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           Wood glories in his Meanness
till 2 or 3 A. M. at his sanctum, on the
dreariest of rainy nights, if you were complai-
sant to his �Wait awhile! I�ll be walking
directly.�    Very fond of children and dogs,
he boasted that both always were attracted towards
him when he entered a house.        He walked erect,
talked decisively, used better English than is
common among Northern men, employed few if
any colloquial vulgarisms, was extremely proud
of his nativity, had a good self-respecting
estimate of journalism which impressed me,
fresh from the license of New York, agreably.
He reckoned up Frank Wood concisely enough.
That young man did plenty of flashing around
his Bohemianish airs, pluming himself immense-
ly on his position, and talked freely of his
inventive faculties: thus, subsequent to our
night adventure in the Aiken he bragged of
his intending to describe it as though he were an 
eye-witness. �That�s New York journalism!�
quoth Carlyle.      I don�t think he admired
Wood�s familiarity, either.     The young fellow
thought it a fine thing to talk Secession (which
got him distrusted) as also to scoff at any-
thing like patriotism.      Said he to me,
once before Carlyle and others: �I suppose
now if England were invaded by Louis Nap-               
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