[Illustration:  JUDGE NELSON.]

Many also were the talks that Cooper and his friend and constant companion, Judge Nelson, of the Supreme Court, had on garden affairs, as well as on legal and political questions of the day; many were their visits to the hot-beds and melon hills.  “Ah, those muskmelons!  Carefully were they watched.”  This penman was frankly proud of his melons, their early growth and flavor.  But for all his care this melon-pride met its Waterloo one spring in a special box of superior seed, started in a favored place for light and warmth, and to be early transplanted.  Soon the tiny green blades appeared, duly became leaflets, to the joy of the Judge and the planter.  “Those two venerable heads bending together in close scrutiny over the young plants was a pleasant sight, in the author’s eager interest and genial sympathy of the Judge.”  But alas! neither jurist nor novelist was a botanist, and the triumphantly expected melon vines basely proved after a few more days of tender nursing to be the leaves of “that vagabond weed, the wild-cucumber vine.”  Here too he gathered material for future books, and did much writing.  Evening twilight often found him pacing the large hall, his hands behind him, his head doing active duty in decisive nods of yea and nay, and words spoken aloud for putting on paper in his library next morning.  Some of this writing was to his profit and pleasure, and some, alas! to his sad disturbance—­as was “A Letter to his Countrymen,” published in 1834.

A picture of this Otsego-Hall home life would prove a sorry failure with “Pumpkin” left out.  Therefore appears Pumpkin, the family horse, who earned his name by drawing a load of pumpkins for Seraphina, the cow, to eat.  It is of note that his horseship carried “a very light whisp of a tail, and had a gait all his own in going at times on three legs and, at times, kicking up both hind ones in a way more amusing than alarming, by leaving an interesting doubt as to fore or aft movement, in the mind of his driver.”

Of Cooper’s daily active life Mr. Keese notes:  “He rose early, did much writing before breakfasting at nine, and afterwards until eleven o’clock.  Then Pumpkin, hitched to his yellow buggy, was brought to the door”; and when her health would allow, Mrs. Cooper often went with her husband to their chalet farm.  Sometimes it was his author-daughter who went with her father; and again, some friend was hailed from the street for the trip.  These several active hours would give him a fine appetite for their three o’clock dinner, on his return.  “The late afternoon and evening were given to friends at home, or to visiting, and often to his favorite game of chess with Mrs. Cooper.”

Some two years after Cooper’s return from abroad, a friend about to sail for Europe met him walking leisurely along Broadway with his coat open and a great string of onions in his hand.  Seeing several persons turn to look at him, then speak to each other, the friend too turned—­“and behold, it was Cooper!” After greetings he raised his bunch of onions and said:  “I have turned farmer, but am obliged to come to town now and then, as you see.”  Kind remembrances were sent to Greenough; and of Italy he added:  “There is no place where mere living is such a luxury.”