Mr. Folsom accompanied me to call upon Mr. Ticknor, the historian of Spanish literature. He has a fine house at the corner of Park and Beacon Streets, perhaps the very best position in Boston. A marble hall, a wide and easy staircase, a respectable old manservant, evidently long at home in the mansion, to admit us.4 We
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4 John Lynch, having been honored by this notice, deserves a few more words. He had, indeed, been long in Mr. Ticknor's service before this visit in 1850. In June, 1829, Mr. Daveis's kind offices are asked for ‘my good servant, John Lynch,’ who was sent to Portland for a few days, for his health. His periods of actual service in Mr. Ticknor's family amounted to twenty years. While they were in Europe—1835-38–John fell into intemperate habits, and on their return could not, at first, be taken back; but one day he was summoned and asked by Mr. Ticknor if he would take the place again under the condition of a promise never to touch a drop of intoxicating liquor again. Though not quite sober at the moment, he assented; but the next words, ‘Then come this very day,’ sobered him instantly, and made him turn ashy pale with agitation. He kept his word faithfully, soon received the key of the wine-cellar, and never abused his trust. He continued in the family till his strength failed, and was taken care of till he died.
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