carried it about the room in his arms, while the little one gazed up with infantile wonder into the strange but noble face of him who was so kindly caressing it. He then apologized for not having called on the baby.

Just then two gentlemen came in, friends of Mr. Sumner, to whom he said, after having introduced the parents, and holding the baby up towards them, "And this gentleman is Master Charles Sumner Butler !"

At this moment the senator, being unskilful in the art of holding babies, accidentally snapped the elastic cord that held the cap, against the little one's cheek, which made it cry out with pain.

"Is that so?" said one of the gentlemen. "We must admit that he has early commenced, like his honored predecessor, to 'cry aloud and spare not,' since he does not hesitate to express his mind in this illustrious presence."

CHAPTER XXXV.

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Routine of Life in Washington. - Home at Washington. Aunt Chloe's "God bless him!" ing Autographs. Honor in Money Matters.The Malachite Table. The Hard-earned Vases. Bust of Psyche.

MR. SUMNER'S tastes were elegant and refined, but his manner of life was remarkably simple for one in his public position. He rose about seven o'clock, breakfasted at eight, and read his letters and papers, and received visitors, often conversing with friends while at breakfast.

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He was genial and pleasant with his servants, and courteous to all those who served or aided him in a higher capacity. A gentleman who was for two years his secretary, and companion at table and in the library, says he never once saw him out of temper. When assailed or misrepresented, he seemed grieved, but never angry. Very frequently, in the case of a violent attack, he made no reply whatever.

It is not our intention to give a full description of Mr. Sumner's home, nor a list of his art treasures. We shall, however, give a private letter from a lady who visited the senator, and was shown through the rooms by him, and heard descriptions and anecdotes of these things from his own lips, only a few weeks before his death:

". . . We passed through La Fayette Square to Mr. Sumner's house. It was a lovely morning, so summer-like that we wondered the grass and flowers did not forget it was January, and peep out.

"The birds were out in full force, filling the