n, he formed the plan of establishing a market garden midway between the two cities, and supplying each place with its favorite vegetable.
This he did successfully for ten years, and then merged the enterprise in successive newer ones.
In these he sometimes failed, but in the last one he succeeded where others had failed yet more completely, and astounded the nation by bringing the streets of New York into decent cleanliness and order for the first time on record.
This man was Colonel George Edward Waring.
One of his minor achievements was that of organizing, at his house in Newport, the most efficient literary circle I ever knew, at a time when there were habitually more authors grouped in that city than anywhere else in America.
But before giving a sketch of these persons, let me describe the house in which he received them.
This house had been made internally the most attractive in Newport by the combined taste of himself and his wife, and was for a time the main centre of