known.He
had gone
from
Cleveland
to
London,with
intervals
of New
York and
the
lecture
platform,four
or five
years
before I
saw him in
Boston,shortly
after I
went
there.We
had met in
Ohio,and
he had
personally
explained
to me the
ducatless
well-meaning
of Vanity
Fair in
New
York;but
many men
had since
shaken the
weary hand
of Artemus
Ward when
I grasped
it one day
in front
of the
Tremont
Temple. He
did not
recognize
me,but he
gave me at
once a
greeting
