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 Charles P. Daly. came to her the "transition to the fields Elysian " that Longfellow has substituted for the incorrect word " death." The blow proved a severe one to her widower, who, while remembering his In Memoriam and repeating, " Oh for the touch of a vanished hand and the sound of a voice that is still" aims to assuage his mortal grief by pro fessional and literary work at his beautiful home in old Knickerbocker Clinton Place, where the happy pair spent so many years of unruffled domesticity, and where the salons of the Daly couple became notable social events. That now semi-desolate home the Ex-Chief Justice keeps intact as its mistress left it. The rare paintings, articles of vertu and priceless bric-a-brac that her artistic taste had collected in foreign rambles remain untouched as she last arranged them. The widower jurist now spends nearly all his time in his wonderful library of ten thousand volumes. It is rich in every known work of physical science, in every volume relating to early common law from Fleta and Bracton to Stephens, in rare biographies, in matchless collections of Americana, in local histories regarding New York City, and in the literature of the drama — for Judge Daly has studied its development in America from the times of Dunlap and Cooper — and in Shakespearian literature. He is recognized by all students of the bard as an eminent critic of the plays, as a fellow commentator with all the authors who have touched upon Shakes peare from Malone to Furniss, and as an intimate with all the great actors of the past half-century. In one of the four rooms devoted to the library collection hangs a composite painting of Shakespeare painted by that wizard of American portraiture, Paige. It has been regarded by Shakes pearian scholars as embodying their idea of a Shakespearian head and expressive face better than any other painting of the im

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mortal Stratfordian extant. Not far away from this painting are two rare Watteaus, a Hogarth, a Rembrandt, and many specimens of more modern art. No one can visit the Ex-Chief Justice in his attractive domestic retreat, and quit him and it, without per ceiving what a prismatic sided man he is — jurist, scholar, dramatic critic, author, com mentator, cheerful and practical optimist, and withal presenting an emotional side calculated to draw towards him friends and "hook them to him as with bands of steel." If any reader of the Green Bag deems any of the foregoing tributes too panegyri cal, let him be commended to this paragraph extracted from a letter of Humboldt to Freiherr (or Baron) Von Bunsen, written as long ago as 1857, and years before the visitant touched upon in the letter had reached his fuller intellectual develop ment: — "I cannot close without thanking you for the acquaintance I made with Judge Charles Daly, from New York, who, upon his return from Italy, about a week ago, passed through here (Pots dam) and gave me almost a whole day of his time. All that you communicated to me about him, I have found confirmed in a much higher degree. Few men leave behind them such an impression of high intellect upon the great subjects that influence the march of civilization; in estimating the apparently opposite direction of character of those nations which surround the ever-narrowing basin of the Atlantic. Moreover, what is uncommon in a North American, and still more uncommon in the practical life of a greatly occupied magistrate, is that this highly intelligent and upright man has a deep and lively interest in the fine arts, and even in poetry. In my conversation with him about slavery, Mormonism and Canadian feudalism, I have directed his attention upon those questions which are especially interesting to me, particularly whether there is anything to be looked for with respect to the literature of a people, the noblest productions of whose literature have had their roots in an other country."