138 Tée HAZARD FAMILY 
     
    
   
   
    
     papers. The pamphlets and a collection of papers illustrative of the history of 
     
     the State, forms a special collection in the Public Library in Providence, having 
     
     been placed there in his memory by his grandson. 
     
    

    
     There is, says Mr. Abraham Payne in a paper written at the time of Mr. Updike’s 
     
     death, a portrait of Mr. Updike by Lincoln, excellent both as a picture and as 
     
     a likeness, when he was in the full maturity of his physical and mental powers. 
     
     It is a radiant face, suggestive of strength and enjoyment. 'If it were hung in a 
     
     gallery of portraits of men who have made a mark 1n the world, it would at once 
     
     arrest attention and provoke 1nquiry about the original. As the picture, so the 
     
     man. In whatever company Mr. Updike was, he was a centre of attraction, not 
     
     because he asserted himself, but because he was alive in every part of his nature. 
     
     He enjoyed himself, and so was a source ofjoy to all around him. He loved to 
     
     eat, and drink, and laugh, and work. What was worth seeing he saw, what was 
     
     worth knowing he knew. 
     
    

    
     I first saw Mr. Updike in General Carpenter’s office, when he came to see his 
     
     son Walter, then a student at law. It is as true of most men as it is of most 
     
     women, that they “ have no characters ” at all. But General Carpenter had one, 
     
     and so Mr. Updike was his friend. Ifthere was anything either good or bad in 
     
     a man, Mr. Updike paid attention to him. The common sort of people who 
     
     conform to established rules, and in themselves are neither one thing or another, 
     
     he passed by. If there was sufficient originality about a man to enable him now 
     
     and then to make a fool of himself, Mr. Updike at once took a fancy to him, 
     
     and proceeded to point out to all bystanders what he had discovered in his 
     
     friend. This gave his ordinary conversation a tone of éanter which made shallow 
     
     people call him a trifier. But no man was ever more in earnest. The real triflers 
     
     are your solemn people, who make no distinctions; to whom all things are equally 
     
     important; who can not discern absurdity and therefore can neither make nor 
     
     enjoy y.fun 
     
    

    
     It was about the time of the suffrage movement that I first saw Mr. Updike. 
     
     This subject presented itself to different minds 1n avariety of aspects. Mr. Ames 
     
     said it was a tempest in a teapot. To Mr. Dorr it was an attempt to apply the 
     
     Declaration of Independence and democratic principles to the government of 
     
     the State. To Judg e Durfee it furnished occasion for uttering, in his modest 
     
     way, some of the profoundest political philosophy of the time. To Mr. Updike 
     
     it was an ordinary eleétioneering rumpus; a mere question whether the‘ ‘1ns ” 
     
     should go out. The old charter was well enough. More people could vote under 
     
     it than knew how to vote. That was his view of the matter, and so he laughed 
     
     at the long procession and the roasted ox, and Mr. Dorr’s elaborate speeches, 
     
     until there was a prospect ofa fight, and then his wrath was kindled, and he was 
     
     What Mr. Whipple said every Rhode Island man should be, — a tiger in his den. 
     
     To Mr. Updike, more than to any other man, we owe a very good judicial sys- 
     
     tem. His judicial reforms were practical, and consisted mainly in diminishing 
     
    
   
   
    
     the number of courts and judges. The old Common Pleas with its twenty— —five 
     
     judges,