When a man has been dead 127 years, when his soul begins to yawn at the pleasures of immortality, lie must certainly count it a full day when he looks down (or up) from the foggy Hereafter and sees two Earthly biographies hopping off presses by the thousands. Such was the case last week with George Washington, hero.
On the same day two books* appeared which lifted the "Father of His Country" put of the cherry tree and put him into the size 13 shoes of a Virginia landowner who rode to the hounds....
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