He visited me as a speaker at our State convention in Trenton, N.Y.
I had him at my house at supper when my mother asked him if he would take coffee.

His droll reply was: "I hope to drink coffee, madame, in heaven, but I cannot stand it in this world." After supper I informed my guest that it was customary for my good mother and myself (for I was not yet married), to have family worship immediately at the close of that meal and asked him whether he would not join us.

He cordially replied that he would be most happy to do so, and it is quite probable that I may be one of the few,--perhaps the only--clergyman in this land who ever had Horace Greeley kneeling beside him in prayer.

He attired himself in the famous old white coat, and shambled along with my mother to the place of meeting.

He quite captivated her with a most pathetic account of his idolized boy "Pickie," who had died a short time before.
Mr.Greeley was one of the most simple-hearted, great men whom I have ever met; without a spark of ordinary vanity he was intensely affectionate in his sympathies and loved a genuine kind word that came from the heart.