life in Kentucky during many years.  Being obliged to hold a mayor’s court every day, and knowing very little of law, his chief study was, as he expressed it, “how to choke off the Kentucky lawyers.”  Mr. Mayor not being at home, I turned next to the office of another naturalized Yankee,—­a Yankee naturalized, but never Westernized.  He was one of those who do not change their mind with their sky, who, exiled from the dear hills of New England, can never get away from the inborn, inherent Yankee.  He was a Plymouth man, and religiously preserved every opinion, habit, and accent which he had brought from Plymouth Rock.  When Kentucky was madly Democratic and wept over the dead Jefferson as over her saint, he had expressed the opinion that it would have been well for the country, if he had died long before,—­for which expression he came near being lynched.  He was the most unpopular and the most indispensable man in the city,—­they could live neither with him nor without him.  He founded and organized the insurance companies, the public schools, the charitable associations, the great canal, the banking-system,—­in short, all Yankee institutions.  The city was indebted to him for much of its prosperity, but disliked him while it respected him.  For he spared no Western prejudice; he remorselessly criticized everything that was not done as Yankees do it:  and the most provoking thing of all was that he never made a mistake; he was always right.

Finding no one at home, and so not being able to learn about the price of lots in the church-yard, I walked on to the hotel, and asked to see Mr. J.B.  Booth.  I was shown into a private parlor, where he and another gentleman were sitting by a table.  On the table were candles, a decanter of wine, and glasses, a plate of bread, cigars, and a book.  Mr. Booth rose when I announced myself, and I at once recognized the distinguished actor.  I had met him once before, and travelled with him for part of a day.  He was a short man, but one of those who seem tall when they choose to do so.  He had a clear blue eye and fair complexion.  In repose there was nothing to attract attention to him; but when excited, his expression was so animated, his eye was so brilliant, and his figure so full of life, that he became another man.

Having told him that I had not been successful in procuring the information he desired, but would bring it to him on the following morning, he thanked me, and asked me to sit down.  It passed through my mind, that, as he had lost a friend and was a stranger in the place, I might be of use to him.  Perhaps he needed consolation, and it was my office to sympathize with the bereaved.  So I sat down.  But it did not appear that he was disposed to seek for such comfort, or engage in such discourse.  Once or twice I endeavored, but without success, to turn the conversation to his presumed loss.  I asked him if the death of his friend was sudden.

“Very,” he replied.