On a blue spring evening in Exeter, N.H. in 1850, Judge Henry Flagg French sat thoughtfully composing a letter to his brother. "Will you be so kind," he wrote, "as to ask Bess in what order I had determined to use up the family names for my boys. They come along so slowly that I have most forgotten. One of them was born yesterday morning at six o'clock, and I believe the name of Daniel is due to him."
The judge didn't know it, but the infant whose name was in question, yowling upstairs, was to be a famous sculptor. The clenched...
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