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CHAPTER XVII.

I had prepared a sketch of Mr. Duncan P. Campbell,
about six months ago. It was very imperfect, and
knowing him personally, I thought I would some day
or other fall in with him — show what I had written,
and get some points from himself. I took time to ac¬
complish my purpose, for I thought that I had noticed
that Mr. Campbell had been shy of me, since he ascer¬
tained that I was the author of these recollections. The
last time I ever saw him was in Chamber, near Centre
street. He complimented me on one of the chapters
that he had recently read.    1 remarked :

" Some day when you are at leisure I want to talk
over old matters."

" Any time," was his reply, as he passed on.

" Any time!" don't hold good with a man who is
eighty years old, and shortly after I read to my amaze¬
ment and also deep regret:
Died—On Saturday, Nov. 9th, 1861. Duncan Peabsall Campbell, in

the 80th year of his age.

Very few of the people in the present city of New
York, will recognize this name, or know anything about
Mr. CampbeU. Yet he was a great man in this city in
his dav. Of late years he had hardly been known to
take an active part in public affairs.    For twenty years