“Hogan had wan iv thim books in here th’ other day.  ’Twas written by a frind, so ye can see it wasn’t prejudiced wan way or another.  ’At this time,’ says the book, ‘an ivint happened that was destined to change th’ whole coorse iv our hero’s life.  Wan day, while in a sthreet car, where he lay dozin’ fr’m dhrink, he awoke to see a beautiful woman thryin’ to find a nickel in a powder puff.  Th’ brutal conductor towered over her, an’ it was more thin th’ Gin’ral cud bear.  Risin’ to his feet, with an oath, he pulled th’ rope iv th’ fare register an’ fell off th’ car.

“Th’ incident made a deep impression on th’ Gin’ral.  I have no doubt he often thought iv his beautiful Madonna iv th’ throlly, although he niver said so.  But wan night as he staggered out iv th’ dinin’-room at th’ German Ambassadure’s, who shud he run acrost but th’ fair vision iv th’ surface line.  She curtsied low an’ picked him up, an’ there began a frindship so full iv sorrow an’ happiness to both iv thim.  He seldom mintioned her, but wan night he was heard to mutter:  ’Her face is like wan iv Rembrand’s saints.’  A few historyans contind that what he said was:  ‘Her face looks like a remnant sale,’ but I cannot believe this.

“They exchanged brilliant letters fr manny years, in fact ontil th’ enchanthress was locked up in an insane asylum.  I have not been able to find anny iv his letters, but her’s fell into th’ hands iv wan iv his faithful servants, who presarved an’ published thim. (Love an’ Letters iv Gin’ral Dhreadnaught an’ Alfaretta Agonized; Stolen, Collected an’ Edited be James Snooper.) * * * Next year was mim’rable f’r his gloryous victhry at Punkheim, all th’ more wondherful because at th’ time our hero was sufferin’ fr’m deleeryyum thremens.

“It shows th’ fortitude iv th’ Gin’ral an’ that he was as gr-reat a liar as I have indicated in th’ precedin’ pages, that with th’ cheers iv his sojers ringin’ in his ears, he cud still write home to his wife:  ‘Ol’ girl—­I can’t find annything fit to dhrink down here.  Can’t ye sind me some cider fr’m th’ farm.’ * * * In 1865 he was accused iv embezzlemint, but th’ charges niver reached his ears or th’ public’s ontil eight years afther his death. * * * In 67’ his foster brother, that he had neglected in Kansas City, slipped on his ballroom flure an’ broke his leg. * * * In ‘70 his wife died afther torturin’ him f’r fifty years.  They were a singularly badly mated couple, with a fam’ly iv fourteen childher, but he did not live long to enjoy his happiness.  F’r some reason he niver left his house, but passed away within a month, one of th’ gr-reatest men th’ cinchry has projooced.  For further details iv th’ wrong things he done see th’ notes at th’ end iv th’ volume.’  It seems to me, Hinnissy, that this here thing called bi-ography is a kind iv an offset f’r histhry.  Histhry lies on wan side, an’ bi-ography comes along an’ makes it rowl over an’ lie on th’ other side.  Th’ historyan says, go up; th’ bi-ographer says, come down among us.  I don’t believe ayether iv thim.