Absence had as little effect upon his memory of old friends as misfortune.  The latter stimulated recollection, and the former could not dim it.  He found time, in the very heat and fire of war and revolution, to write to Bryan Fairfax lamenting the death of “the good old lord” whose house had been open to him, and whose hand had ever helped him when he was a young and unknown man just beginning his career.  When he returned to Mount Vernon after the presidency, full of years and honors, one of his first acts was to write to Mrs. Fairfax in England to assure her of his lasting remembrance, and to breathe a sigh over the changes time had brought, and over the by-gone years when they had been young together.

The loyalty of nature which made his remembrance of old friends so real and lasting found expression also in the thoughtfulness which he showed toward casual acquaintances, and this was especially the case when he had received attention or service at any one’s hands, or when he felt that he was able to give pleasure by a slight effort on his own part.  A little incident which occurred during the first year of his presidency illustrates this trait in his character very well.  Uxbridge was one among the many places where he stopped on his New England tour, and when he got to Hartford he wrote to Mr. Taft, who had been his host in the former town, and who evidently cherished for him a very keen admiration, the following note:—­

    “November 8, 1789.

“Sir:  Being informed that you have given my name to one of your sons, and called another after Mrs. Washington’s family, and being moreover very much pleased with the modest and innocent looks of your two daughters, Patty and Polly, I do for these reasons send each of these girls a piece of chintz; and to Patty, who bears the name of Mrs. Washington, and who waited more upon us than Polly did, I send five guineas, with which she may buy herself any little ornament she may want, or she may dispose of them in any other manner more agreeable to herself.  As I do not give these things with a view to having it talked of, or even to its being known, the less there is said about the matter the better you will please me; but, that I may be sure the chintz and money have got safe to hand, let Patty, who I dare say is equal to it, write me a line informing me thereof, directed to ’The President of the United States at New York.’  I wish you and your family well, and am,” etc.

Let us turn now from friendship to nearer and closer relations.  Washington was not only too reserved, but he had too much true sentiment, to leave his correspondence with Mrs. Washington behind him; for he knew that his vast collection of papers would become the material of history, and he had no mind that strangers should look into the sacred recesses of his private life.  Only one letter to Mrs. Washington apparently has survived.  It is simple and full of affection,