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THE SUNDAY JOURNAL. f*T J"NO. C. NEW £ SON. WASHINGTON OFFICE—SIft Fourteenth St. P. S. llkath, Correspondent. SUNDAY, AUGUST 23, 1885. "twelve pagesT Telephone Calls. Bosiness Office 2JB | Editorial Rooms 242 The Sunday Journal has the largest and best circulation of any Sunday paper in Indiana. Price five cents. INDIANA LITERATURE. An effort is to bo made, it is said, to complete a collection of the works of Indiana authors, under the charge of the Superintendent of Public Instruction. It is a "consummation devoutly to be wished. ’ Indiana possesses some literary as well as military and political merit, and with tho exception of ft possible half-dozen, her authors are almost unknown, even among her own people. Mrs. Bolton, Mr. Dillon, General Wallace, Maurice Thompson, Mr. Riley, we may suppose, are too well known to miss a place in the proposed Iloosier library, though of these only Mr, Thompson and General Wallace are mentioned in the statement referred to, and their works are not complete. It can’t be difficult to get them, wo should think, as General Wallace has published nothing in book form but the "Fair God,” "Ben Ilur” and the tragedy of "C'ommodus,” and Mr. Thompson only two or three small works that are certainly not ont of print. General Carrington’s military histories are also said to be lacking, and Eggleston's novels. If the "Hoosier Schoolmaster’' is entitled to a place in this library, the "New Purchase” certainly is, for it is a better work, of far more historical value, and at least as accurate a delineation of the people and conditions of its time. Its author, Mr. llall, was one of the early professors of the State University. when Dr. Andrew Wiley was president, and wo aro not sure that it is not the first hook ever published ©specially concerning the fState and people. It must be now nearly a half century old. Among the characters introduced under a thin disguise of names is Dr. Wiley, tho most prominent of early Indiana teachers, and exGovernor and ex-Senator James Whitcomb, with other noted men of that time not at the moment recalled. Tho various writings of Gil Pierce, of cur Legislature, from Porter connty. arc spoken of, but, as well entitled to ftwch a placo as they may be, they have not so strong a claim as the poems of Mrs. Julia Dumont, mother of the late Gen. Eoenezer Dumont, the earliest poetess in the State, and one of the most gifted; and certainly not a itrongcr claim than some of the society novels of Mrs. I jaselle, of Logansport, afterwards •f Washington. Mr. Howe—we suppose him to be Hon. John B. Howe, of Lagrange, who was a member of the constitutional convention of ’SO, and in T>2, one of the Whig candidates for the supreme bench —is mentioned as the author of several woxks on financial subjects, which have already been Been red. as well as those of Prof. Larrabee, once of Asbury University, later superintendent of she Blind Asylum, and still later one of the proprietors and editors of the Sentinel, of this city, on "John Wesley and Bishop Asbury and Their Associates.” "The Book Lover,” by Dr. Baldwin, of Rusliville, is in the collection, a very-little-known work, made up of selections from and sketches of eminent literary men of England and this country; also a series of school readers prepared by Dr. Town, of Grcencastle, that never came into any considerable use or notice; ilso a translation of Virgil by Mr. Wilstach, of Lafayette, a work bs little 1 inown as Professor Ross s Latin life of Washington. Professor Ridpaih's history and the works of tho late Professor Hoshour aro named among thoso already secured. Wo know of nothing of Mr. lloshour s but Lis amusing "Altisonant Letters," and these, we presume, are referred to. There are other works of Indiana authors not named at all, besides thoso we have mentioned, as Professor Kirkwood’s excellent little treatise on "Meteors,” Hon. John Law’s history of Vincennes, & "Summer Expedition” on one of the unfrequented rivers of the North, by John Lyle King, an eminent lawyer of Chicago, lately deceased, but a member of tho Legislature of this State from Jefferson county in 1852. The works of John Finley, of Richmond, author of tho "Hoosier’s Nest,” "Bachelor's Hall” and other poems, we believe, have appeared in book •form, and those of John S. Reed, of Connersville, we know have, and atone time his "Gulzar, or Rose Bower,” after the manner of "Lallah Rookh” was quite popular in the last generation. Captain George W. Cutter, author of the once noted poems, "Song of Steam” and "E Pluribus Unum,” published an Indian epic called "Elakatamah, or the Moving Fires,” based on an Indian legend of Indiana, is early as 1840 or 1841, when he was a distinguished leader of the Whig party here, and a member of the Legislature from Terre Haute. Judgo Horace P. Biddle, late of the supreme bench, has published several volumes of poetry, more in number probably than any Other State author. Dr. Orpheus Everts, late of the Insane Asylum, published a volume of poems moro than twenty five years ago. A young man named Waldo published a small pamphlet of poems thirty years ago in this city. Rev. Win. C. Smith has published ft valuable history on Methodism in Indiana, ind Rev. John C. Smith has more recently fublishod many interesting reminiscences of

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Methodist preachers of the State. The debate between Rev. John O'Kain, Christian, and Rev. Mr. Haines, Baptist, in 1838, or thereabout, which was reported by the father of Mr. W. 11. Drapier, of this city, was published, we believe, and would be a valuable record of the condition of social and theological feeling in Indiana at that time. Mr. Woollen’s biographies is a work well worth a place in any library. So are Mr. Nowland's two sketches of the early history of Indianapolis, and Hon. Oliver H. Smith’s of the early history of Indiana. Why not include Mr. Beechor’s "Lectures on Young Men,” delivered here while he lived here? Senator Voorhees has published a volume of speeches, and a life of Senator Morton has been published by Win. M. French. The late lion. John 11. Bradley, shortly before his death, published a small volume of a discussion of "Spiritualism,” and Miss Kate Merrill has published a valuable history of Indiana’s services in the war. These are not all of the productions of Hoosier literary ability or research that might be named, but they are all that occur to the writer at the moment, and they will make a pretty extensive collection. A NEW "REVIVAL” FEATURE. A want long felt seems to have been filled by Sister Woodworth, the evangelist of northern Indiana, or, more properly speaking, by Brother Woodworth, her husband and colaborer in the cause. The Woodworths have evidently become convinced of the great truth which has often impressed other workers in the spiritual vineyard before them, that a harvest of souls can best be gathered when the stomach, that earthly and sometimes inconvenient appendage to each and every soul, is comfortably filled. The most penitent and willing soul in existence is hampered in its search for peace and piety when attacked by the bonds of the flesh to a yawning and empty stomach. The confession is humiliating to the aspiring and spiritually-minded, but facts are facts. The Woodworths recognized them, and resolved to act. Sister Woodworth had labored long in the path trodden bv other evangelists, but with varying success. In the winter, when her hearers came directly to the house of—that is to say, the scLcol-house —from their supper-tables, her success in snatching unsuspecting sinners from the downward path and laying them out cold, so to speak, in the road to glory, was phenomenal. Later in the season, when tho afternoon meal was over, and the dishes "done” in the rural districts by 5 o’clock or earlier, Mrs. Woodworth’s efforts, though equally vigorous, produced no visible effects. Crowds flocked to hear her, but their attention wandered; they seemed alike indifferent to the lurid pictures of hell or the golden harps of the New Jerusalem, held before them by tho revivalist. They would not go to tho mourners’ bench; they would not go into trances. There was a cause for this, and Sister Woodworth, aided and abetted in her researches by Brother Woodworth, or vice versa, discovered it. The saints and sinners who assembled to listen to her were a-hungered. Remotely and unconsciously they craved spiritual sustenance, of course; but primarily and positively they yearned for more substantial food. I‘iety was in less active demand than pie. Lest it bo thought that any reflection is intended to be cast upon the evening meal of Hoosierdom by the charge of hunger against the partakers, let tho statement be recorded at once that the supper table of rural Indiana groans with fatness. Tho attendants at the Woodworth meetings suffered from no lack of food; but the summer days were long, and hours enough had stretched between supper and religious services to thoroughly enliven the seldom quiescent Hoosier appetite, (.-amp-meeting days came on, and sinners still continued reluctant. Something must be done. There is a tradition that iu the earl}* history of the caiupmecting the culinary accomplishments of the mothers in Israel were displayed to their best advantage. The oldest inhabitants tell mouth-watering stories of the fried chicken, the doughnuts, the "perserves” and other delicacies which graced those occasions, and invariably add that no wicked man was allowed to escape. Conversions were a matter of course. The camp-meet-ing, as it is now constituted, has few of the old-time practical attractions. The "tenters” live, as it were, from hand to mouth. £ They bring a supply of provisions already cooked, and live on this picnic fare until it is stale, when they secure a fresh supply of bakers’ wares and "canned goods.” Brother and Sister Woodworth considered these facts, and resolved to start a refreshment stand in connection with their revival work. If souls would not revive until stomachs were filled, then the multitude must be fed with bread and meat before invisible nutriment was dealt out to them. Brother Woodworth, whose services had hitherto not seemed valuable in the evangelistic work, here came out strong. He would be caterer to the crowd; he would feed the hungry—at so much a head—and Mrs. Woodworth, encouraged and aided by him, would go on conquering Satan and his allies with her aforetime assurance. The experiment is only a recent one, but its success is already apparent in the daily reports from the neighborhood of Kokomo. Trances are of nightly occurrence, and the mourners’ bench is not vacant as for some time past. Gradually, as the hollow seekers for righteousness become well filial with boef and bacon at Brother Woodworth’s table, the number of sheep to flock under the madame's banner will increase. The oomplaint is made that if the gospel is

free, accessories to it should be free also; but this is idle reasoning. Perhaps Brother and Sister Woodworth do not feel able to furnish square meals of the size necessary to put a Howard county sinner in a fair way for redemption. Perhaps the spiritual influences of peanuts and lemonade, which delicacies form a part of the refreshments furnished, are of a character not to be estimated by the cash value set upon them. There is no good reason why Bister and Brother Woodworth should feed people and get their souls into shape for salvation for nothing, and criticisms of the sort are unbecoming. Let the bad men of Kokomo go to camp-meeting and be fed with real and spiritual lemonade of the Woodworth brand, and, if it profit them, the evangelists and the rest of the community will give thanks. MINOR MENTION. It is a common complaint among schoolteachers that the length of their purses by no means corresponds with tho length of tho summer vacation. Stretch the useful article as they will it is apt to reach the last hopeless stage of attenuation before the holiday is done and September and salary come again. Various methods, more or less successful, have been devised for bridging the gap, but the efforts to earn money iu a legitimate way during play time are so uniformly discouraging that the wise teacher soon gives over tho attempt, and has recourse to his uncle—it is "ho” who gets stranded most frequently—or mortgages his salary. Mr. Sweaton, a New York "professor” in the public schools, had not learned wisdom when the approaching end of his vacation found him without sufficient funds to tide himself and wife over the remaining time without discomfort. He decided to "borrow” to be sure — he called it borrowing—but his method, though unique on the part of a school-teacher, is net to be recommended. He addressed a letter to a certain hotel-keeper and informed that person that he knew damaging facts concerning aim and a certain young lady. If the hotel-keeper would lend him, the writer, one hundred dollars tho facts would not be divulged, otherwise they would go to the newspapers and the families of himself and the young woman. Mr. Sweaton, who represented himself as a private detective, and and signed himself "Williams,” excused this request for money by the statement that he was in a financial strait, and would regard the hundred dollars, if received, as a loan to be repaid within four months, at G por cent, interest. Instead of sending the money by bearer, as desired, tho hotel proprietor wrote a note requesting an interview and went to the place designated in company with a officer. When the guileless and unsuspecting instructor of youth walked in and placed under arrest he was completely overcome, confessing everything and weeping like a child. With his career as a teacher cut short, and his future prospects ruined, Mr. Sweaton will hardly be expected to recommend black mailing as a vacation pastime to other members of his profession. If Rev. Edward Everett Hale’s ideas are to prevail in tho matter of church music it behooves choir leaders to "get religion" without delay. Mr. Halo thinks the leader of a choir should be as pious as the pastor. Just how the matter is to be gauged the promulgator of tho idea does not state, but a commission, something on the civil-service plan, will doubfless have to be organized in each church to examine the musical candidate and measure the degree of piety to which he has attained. There should be, and generally is, in every religious organization, a high-water mark of piety in tho person of some good brother or sister by which tho applicants, both clerical and choral, can be tested. It no member of sufficiently high religious acquirements can be agreed upon, the traditions concerning some saint who has gone before can be made to serve as a measure. Chui’ch cummittees usually know very little about music, but they are generally good judges of tho amount of piety other ought people to possess if they do not and cannot be depended upon to chooseachoir which is devout, e\enifit can't sing worth a cent. Not, "Is he a good singer,” but "Is he a wicked sinner?” is the question to be propounded concerning the future leader of sacred song when the latest Chautauqua notion shall prevail. Probably Mr. Halo’s belief is that the silvery tenor voice, when raised in a hymn of praise, will carry tho hearers closer to heaven’s gate if the singer loves tho Lord. It is by no means certain, either, that the Rev. Hale is not right in his theory. At all events, the ladies of choirs usually need religion badly enough, and whether their musical abilities are helped by lts posssession or not, to petit, and that soon, will be an excellent thing for them and the churches where they perform. About this tirao of year look out for glowing and gushing advertisements and press notices of young and aspiring actresses who are about to electrify the world with their respective renditions of Juliet. If the reading public put implicit faith in these representations it would be filled with astonishment at the number of gifted young women who are annually filled with a determination to interpret Juliet to the world, each according to her own highly original and unique conception of the part. Long and sad experic nee, however, has led wary readers to delay all rejoicing over tho rise of the stars until later returns prove conclusively whether or not they are of the boasted first magnitude. A little later than this time of year experience has taught them to look out for a report, or a series of them, equaling in number the Juliets, which, in a figurative sense, may be compared to a dull thud, being nothing less than the discovery by theatrical circles that the supposed luminaries were not genuine, but were meteors which had flashed up once and swiftly gone out of sight. It is a little early in the season, but one ambitious Juliet has already essayed her flight in New York, and has met the usual fate. Although her name is Moore she will be heard of no more; but others, undaunted by her failure, will venture where unquestioned genius has hesitated to tread. The deep concern displayed by a number of esteemed contemporaries over "the decliue of marriage” gives rise to the suspicion that a large stock of mittens has accumulated among the personal belongings of the respective editors. To-day closes the month of formal mourning for General Grant. Over SIOO,OOO has already been subscribed for Grant monuments at various points, which, while not all that wa3 hoped, is not a bad showing. Very few departments of science, philosophy and religion are without a publication of some sort to represent them to the world, but still another magazine is proposed, which, it is as sorted, will fill the usual long felt want Tho

new venture is to be published in Boston, and will be called by tlie very awkward and inelegant title, “Lend a Hand.” It is to be the organ of persons interested in philanthropic work, and will bo devoted to discussions of plans of charity and social reform. The Rev. Edward Everett Hale is to be the editor. In lieu of an exposition Cincinnati will this year have a bazar. To promote the bazaar the people will blow the bazoo. TliE GRUMBLER. ‘‘Everythink goes wrong with me.”—Mrs. Gummidge. The grumbler is a very unpleasant individual, yet every community has one or more, and it is not plain that he is not a blessing very greatlydisguised. If in no other way, he may be a blessing in that all with whom he comes in contact religiously cross themselves and (a little pharasaically, perhaps) congratulate themselves that they are not like him. In this way he may be the means of making others contented in a measure. His diagonal journey through the world must needs be at cross-purposes with all that portion of the human family that is willing to “take things as they come,” and believe, or profess to believe, that it is not so bad a world after all. Zigzagging, ricocheting hi3 tedious way to the grave that seems so far away to his solicitous neighbors, he is a personage that cannot bo ignored. Chief of the Aduilamites, the Jeremiah of his time, he compels attention and spreads social dismay. Still, he may have his uses, and the world might as well bo good natured while tolerating him. * * if. The Grumbler noticed last week that Farmer Lockabill, of Montgomery county, had captured three tramps in bis house, and like the doughty tailor, who killed “seven at a blow,” he had knocked them all down and bound them with thongs, being aided and abetted by his wife. It is further related that when they recovered their wits he considerately gave them their choice — being a kind-hearted man—whether they should go to jail and abide by tbo finding of the magistrate, or submit to such flogging as ho in his stern sense of justice, tempered with pity, might administer. Beguiled by his smooth address, and not caring to face a term in the State's prison, they with one accord chose to be flogged. Instead of tempering his wrath with mercy, Farmer Lockabill is said to have beaten the poor wretches until the blood flowed to their fleet and gatherod thero in a pool. Their screams of agony, forced from them by the awful torture they underwent, was heard far and wide, end the neighbors of the virtuous Lockabill gathered to see what was tho matter. The lacerating of tho last tramp was proceeded with in the preseuce of tho gathered farmers, and a lesson was written on tho bloody, writhing flesh of these fellows that they will not soon forget. The general verdict seems to bo that he served them right and that they got no more than they deserved. Perhaps, but The Grumbler wonders how any one cau indorse such awful brutality. It is not written in tho State's enactments that thieves and burglars shall bo flogged. And if it were, the penalty would hardly be a hundred lashes well laid on the bare back. Farmer Lockabili, a broadshouldered, brawny, well fed man, certainly could not have had much trouble in knocking out even threo half-starved, shad-beilied nomads such as these fellows must have been. That ho did well-nigh beat their brains out is well attested. Ilis flogging them, according to The Grumbler, was simply an exhibition of brawn and cruelty that robbed his prowess of all charm. Had ho been a merciful man he would not have gone to such brutal length; had ho been a just man. he would huve turned them over to the authorities and let them deal with them according to law and the modes of punishment prescribed by the wisdom of Christian civilization. 7f * Without any idea of cruelty to smaller ani mals, The Grumbler would like to seo Henri Rochefort turned into the den of the British lion. The outcome would be something like an elephant sitting down on a mouse, but the result would bo all that could be asked. Tho editor of the Intransigeant is a fly in the French ointment, and if ho could be got rid of in tho manner indicated, the desire for the public good should overcome any sentimental scruples. But tho thing that vexes The Grumbler most is tho fact that this pestiferous fellow enjoys such widespread popularity among his fellow-citizens. Ilis papers have tho largest circulation of any in the world. Possibly his very hatefulness does this. Humanity is just perverse enough for a trick like this. * * * It's too bad that Justice can't relieve her bandaged eyes and lay down her scales long enough to pick up a club and take a critical walk through Dogberry Row. If the truth has been told, some of her servants have been “whacking up” with the enemy. They have pockets in their togas, and if tho public is to believe the story current at tho city gates, those pockets are not empty. They havo been seeking their own. Some have, and some have not; and those who havo not get angry and swear like Mississippi river pirates. All seem to be wrong. It is reprehensible that an officer chosen to administer the law should swear profanely. It is much worse that they should pervert justice, and make sure of their own share of tho spo’ ,c * at the expense of the public purse, while tho giilty escape tho full penalty of their misdeeds. I; is a scandal that should not be allowed to rest upon our courts of justice, to cripple their functions and impair the wholesome effect of their decisions. * * The Grumbler would like to enter a protest against the honorable and altogether reliable gentleman of Pierceville, this State, who says that* the monster snake that has been gliding about tho marsh country of that region is about ten inches thick and fifteen feet long. A snake ten inches thick, if properly proportioned, and if it has not swallowed a buffalo within tho past day or two, should be not less than thirtyfive feet in length. Now, to say that this Indiana production is but futeen feet long suggests the thought that, after all, it may not be as big around as a beer-keg and capable of swallowing a plug hat without bending the brim. Scoffers at a distance will at once begin to doubt, and say that the Pierceville man is mistaken, and the outcome of this melancholy error will be to cast discredit upoij the State. The. GrutnViler has no reason to doubt the veracity of the serpent seer, and is ready to accept his amendment that the reptile is an even foot in diameter. But he would like to see him exerciso that wise discrimination that would suggest that he multiply the diameter by forty and subtract five in the interest of good morals. A MOST graceful and worthy act was that of the soldiers of Ohio In their reunion at Caldwell, last week, voting to permit Private Dalzell to place a memorial window in their monumental hall in memory of his son, who died July 4 last. Donations for that purpose were received to the amount of SI,OOO

or more, President Hayes heading the list, and Governor Hoadly coming next. The amount yet to be raised is $9,000. BREAKFAST TABLE CHAT. HENCEFORTH she should bo called not the Princess Beatrice, but the Princess Henry, of Battenberg. The Queen herself, in tho Court Circular, is authority for the change of style. OSCAR WILDE wanted to leave his son and heir unnamed until the child should be old enough to choose a namo for himself, but learned that in order to have the babe christened a name was imperatively required. The Duke of Ratibor, who presided over the Bismarck Testimonial Fund Committee, reports that the total amount raised was st>Bs.ooo, of which $375,000 went to purchase the Prince's ancestral estate of Schonhausen. Mr. Caton Woodvili.e, tho English artist, claims descent from tho De Wydevilles, Lancashire, from v> i ich family Edward IV choose his queen, but Woodvilleis sure of an even more honorable descent, since his maternal great-grandfather was Charles Carroll, of Carrollton. The Mexican editors who recently- did this country, have been welcomed home again as though they were heroes returning from war. They point with pride to the fact that they traveled 14,000 miles in the land of the Yankees without an accident of any kind. The trip cost them about $75 apiece. Preston S. Brooks, Jr., son of the man who assaulted Charles Sumner, is a dry goods merchant at Sewanee, Tenn. He has tho gold cup and the two gold-headed canes presented to his father bv Southerners. *’l could never see,” he said recently, ‘‘why that little affair of my-father’s created such a wide interest." Mrs. Lippincott—“Grace Greenwood"—who recently arrived in this country- after more than a year’s visit to Italy, whither she will return in a fortnight, says her daughter has devoted herself to music—particularly English ballad-singing—and to languages for about seven years, but to Italian opera proper she had only- given about eighteen months previous to her debut at Milan last April. Rev. Edward Everett Halt? believes in good living, and considerable of it, for the literary man. He works from thirty- to sixty minutes before breakfast on a cup of weak coffee and a soda biscuit. He Ims five meals after that. A hearty breakfast is one, an extended lunch is another, dinner at half past 2 is tho third, tea at G or 7 the fourth, and supper just before bedtime the fifth. “Never go to bed in any danger of being hungry,” is one of his mottoes. “People are kept awake by- hunger quite as much as by a bad conscience.” The letters of Thackeray, which are about to bo published, are reported to be of more than ordinary interest. It is stated that “as was his wont, Thackeray enriched those letters with numberless little pen-and-ink sketches, all of which will be faithfully reproduced.” Further, that “the letters are published with the full authorization of the surviving members of Thackeray’s family. The gentleman to whom they were written was a very old friend of Thackeray, and also of Lord Tenny-son, and one of tho best of the Poet Laureate’s sonnets is addressed to his memory-,” Gen. Joseph E. Johnston, the oldest of the mourners who followed Grant to the grave, is seventy--eight years of age. Sheridan is but fifty-four; thongh he looks older—being much the youngest of the great military generals on the Union sido. Sherman is sixty-five, Buckner sixty-four. Sickles sixty-throe, Hancock sixtv-one, Schofield fifty-four and Wade Hampton sixty-seven. Admiral Porter is seventy-two and Admiral Brown seventy-nine. If Gen. Robert E. Lee were alive ho would bo nearly eighty, and “Stono-w-all Jackson sixty-one. Abraham Lincoln would bo seventy- six and Jefferson Davis seventy-seven. Will Uarleton is a man of middle age, slender in figure and spare in the face, and wcariug only a small “goatee’ on his chin. He does not show a trace of the worldly air so common among literary men of tho day. He does not look sophisticated; neither has he the slightest affectation of awkwardness or roughness. He is simply- a quiet, unassuming American of the old school—almost a typical "Uncle Sam” in appearance, who, to judge from his face, is simply and terribly in earnest. He lives modestly- in Brooklyn, does not belong to the Authors’ Club, and is never met in tho regular Now York gatherings of writers. Rriefiy, he is a mau of the people, modest, intelligent, active, and gifted w-ith a peculiar power of expressing rhythmically what the people think and feel. A Washington correspondent says of General Lew Wallace: He is an agreeable man. quite as literary in his appearance as military, lie wears an English suit of mixed goods, has good broad shoulders, and would appear to be a mau of about fifty. He told mo that he had two more novels in an advanced state, one of them being a tale of Constantinople at the time of its capture by the Turks, and the other, if I remember, is an American book of domestic life among us. His tale of Ben Hur paid him $3,200 last year in royalties. Referring to general compensations of literature General Wallace remarked: “I think that a considerable publishing-house has stated that when an author gets SSOO royalties on n novel he was considered to have written a successful book.” On her piazza at Mount MacGregor, in the spot where the General sat patiently awaiting the end, Mrs. Grant’s form, in its robes of widowhood, may be discerned during almost any- of the sunshiny- hours of the day, and with her children or Dr. Douglas she talks continuously- of the departed, dwelling on incidents of his past life as well as on its closing scones. Mrs. Grant is in very good health considering all that she has gone through. Once in a while she sends over to the hotel for Dr. Douglas for some temporary derangement of her system; but her habit of absorption in her children stands her in good stead now, for their society in a good degree fills up her mind and diverts it from herself. All the members of the party but Mrs. Grant, sr., whose meals are served in her cottage, come to the public dining-room of the hotel, where they have a corner table. “This morning,” writes a Berlin correspondent of the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, “I stood within three feet of the Emperor as his Majesty- took his usual walk in the Kurbans Gardens. He wore a tall silk hat of the latest London form, with very narrow brim; black frock-coat, unbuttoned, with a crape band on the left sleeve; a white waistcoat; a black-and-bluo striped scarf with plain gold pin in it; loose gray trousers; large, comfortable shoes, and carried a stout walking stick. About fifty little girls, from twelve to sixteen years old, crowded about him with bouquets of corn-flowers. The Emperor chucked a pietty little blonde maiden under the chin, pulled her ear gently, took her bouquet, and said, with a pleasant smile, ‘Ach wie schon.' The Emperor then stopped at a hat shop and selected a large, brown felt hat; then, walking further, he bought about fifty dollars’ worth of Bohemian-glass punch bowls, drinking-glasses, etc., which he ordered sent to Berlin ” M. ERNEST Renan Looks strikingly like a toad; that is, of course, a vivacious and gentlemanlike toad. He is about middle height, slightly bald, stout and shortnecked. His eyes are very disappointing; they express. in a general way. geniality and sagacity, but it is only- when their owner is engaged in animated conversation that they seem to express anything at all. He speaks naturally and fluently, and when he is in his best mood he bristles with epigrams. I heaid him lecture on the Psalms of I)a\ id, in tho College de France. The audience was small—scarcely more than twenty or thirty—and it was evident the lecturer discouraged the attendance of anyone who did not possess the scholarship necessary- for understanding him. He made no jokes, told no anecdotes, and indulged in no claptrap theories for the benefit of the unlearned. Once or twice the students,who all kept writing busily in their note books, applauded a witticism, but Renan shook his head with a smile, as if deprecating tho demonstration. The President, relates Donn Piatt in the Capital, tells a good story about an interview which he had not long ago with a Democratic “father in Israel," who bail come to the White House to urge him to greater activity- in the good cause of lopping off the heads of the Republican office-holders. His caller was one of the thorough-going sort, whose principal idea of reform was in ohanging the personnel of the govern-

ment. “I tell you what it is, Mr. President,” said he, “we have got to get rid of the carbuncles," and he brought his fist down on the arm of his chair with a biff thump. "What,” said the President, “what do you mean? I don't quite understand you.” “I tell you, sir,” said the venerable citizen, "we have got to gefc rid of these carbuncles in tho government." “Oh, of course, we havo,” returned the President, seeing whafc his caller was driving at. “We have got to got rid of the carbuncles" is now one of the regular Cabinetmeeting jokes of the new administration, and the wprd “barnacless,” which was, of course, in the old fellow’s mind, is in danger of becoming obsolete in the White House lexicon. OTHER PEOPLE AND I. Written for th Journal by Garth Grafton. The “personal" column of the newspapers informs me that Alice Field, a daughter of Cyrui Field, is writing a novel. I don’t know anything about Miss Field's ability in the direction of fiction. Her novel tray be an immortal affair, the glorious product of a genius that has burst the golden fetters of enervating millionairism and, contrary to all established precedent, accomplished something, in which case it is a thousand pities that, the work should be heralded by the name of its grandpapa. There be so many unbelievers in tho world whom it will be difficult to convince, in the face of all merit, that Cyrus Field’s fame did not accomplish his daughter’s. Which leads one to reflect upon the degenerate character of modern fame. She, at whose feet importunate mortals used to kneel, vainly imploring but an icy glance, behold, her favor may bo bought and sold! Every day she renders tribute unto Ciesar, who once exacted it She cringes to tho money-bags of any vulgar Midas; she smiles upon the possessor of an extraordinary biceps; she respects you if you are well enough acquainted with any- friend of hers to shoot Inin, and you have won her eternal regard by running away with his wife. She is in bondage to printer's ink, not entirely a self-respecting fluid, as everybody knows. One instinctively regrets iu theso days of ready- made reputations the unappreciative old times when the impecunious poet waited, bat in hand, in the hall of his lordship with a taste for letters, whose patronage ana. whose flunkeys snub tho shabby rhymester courted for the “desire of fame” that burnt under his frayed great-coat. Genius seeins to thrive better in obscurity and upon a muttonbone than in purple and fine linen, and upon pate de foie gras. The Muses will not be courted by electric light. It makes them feol old-fash-ioned and queer, pud suspicious of being flirted with. They prefer devotion and a farthing dip. # # if. I am hoping that some poet not too well fed nor too extensively advertised will ponder over that bugler’s last “good night” to the great General until the notes make such a glorious echo iu bis soul that presently he will interpret all their beautiful sadness to a world that feels it, but dumbly-, not being vouchsafed utterance of the inspiration that may glow sometimes in very common clay. The last “good-night" that rang so often across the still darkness of tented fields, a good-night to which there might be no good-morrow; a good-night from oue to all, now from all to one—the noblest one, tho bravest and the best! There, as he lay for tho last time in the sun-lit world, amid the warm boauty and streugth and liopo of throbbing human life, before they shut him in with darkness, and silence, and loneliness, ana cold, once more the old familiar notes, “good-nighl”—a long “goodnight!” And they fell on the dull ear and passed, I suppose, and trembled among the listening trees and thrilled in tho heart of tho world. The pathos of it! * # # The Overland Monthly has discovered anew and profitable industry, or rather evolved one out of what has hitherto been a task unrewarded even by anybody's gratitude. Editors-in-chief we all know, and managing editors we have some acquaintance with, but advisory editors, what are they? As an advisory chair will soon bo part of the furniture of every sanctum, according to the Overland, it might be in the interest of the public to disseminate that journal’s ideas. He is to take entire charge of that department of modern journalism known, alas, to many of us as the wastebasket. The would be contributors whose inspirations are “unavailable" may, by inclosing a consideration, receive by return mail not only his MS. well thumbed and dejected looking, but an essay upon the cause of its rejection and the writer's literary prospects. Are you nurturing the insane idea that letters will maintain you in affluence? Repair unto the advisory editor. Propitiate him with a propitiation of greenbacks and you will probably hear that the world is waiting for you, but they have a great deal of that kind of thing on hand at present, so he must reluctantly compel it to wait a little longer. He may- even punctuate “that kind of thing” for you and correct the spelling, if it be so that there are two figures oa the face of your propitiation. And ho will no doubt be pleased to hear from you again on the same terms. Yes, there is a great field for tho advisory editor, an inexhaustible field, for thou*auds of human boings come into tho world every year with a dormant predilection toward literature which will stand a good deal of pecuniary pruning before it dies on account of its location. The first magazine that starts an advisory editor need not depend on its circulation for a living. Editorial inhumanity will also pass away and be forgotten, and not a scribe, be ho never so facetious, will dare to revile spring poetry. Consideration is certainly a marketable quality. All hail to the advisory editor. # # In the literary connection, have you happened to see “Across the Chasm?” I wouldn't advise you to make any particular effort to do so, if you haven’t, unless you happen to be a young man in need of a few rather elementary lessons in etiquette. Even in that case I think it would be better to invest in one of tho numerous little books that treat exclusively of the subject They are somewhat unreliable in places, I believe, but you get more information for your money, and about telling one what not to do they are usually to be depended upon. And it is generally in overexertion that the society novice comes to grief. According to “Across the Chasm," the department of manuers has beeu much neglected by the recent constructors of fiction. The young lady, a Southerner, who bridges the “chasm” by marrying a Northerner, selects him solely because, of her three suitors who pay assiduous and rather monotonous court, relieved only by exceptional gaucheries all through the volume, he is the best behaved. The Yankee who won her rop>enied of his misdeeds and was forgiven and accepted. How are the chivalrous heroes and uncalculating heroines and thriiiing plots of the story telling age departed! It is time to mourn them when we get a judicial young person calmly reviewing the merits and demerits of her respective adorers by the cold light of decorum, and demanding immaculate cuffs of tho man of her choice. Aa episode in connection with the soup, an exciting scene over a visiting card in German type, a climax when the offender puts his knife in his mouth! Introduced into certain Western colleges under the title of “Manners Made Easy,” the little volume might justify its existence, but it is hardly fair to impose it upou the public as & novel, even a summer novel. The Hurry of Life. Mrs, Livermore. “I am dying, worn out,” said Governor Morton at fifty four What business has a man to dio at fifty or fifty four worn out? We are a wasteful people, but are more wasteful of ourselves than of property. Almost all young ladies so abuse their bodies that if they abused their sewing nachines or pianos as much, they would be fit only for the kindling wood tn a few tnontha The brain is not ouly the crown, but the outooree of the body. Before it is possible for us to make more advancement, we must hard hotter bodies for these souls to reside iu. A Difference with a Distinction. Ruskin. in referring in his autobiography tc his boyhood and the garden at his father's house, says: “The difference of primal importance which I observed between the nature of thie gardea and that of Eden, as I had imagined it, were that iu this one all the fruit was forbidden. and that there were no companionable beast*.*