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	       �Ted� Conworth.
to her.     Anon we drove to Martin�s, to find John
Conworth, saw him and sat, of course in a dark-
ened room, talking with Martin and an old man,
his relative; an American; who in spite of his
eighty years was moved to temporary enthusiasm,
when I got excited at George�s covert disparagement
of the great republic, and blazed out in its de-
fence.    Returning to Conworth�s, John invited us
to remain and I, demurring at a cold night-
ride to George�s, accepted the invitation.  George and
I slept together.         �Ted� Conworth was present
during the evening, of whom George has fifty stories
to tell, illustrative of the boy�s being the incarnation
of cunning and meanness.    I record some of them, on the
Balzac principle before-mentioned.      The lad (al-
ways according to George�s account,) was a spy
and a suggestor of all sorts of mean things to his bro-
ther John, a rebel to and tormentor of his sister,
a bad son.  When the poor, old man died, Mrs. Mar-
tin had the ordering of the funeral; when �Ted� attached
himself to her, following her from shop to shop, contriving
that it should be solemnized cheaply; ruling 
a pine coffin, instead of a more costly one.  I asked
if George supposed this done by John�s direction.   He
said no, declared that John was naturally a good and 
liberal fellow, but from his coming hither, in his youth,
falling into narrow, colonial, money-grubbing, copper-