THE BUSY LIFE
QUITE outside of journalism, Horace Greeley's activities were enormous. He took an interest in everything that was going on, and a part in a deal of it. His labors, joined with those of his profession, were colossal. It seems, in surveying his career, impossible for one individual to have done so much. This, too, before the day of the stenographer, the typewriter, and the dictaphone. He penned all of his own writings, did his own researching, read his own proofs and attended to about everybody else's affairs besides. Traveling, lecturing, exhorting and communing without cessation, it is no wonder that when disease befell him it seized upon the brain. He detested laziness: "A lazy man, in my view, is always the pitiable victim of mis-edueation." Had there been in him even a little laziness it might have saved the wastage of much excellent energy.
A semi-country home on Turtle Bay, an indentation on the shore of the East River opposite the south end of Blackwell's Island as it was then known, became his property in 1844. Here he had eight acres of ground, on which he feebly exercised his desire to "farm it," as they say in Vermont. It was once the residence of Isaac Lawrence, head of the local branch of the United States Bank, then out of business, and