Excerpt from With Lafayette in America
Not many years since I knew familiarly an old lady nearing her centenary who had seen and been blessed by Lafayette. In her quavering voice she would repeat the lines she and her schoolmates had recited on the day when the distinguished Frenchman, in his sixty-seventh year, had driven through her New Jersey village. Her eyes would kindle as she related the particulars of his reception, the triumphal arch...