Decatur Democrat, Volume 51, Number 3, Decatur, Adams County, 21 March 1907 — Page 2

THE STAGE KISS. What It Really Means Rather Thaw What It Seems to Be. Stage kisses! No one but an actor or an actress can fully appreciate what they mean. The picture as presented to the audience is very pretty, but the vision which looms up before the eyes of the poor player is something like this: A face covered with a coating of cold cream, which has been powdered over with a thic£ layer of pearl white or brunette powder, as the case may be. On the cheeks are daubs of rouge, which at that close range in no possible manner suggest, as they do to the audience, the rosy cheeks of a country lassie. Over the eyes is rubbed a little dark blue powder to make them poetical. The underlids are heavily penciled, and a mark extends a quarter of an inch from the eye at the end. This makes them larger. Upon each separate lash is a bead of black cosmetic, which has the effect of making them heavy and long. The cherry , lips, which to the audience the hero is eager to press to his own. are to his distorted vision at such close range only a gash of carmine painted into a Cupjd’s bow. The actress sees before her a picture even less attractive, for ten chances to one the hero, in addition to his grease paint, wears a false mustache and Is also “smelly” with tobacco. The glare of the footlights tones down this conglomeration of paint, and at a distance the faces are actually pretty, but upon close Inspection they resemble nothing more than a very bad oil painting out of focus. Taken from this viewpoint, some of the very Impassioned kisses featured In plays require no little self sacrifice on the part of the players.—Harriet Quimby In Leslie’s Weekly. A UNIQUE CRITICISM. The Shout That Made Remington’s In* dian Open His Mouth. Frederic Remington’s studio was quiet. A stillness that betokens work pervaded the atmosphere, and the artist, working away at his canvas, “The Spirit of War," silently laid on his colors of the scorching sun, and an Indian chief, raised in his stirrups, shouting to his braves, inspiring them with courage for the fight. Remington had not heard a knock at the studio door or the entrance of an unannounced guest Nor did he realize that two sharp eyes were scanning his work with that critical examination characteristic of the man who “knows art”

Suddenly there burst from the visitor such a shout as any Indian chief would have been proud of. Another and another shout echoed through the studio. Remington, starting back, dropped his brushes and palette and turned in the direction of the thundering voice. “Ah, bah! My boy, open his mouth. Make him shout Make him look it Open his mouth. So-so.” And the stranger gave vent to two more shouts fit for the plains. It was Gerome, and this was his method of expression in special case. Remington, in accordance with his advice, “opened his mouth,” and as a result instead of the slightly parted lips, there is a face so full of enthusiasm, so expressive of a great heartfelt throb giving vent to a cheer, that when one sees the picture he is prompted to the action of Gerome, who made probably the most unique criticism ever given on one of Remington’s best pictures.—Scrap Book. Impartial Criticism. A well known salesman entered a west end conservatory the other afternoon on business. A girl was playing ! a piano in an adjoining room. Sud-' denly she began Mendelssohn’s Spring Song,” and the teacher Conversing with the salesman paused to listen. “Can’t you stop that noise until I explain this to you?” broke in the man of business, who seemed to be a privileged character. “That girl will be a great musician wome day,” replied the unruffled teacher. “She is naturally talented. Just listen.” “I don’t agree with you,” snapped -the salesman. “She plays too fast and too loud. Who is she?” i ‘Tour daughter,” returned the teacher.—St. Louis Republic. A Mind Reader. One night at a court ball in the Tuileries Napoleon 111. was so attentive to a beautiful young woman as to excite comment among the other women. At last, in response to a direct j tribute to her beauty, she said: “Ah. but your majesty compliments ! me too much!” “How remarkable,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye, “that you should say just what every other woman here is thinking!” Only One Objection. Some sage said that “life would be tolerable if it were not for its amuse- j meats.” Many people give most cor-! dial assent to this dictum. No objec-' tion can justly be made to it except that it is not true.—London Saturday Review. Had to Do It. Mrs. Turnbull—lt’s too bad your busband cut off his flowing beard. Mrs. Crlmple—Yes, he had to do it. I gave him a diamond scarfpin for a birthday present. Death is a friffnd of ours, and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.—Bacon. The idle always have half a mind to do something.

ARTEMUS WARD’S’ FUN. Hew the Humorist Used to Win Laughs In Hie Lectures. However much the audience might laugh, even to a tumult of merriment lasting a minute or two or perhaps longer, Artemus Ward stood with the gravest mien and unmoved face. He could not help laughing while writing or planning a good thing, but no necromancer was ever more self poised when he stood before his audience. The greatest fun of the whole was the manipulation of the panorama Itself. Things would go wrong every now and then, and the audience would fairly scream with laughter, supposing it was a mistake, while as a matter of fact Artemus was always at the bottom of It aIL For Instance, the prairie fire would go down at the wrong time and then break out again when the scene It was to illustrate had wholly passed, or the sick looking moon would refuse to stay down in the midst, while the lecturer was apparently almost overcome with vexation and despair. Then the wrong music would be played, and the house would break out into roars of laughter, as when he touched upon one really pathetic recital and the piano ground out “Poor Mary Ann.” In the midst of a really instructive talk on the Mormon question or a truly Impressive description of the mountain scenery around Salt lake he would stop as if a sudden feeling of distress had come over him which must be explained, and, pointing to an absurd animal in the foreground of a picture, he would tell the audience how he had always tried to keep faith with them, but mistakes must sometimes occur. “I have always spoken of this animal

as a buffalo and have always supposed he was a buffalo, but this morning my artist came to me and said, ‘Mr. Ward, I can conceal it from you no longer; that is a horse!’ ” The effect was simply indescribable. When quiet came again, he would seemingly become wholly lost to everything around him as he described some absorbing and thrilling incident, turning it into ridicule the next minute by the innocent and apparently merely incidental remark, “I did not see this myself, but I had it from a man just as reliable as I am.”—Enoch Knight in Putnam’s. POINTED PARAGRAPHS. If you must be frank, be frank with yourself. Every defeat develops a lot of new excuses. Most men are optimistic as long as things are coming their way. Pleasing people Is like laughing. It has to be done without an effort to be effective. The most sincere person in the world does not mean it when he says, “I don’t care." Some people get credit for being patient when the fact Is they are merely afraid to talk back. Some people who never recognize a rebuff notice the slightest hint that can be construed as an Invitation. Down at the bottom of their hearts most people believe a little in fortune telling and spiritualism and the mysterious generally.—Atchison Globe. Mine Preserved Bodies. A curious story illustrative of the preservative properties of carbonic acid gas, or “choke damp,” comes from China. In the province of Nganhwei a party of miners opened an ancient shaft where, according to the official records, a terrible catastrophe had occurred 400 years ago. When the miners entered they came upon the bodies of 170 miners who had perished in the I mine, lying where they had been over-1 taken by the deadly gas four centuries I back. The corpses to the eye were as though of yesterday, quite fresh look- ! ing and not decayed in any way. The | faces were like those of men who had ■ just died. On an attempt being made to move them outside for burial they one and all crumbled away, leaving nothing but a pile of dust and the remnants of the stronger parts of their clothing. Lalande and Neptune.

The astronomer Lalande narrowly escaped being made famous by a discovery. He accidentally struck Neptune with his glass on May 8, 1785, but supposed it was a star. He put it down in his notebook as a star and recorded its exact situation. Two days later he struck it once more and made a record of it. But when he looked over his notes he found he had it down as being in two different places, and as a star cannot move in forty-eight hours he supposed he had made a mistake in one of his notes. If he had used his mind a little less mechanically, he easily might have been a Columbus. Postage Stamps. It is often desired to separate postage stamps that are stuck together without destroying the gum. This can be done by dipping the stamps in water for a few seconds only, shaking off j the excess of water and heating with ; a match as much as possible without ! burning. The heat expands the water between the stamps and separates them, so that they can be easily pulled apart and are ready for use. Uncountable. i Tourist (to boy flshing)-now many fish have you caught? Boy—Oh I couldn’t count ’em! Tourist-Why vou haven’t caught any. you little 'vaga- ■ ’em? Bo^Th «t’s why I can . t c J nt A Similarity, Star Boarder-There’s something wrong with the coffee. Boarding S tress-Yes. it’s like you-slow *bout

QUAINT QUEBEC. Th. Old World Charm That Crowns I This Picturesque City. Dear, delightful old Quebec, with her gray walls and shining tin roofs; her ( precipitous, headlong streets and sleepy squares and esplanades; her narrow ' alleys and peaceful convents; her harmless antique cannon on the para- ■ pets and her sweet toned belle in the spires; her towering chateau on the heights and her long, low, queer smelling warehouses in the lower town; her spick and span catacbes and her dingy trolley ears; her sprinkling of soldiers and sailors with Scotch accent and Irish brogue and cockney twang on a background of petite bourgeoise speaking the quaintest of French dialects; her memorise of an adventurous glittering past and her placid contentment with the tranquil grayness of the present; her glorious daylight outlook over the vale of the St Charles, the level shore of Montmorenci, the green lie d’Orteans dividing the shining reaches of the broad St Lawrence, ■ and the blue Laurentlan mountains ! rolling far to the eastward, and at night the dark bulk of the citadel outlined against the starry bine, and far below the huddled housetops, the silent wharfs, the lights of the great warships swinging with the tide, the intermittent ferryboats plying to and fro, the twinkling lamps of Levis rising along the dim southern shore and reflected on the lapsing, curling seaward sliding waves of the great river! What city of the new world keeps so much of the charm of the old?—Henry Van Dyke In Scribner’s Magazine.

STAMPING ENVELOPES. Queer Ways Some Folks Have of Doing Thia Simple Act. “The only way to stop people from plastering a stamp at any old place upon the envelope except the right one is to do as Is done In England. There a letter which does not have the stamp in the right position is cast aside and handled onty when all other mail is sorted and exchanged.” This idea was advanced by a postal clerk quoted by the Philadelphia Record. “We often lose considerable time because of these letters,” continued the clerk, “for often we have to stop and turn over an envelope to find the stamp. We do not mind so much the love sick youth or maiden who places the stamp on the center of the envelope, because a stamp so placed can be seen at a glance, but it is chiefly with the foreigners that we have the trouble. These people invariably put on a stamp at any but the right place, and you would be surprised to know how they do it Why, I have seen letters upon which the stamps have been placed on the back of the envelope at the point where the society girl will put her monogram in sealing wax. Others when they have

to pay, say, 0 cents postage will buy five one-cent stamps and put one on each corner of the envelope, with the remaining one acting as a seal upon the back.” An Exciting Escape. Prince Kropotkin, the Russian revolutionist, once made an exciting escape from a fortress prison in St Petersburg. After two years in the prison he had been removed to the Jail hospital, where plans were matured by his friends for his flight. He was allowed to walk for an hour each afternoon, guarded by armed sentries, in the grounds. A line of spies outside maintained a system of signals to notify the prince when the adjoining streets should be clear. When all was well a friend in a kiosk opposite the gates played upon a violin. After one ! or two false starts the violinist burst ' into a mad melody, and the prisoner, flinging oft an outer garment, leaped for it Sentries tried to stab him with their Ijayonets; others hesitated to shoot, believing that they could catch him. A carriage with a racing horse in the shafts was waiting. Into it he sprang, and they left at a gallop. His beard was cut off, his clothes changed, and he spent the first hours of his hiding in the best case In St Petersburg. The Amateur Detective. Said the man in the restaurant to the other across the table: "I’ll bet you’re a druggist” “No; you’re wrong.” “A chemist then?" "Wrong again.” “A photographer?" "This time you’re right How did you guess it?”

‘lt wae simple enough,” was the answer. "I guessed It from the way you held the vinegar cruet in making your salad. You placed your little finger at the bottom of the bottle. No one but a man accustomed to measuring out graduated and exact quantities does that.”—New York Press? Could Thin Them Out. The Hon. H. L. Dawes in his young manhood was an Indifferent speaker. Participating in a law case soon after his admission to the bar before a North Adams justice of the peace, Dawes was opposed by an older attorney whose eloquence attracted a crowd that packed the courtroom. The justice was freely perspiring, and, drawing off his coat in the midst of the lawyers eloquent address, he said: "Mr. Attorney, suppose you sit down and let Dawes beg'n to speak. I want to thin out this crowd.’’—Boston Globe.

Would Cost Her More. “Ton naughty child, where have yon been? You have been fighting again with Paul. Just look at your clothes! I’ll hart* to buy you a new suit.” “Don’t you say anything, ma. You ought to see Raul. I think his mother will have to buy a new boy.”—Exchange.

HINDOO HEAVENS, ' Four Dogrose of Biles to Which thsDo1 parted Bplrite Pass. The Hindoos believe in four special | abodes of the righteous after death. I The first is called Sara4oga, “God’s I world,-” the second, Samoeba, -Near to God,-” the third, Sarobam. "God’s image,’’ and the fourth, Bayutcbeyam, which signifies "to be absorbed tn him.” To Bara-loga. the first degree of bliss, go the souls of all of those who have ever made a pilgrimage to a boty place or who have paid for tbs temple lights for one month. In Bara-toga there is great happiness and no work or sick- ' Dess. The Inmate is allowed to read rtbe five sacred books, drink ambrosia . and bear the bouris sing. I To Sameeba go the spirits of alt i Koerlkarar, or workers tn the Brahman i cause; also those who forego tbs som- ' forts of life, ouch as sleeping tea rej cum bent position, eating sufficiently, j etc. Their happiness constats chiefly of ' continually praising God. To Sarobam, the third heaven, go the ' souls of such as never spoil God’s model by shaving or paring the nails. These are the Brahman Yogis. They wander about the earth, always going from left ,to right They eat nothing but nauseous food and live in a constant state of abstraction on divine subjects. The fourth heaven, Sayutcheyam, Is the coming abode of the “nyane,” or philosophers. These nyane pay no attention to heat or cold, never bathe and often go for weeks without food. If they are sick, no one knows It but themselves. They are the stoics of the world of today and believe that In Sayutcheyam they will eventually be absorbed in the deity. TRAINING ANIMALS. Obeying the Word Regardless of the Tone and Manner. I It is true that animals can be taught] ' to obey a tone alone —that is, a mere ' sound having no place among the lists of words. So may a human being. Therefore that proves nothing. It Is likewise true that you may say a thing In a tone that contradicts the word, and the animal may or may not respond to the tone only, but the same effort will produce the same effect on any sensitive child, woman or man. Again, horses and dogs are the most sensitive of. all brutes, the most easily offended, encouraged, discouraged. Therefore, need one be surprised if he finds It takes a long lesson to teach a horse or dog to obey the word regardless of the tone and manner? That either can be so taught, however, thousands of people know from their own experience. I can say to my little Gipsy, “Come here and let me whip you,” In the quietest softest most smiling style, and she comes cringing, trembling and ashamed, showing unmistakably that she considers the word “whip” humiliating and hateful, yet hopes I do not Intend to Inflict any punishment Then

I can frown my worst and shout out I as savagely as I please, “No; you’re a ' good dog!” and she frisks about JoyI fully, although she dislikes harsh tones even in sport.—Forest and Stream. Cleaning Braes. Here is the government recipe for cleaning brass. It is used in all the United States arsenals and is said to be the best in the world. This is the recipe: One part of common nitric acid to half a part of sulphuric acid. Keep the mixture in a stone jar, having ready a pailful of fresh water and a boxful of sawdust Articles to be cleaned must first be dipped in the acid mixture, then into the water and dried with sawdust This process of cleaning will change the brass immediately to a brilliant color. If the metal is greasy—as candlesticks would be—< • dip first in a strong solution of potash and soda, in warm weather. This cuts the grease and permits the add to work. This method of cleaning brass is entirely harmless and is very satisfactory.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Nleknamoe. "It’s funny how a nickname, given to one during one’s boyhood, will stick 1 to one throughout a lifetime,” said a man recently. “The variety of nicknames is also amusing. If I were asked to explain the conditions, 1 should say that it was because the Test of the kids’ didn’t like the real, names and just substituted others to suit themselves. For Instance, a boy comes to school with a lengthy name that a fond mother has given him with no doubt In the world that he will bear It all his life. Usually her fond hopes are shattered and the little ‘dear* will come home from school the proud possessor of such a ’hang-on’ as Tip, Rip, Bull or Buck. And It sticks too.”—Columbus Dispatch. A Powerful 8«lve. A man In Nebraska invented a new powerful double acting salve which ' shows powers never before exhibited 1 by salves of any kind. The Inventor accidentally cut off the tall of a tame 1 wolf, and. Immediately applying some of the salve to the stump, a new tall grew out Then, picking up the old 1 tall, he applied some of the salve to the raw end of that, and a wolf grew out. but he was a wild wolf and had to be shot- r’hjdago Tribune.

The Emerald lele, Ireland Is called the Emerald Isle because of the richness of Its verdure, the term txdng flrM used by Dr. William Drennan, the author of “Glends 1loch” and other poems, published in the latter part of the eighteenth century. "Treatyse of Fysshynge With an Angle” was the first book on angling printed in English. It appeared In 1440.

, WITCftES W PLANTS. •tany Lsgsnds and Traditions That Link Thsm Togsthsr. In all countries in which the witchcraft delusion now exists or in which it prevailed in former times we find folklore stories connecting those mysterious bogies with the plants of those particular regions. Even the great Shakespeare causes his witches to discourse learnedly on the diabolical properties of "hemlock dlgg’d 1’ dark” and of "slips of yew stiverad in the moon’s eclipse.” They are supposed to have had their favorite flowers as well as plants, and in England at the present time foxglove is spoken of as "witch bells” and harebells as "witches’ thimbles.” The common ragwort is well known as the “witches’ horse,” the tradition being that they mounted rank growths of that species of weed and “rode the skies,” Just as the dame with the pointed bat rides the broom in the familiar picture. In Germany and throughout northern Europe it is the belief that wttebes float from place to place on beds of ha/, composed largely of witches’ blossoms and "devil spikes,” this last being a species of dwarfed slough grass. St John’s wort, which is now so popular for shoulder and buttonhole bouquets on St John’s eve, was formerly worn for the express purpose of averting the crafts and subtleties of* the witches, bogies, ghosts and spirits which the European peasantry believed walked abroad on “that night of witching mysteries.” London Spectator. SHAVING NAPOLEON. It Was a Difficult Job For Constant, the Emperor’s Barber.

Constant, Napoleon’s barber, tells of the many diificulties he experienced In shaving the emperor. Napoleon would i take his place in the chair, conversing I and gesticulating. Suddenly he would ’ call for a paper or turn rapidly to look behind him. The utmost caution was necessary on the part of his barber to keep from cutting him, yet in spite of all these restless movements not once while Constant was shaving the emperor did he do so. Sometimes when in the chair he would sit stiff and motionless as a stone, and Constant tells that he could not get him to move his head either way in order to facilitate the operation of shaving. Napoleon had a singular whim of having only one side of his face lathered and shaved at a time. When he shaved himself, which was seldom, he Invariably cut himself badly. This was due to his restless impatience, and, though he was scrupulously neat in his person, he would, after hewing a slice from bls cheek, give up the operation in disgust and go about with part of his face unshaved until he had found his faithful barber. Ths Tws West Points. The sensations of the new cadet when, after the climb from the boat landing, he finally reaches the plain—those first sensations linger a long while. There are two West Points—the actual West Point and the overarching spiritual one, of which the cadet only becomes conscious about the time he graduates. The determinate West Point that is to be his master for four years and the shaper of his destiny meets him at the top of the slope with ominous silence. He hears no voice, he sees no portentous figure, but there is communicated in some way through some medium the presence of an invisible authority, cold, inexorable and relentless. Time never wears away this first feeling. It comes back to every graduate on returning to West Point, let his years and his honors be what they may. And perhaps it is just as well that it be so; that there is one place left in our country where vanity of asserted ancestry and the too frequent arrogance of speculative and fortuitous commercial leadership find a chill.—General Morris Schaff in Atlantic. Endurance of Migrating Blrda. The vigor and endurance that blrda display upon the wing are astonishing. Nearly all the migratory species of Europe must cross the Mediterranean without resting. The little bluebird pays an annual visit to the Bermudas, 600 miles from the continent, and Wilson estimated Its very moderate flight at more than a mile a minute. Remarkable stories are told of the long flights of tame falcons, one going 1,300 miles in a single day. Jawel mentions carrier pigeons that flew from Rouen to Ghent, 150 miles, in an hour and a half, and a certain warbler must wing Its way from Egypt to the Baltic, 1,200 miles, in one night

Bodily Proportions. In the man of average stature the height of the body is ten times the length of the face, the face from the chin to the. hair is as long as the band, the arm is four times the length of the face, the sole of the foot is one-sixth the length of the body, and six times the thickness of the hand in the thickest part equals the thickness of the body. Discretion. He (to servant}—l understand that you have dared to drive my automobile during my absence. Servant— Don’t be vexed, sir. I was very careful. I ran over two persons, but they were very o^d.— Jugend. Os Course. "Walter, bow long do you keep your eggs here?" "Why, until some one eats them, sir. of course.’’—Annales. That only is'a disgrace to a man which he has deserved to suffer.— Phaedrus.

SUSPICIOUS BIRDS. Baey te Make Sparrows Show Their Fear of a Trap. One winter day I made an experiment with sparrows to see exactly how far their natural suspicion would bold out against hunger. I bad often noticed that if one put a little bit of string, a targe button or any strange object among breadcrumbs the sparrows would not touch the bread. They feared a trap. Startings are less suepteious fa this way. If they cam about the breed at aH, they are more trustful and do not make any fuss about some small foreign object But I thought bard weather might make all <be difference even to sparrows. Bo I put a long pieee of apple peel among the bread. It looked quite good to eat, but might be taken by a very suspicions bird for something of the nature of string er tape, which sparrows poem to regard with particular distrust Can they regard it as an emblem of captivity? Directly the bread was thrown on the ground about fifty sparrows perched In a tree above it They looked at It very glumly, and Dot one ventured to come down. Generally they would be devouring the bread within a few seconds. For a little over three hours a crowd of sparrows watched the bread with the terrible piece of apple peel lying among it, but It remained untouched. Then one sparrow made up bls mind to take the risk. He was soon followed by all the others. In twenty minutes the bread was gone. But they had wasted over three hours.—St. James’ Gazette.

DOWN IN THE FIRE ROOM.

Raking the Ashes From the Furnace of an Ocean Liner. My “watches,” four hours long, began at 8 In the morning and at 4 in the afternoon. The rest of the time was mine excepting when it was my turn to carry water and help clean up the mess room. The first descent into the fire room of an ocean liner is unforgettable. Going down that series of ladders into the bowels of the old Elbe, the heat seemed to jump 10 degrees a ladder. At last the final ladder was reached, and we were at the bottom—the bottom of everything was the thought in more minds than one that afternoon. The head fireman of our watch immediately called my attention to a poker, easily an inch and a half thick and twenty to thirty feet long. “Yours!” he screamed. “Yours!" And he threw open one of the ash doors of a furnace, pantomiming what I was to do with the poker. I dived for it madly, just barely raised it from the floor and got it started into the ashes and then dropped none top neatly on top of It “Hurry up, you sow-pig!” the fireman yelled, and I struggled again with the terrible poker, finally managing to rake out the ashes.—Josiah Flynt in Success Magazine. Whet Rules the World. Many years ago John Brougham,. Lester Wallack, Artemus xfrard and' others used to meet after the plaj at Windhurst’s, in Park row, In New York. One night the question, “What rules the world?” arose, and various opinions were expressed. William Ross Wallace, who was present retired before long and some time later called Thomas J. Leigh from the room and handed to him a poem which he had just written. Mr. Leigh read It aloud to the company, and Mr. Brougham made a happy little speech of acknowledgment The thing was entitled “What Rules the World,” and the first stanza ran:

They say that man is mighty. He governs land and sea. He wields a mighty scepter O’er lesser powers that be. But a mightier power and stronger Man from his throne has hurled, And the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world. The Hies Polite. The Japanese prince drew in his breath with a hissing sound as he bent over the young girl’s hand. "Prince,” she said, “I have been up against a lot of Japanese, and they all hiss like that when they meet you. What’s the reason, anyway?"

"The reason is politeness," the prince answered. ”1 hiss—like this—l draw tn my breath—l keep on drawing it in as long as I remain near you. For if I blow any out some of it might be blown in your fair face. What an offense! Shocking! And so we Japanese always hiss in exchanging greetings. Out of politeness we hold our breath.” The Teeth. The accumulation of tartar on the teeth makes them unsightly and 4s often the cause of a bad breath. If the teeth are properly brushed each day tartar will not have the chance to accumulate, but if It has already been allowed to do so it can be removed by a very simple treatment Moisten the toothbrush in warm water and dip it into magnesia. Rub on the teeth, and after three applications the tartar will have entirely disappeared. Well Meant Prayers. Sydney Smith declared that the children of Bishop Phillpotts used to end their usual prayers by praying for Earl Grey, explaining that "papa tells us it is our duty to pray for our greatest enemies.”—London Spectator. Where Life Is Dull. "The terrors of a great city are something dreadful." "Maybe so. but they don't begin to compare with the horrors of a small hamlet”—Washington Herald. Wanted to Keep. Them. "You seem to like his attentions. Why don’t you marry him?” "Because I like bls attentions"— Town and Country.