He was fond of physical science, and Mrs. Somerville and Sir Charles Lyell were favorites with him. But, at the time of which I speak, his chief literary delight was a translation of Herodotus.
He was the first to impress upon me the veracity of the Old Historian, and to point out the care with which he discriminated between what he saw, what he heard, and what he surmised or inferred.
While I was with him, a report came that his friend, Colonel Jason Rogers, commanding at Monterey, was cooped up in the Black Fort, with a small garrison — the Louisville Legion — by an overwhelming force of Mexicans, to whom he must surrender.
Hie said to me: They don't know Rogers, if they think he will surrender.
He will hold the citadel to the last man, and then blow it up, before he will surrender.
But I am glad he is there.
He will beat the Mexicans, and has now a chance to win renown.
Unfortunately, the Mexicans did not make the attempt.
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