[Illustration:  TUILERIES GARDENS.]

[Illustration:  TENIER’S WIFE.]

Some twenty years later Morse wrote:  “We were in daily, almost hourly, intercourse during the years 1832-33.  I never met a more sincere, warm-hearted, constant friend.”  Their relations were ever warm and close.  Cooper himself was winning, in the heart of France, a welcome for “the beloved Bas-de-cuir with la longe carabine,—­that magic rifle of his that so seldom missed its mark and never got out of repair.”  Surely his life and pursuits conformed to his motto:  “Loyalty to truth at any price.”  Those who best knew him best loved him.  The charm of his family life during these pleasant days has found attractive expression in the portraits of his children drawn about this time by his daughter Susan, as shown on the opposite page.

[Illustration:  MRS. JAMES FENIMORE COOPER AND HER SON PAUL.]

[Illustration:  THE CHILDREN OF MR. AND MRS. JAMES FENIMORE COOPER.]

During the dreadful siege of cholera in Paris, Cooper and his family remained in the stricken city, fearing to fare worse with country discomforts.  In contrast to many instances of heroic devotion were artists’ funny pictures of the scourge.  The Tuileries gardens were deserted, and Paul missed his apple-women friends of the corners between rue St. Dominique and Pont Royal; and the flight through the city of Mr. Van Buren and other friends were a few personal incidents of this awesome time.

July 18 Cooper and his family left Paris for the Rhine country.  They enjoyed Brussels, and old Antwerp’s Dutch art and its beautiful cathedral-tower that Napoleon thought should be kept under glass.  They found Liege “alive with people” to greet their arrival at the Golden Sun, where they were mistaken for the expected and almost new king, Leopold, and his fine-looking brother.  Sad truth brought cold looks and back views among other shadows of neglect.  Cooper noted:  The “Golden Sun veiled its face from us; we quit the great square to seek more humble lodgings at the Black Eagle, a clean, good house.”  In Liege were seen the venerable, interesting churches, which caused Cooper to think, “I sometimes wish I had been educated a Catholic in order to unite the poetry of religion with its higher principles.”  He called The Angelus “the open prayer of the fields,” and wrote of it:  “I remember with pleasure the effect produced by the bell of the village church as it sent its warning voice on such occasions across the plains and over the hills, while we were dwellers in French or Italian hamlets.”

[Illustration:  THE ANGELUS.]

In the “Life of Samuel F.B.  Morse” by Samuel Irenaeus Prime appears
Cooper’s letter from “Spa, July 31, 1832,” to