opening at the wrong place and distracting attention in that way. So, by a simple contrivance, he arranged one that always opens at the right place; that is, of course, at the page last written upon."

In manner he is genial, democratic, and kindly. He rejoices to do a good act for another, as when he wrote an article recently in the "Century" on Caroline B. Le Row's charming book, "English as She Is Taught," and sent the two hundred and fifty dollar check for the same to the noble and truehearted author. His personality is marked, and his conversational powers rare and delightful. Clear-headed and able as a business man, unique and unequalled as a humorist, he is yet seen to the best advantage surrounded by his loved ones in his home.

CHARLES DUDLEY WARNER.

LOSE by the residence of Mark Twain in Hart

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ford, separated from it only by a pretty river and great forest-trees, is the beautiful home of Charles Dudley Warner. It is a two-story brick house, Gothic in style, with broad piazza, on which are a hammock and several easy-chairs. Even the oak and chestnut trees have an air of comfort and welcome.

The interior of the house is even more attractive than the exterior. Books are everywhere in the large double parlors with their olive furniture, in the dining-room above the rare china, in the broad hall along the stairway - indeed, everywhere. The walls are nearly covered with pictures, some of them centuries old, from Spain. Here also on the mantel are exquisite colored stones from the Alhambra, plaques from Mexico, and vases from many parts of the world. embroidery from Tangiers, and curiosities from the far East, Bagdad, Syria, and Egypt.

Here one sees exquisite

Curtains of Asiatic silk festoon the windows; Persian rugs are on the floors; the portières are

from the Orient; the mantel itself is made of tiles from Damascus, some even brought from the Mosque of Omar. Where has Mr. Warner not travelled, and with what people and what country is he not familiar?

The music-room, in blue, has two pianos, one upright and one grand, Mrs. Warner being a skilful musician.

The study, at the top of the house, is a plain room, filled with sunlight, from whose windows one sees lovely country pictures of mountain and valley and river, as well as the busy city. The long table has books and letters piled upon it. Visitors may recline upon the sofa in the window, but the owner of the home is too much occupied for rest. He works rapidly and with concentra

tion.

His warm friend, Rev. Joseph H. Twichell, says of him, in the "Critic": "He is an enthusiastic believer in the classic culture, and has repeatedly written and spoken in its defence. His humor is in his grain, and is the humor of a man of very deep convictions and earnest character. Mr. Warner is highly esteemed among his fellow-citizens, and is often called to serve in one public capacity or another. He was for a number of years a member of the park commission of the city of Hartford; and he has just rendered a report to the Connecticut Legislature, as chairman of a special Prison Committee appointed by the State. He is