life I have not felt malignant enough about any more than three persons to charge those persons with resembling Nasby.

It hurts me to the heart.

I was always handsome.