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nt their way； and I saw them no more。 On my way back； I fell into talk with James Grayden。 Born in England； Lancashire； in this country since be was four years old。 Had nothing to care for but an old mother； didn't know what he should do if he lost her。 Though so long in this country； he had all the simplicity and childlike lightheartedness which belong to the Old World's people。 He laughed at the smallest pleasantry； and showed his great white English teeth； he took a joke without retorting by an impertinence； he had a very limited curiosity about all that was going on； he had small store of information； he lived chiefly in his horses； it seemed to me。 His quiet animal nature acted as a pleasing anodyne to my recurring fits of anxiety； and I liked his frequent 〃'Deed I don't know； sir。〃 better than I have sometimes relished the large discourse of professors and other very wise men。
I have not much to say of the road which we were travelling for the second time。 Reaching Middletown； my first call was on the wounded Colonel and his lady。 She gave me a most touching account of all the suffering he had gone through with his shattered limb before he succeeded in finding a shelter； showing the terrible want of proper means of transportation of the wounded after the battle。 It occurred to me； while at this house； that I was more or less famished； and for the first time in my life I begged for a meal； which the kind family with whom the Colonel was staying most graciously furnished me。
After tea； there came in a stout army surgeon； a Highlander by birth； educated in Edinburgh； with whom I had pleasant； not unstimulating talk。 He had been brought very close to that immane and nefandous Burke…and…Hare business which made the blood of civilization run cold in the year 1828； and told me； in a very calm way； with an occasional pinch from the mull； to refresh his memory； some of the details of those frightful murders； never rivalled in horror until the wretch Dumollard； who kept a private cemetery for his victims； was dragged into the light of day。 He had a good deal to say； too； about the Royal College of Surgeons in Edinburgh； and the famous preparations； mercurial and the rest； which I remember well having seen there；the 〃sudabit multum。〃 and others；also of our New York Professor Carnochan's handiwork； a specimen of which I once admired at the New York College。 But the doctor was not in a happy frame of mind； and seemed willing to forget the present in the past： things went wrong； somehow； and the time was out of joint with him。
Dr。 Thompson； kind； cheerful； companionable； offered me half his own wide bed； in the house of Dr。 Baer； for my second night in Middletown。 Here I lay awake again another night。 Close to the house stood an ambulance in which was a wounded Rebel officer； attended by one of their own surgeons。 He was calling out in a loud voice； all night long； as it seemed to me； 〃Doctor！ Doctor！ Driver！ Water！〃 in loud； complaining tones； I have no doubt of real suffering； but in strange contrast with the silent patience which was the almost universal rule。
The courteous Dr。 Thompson will let me tell here an odd coincidence； trivial； but having its interest as one of a series。 The Doctor and myself lay in the bed； and a lieutenant； a friend of his； slept on the sofa； At night； I placed my match…box； a Scotch one； of the Macpherson…plaid pattern； which I bought years ago； on the bureau； just where I could put my hand upon it。 I was the last of the three to rise in the morning； and on looking for my pretty match…box； I found it was gone。 This was rather awkward；not on account of the loss； but of the unavoidable fact that one of my fellow…lodgers must have taken it。 I must try to find out what it meant。
〃By the way； Doctor； have you seen anything of a little plaid…pattern match…box？〃
The Doctor put his hand to his pocket； and； to his own huge surprise and my great gratification； pulled out two match…boxes exactly alike； both printed with the Macpherson plaid。 One was his； the other mine； which he had seen lying round； and naturally took for his own； thrusting it into his pocket； where it found its twin…brother from the same workshop。 In memory of which event； we exchanged boxes； like two Homeric heroes。
This curious coincidence illustrates well enough some supposed cases of plagiarism of which I will mention one where my name figured。 When a little poem called 〃The Two Streams 〃 was first printed； a writer in the New York 〃Evening Post〃 virtually accused the author of it of borrowing the thought from a baccalaureate sermon of President Hopkins of Williamstown； and printed a quotation from that discourse； which； as I thought； a thief or catch…poll might well consider as establishing a fair presumption that it was so borrowed。 I was at the same time wholly unconscious of ever having met with the discourse or the sentence which the verses were most like； nor do I believe I ever had seen or heard either。 Some time after this； happening to meet my eloquent cousin； Wendell Phillips； I mentioned the fact to him； and he told me that he had once used the special image said to be borrowed； in a discourse delivered at Williamstown。 On relating this to my friend Mr。 Buchanan Read； he informed me that he too； had used the image；perhaps referring to his poem called 〃The Twins。〃 He thought Tennyson had used it also。 The parting of the streams on the Alps is poetically elaborated in a passage attributed to 〃M。 Loisne；〃 printed in the 〃Boston Evening Transcript〃 for October 23； 1859。 Captain； afterwards Sir Francis Head； speaks of the showers parting on the Cordilleras； one portion going to the Atlantic； one to the Pacific。 I found the image running loose in my mind； without a halter。 It suggested itself as an illustration of the will； and I worked the poem out by the aid of Mitchell's School Atlas。 The spores of a great many ideas are floating about in the atmosphere。 We no more know where all the growths of our mind came from； than where the lichens which eat the names off from the gravestones borrowed the germs that gave them birth。 The two match… boxes were just alike； but neither was a plagiarism。
In the morning I took to the same wagon once more； but； instead of James Grayden； I was to have for my driver a young man who spelt his name 〃Phillip Ottenheimer〃 and whose features at once showed him to be an Israelite。 I found him agreeable enough； and disposed to talk。 So I asked him many questions about his religion； and got some answers that sound strangely in Christian ears。 He was from Wittenberg； and had been educated in strict Jewish fashion。 From his childhood he had read Hebrew； but was not much of a scholar otherwise。 A young person of his race lost caste utterly by marrying a Christian。 The Founder of our religion was considered by the Israelites to have been 〃a right smart man and a great doctor。〃 But the horror with which the reading of the New Testament by any young person of their faith would be regarded was as great； I judged by his language； as that of one of our straitest sectaries would be； if he found his son or daughter perusing the 〃Age of Reason。〃
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