Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 October 1887 — Page 4

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Mr. Blaine's Interview. Olive Logan's interriew with Mr. Blaine, of which we received notice last week, and expected la time for to-day's issue, has been delayed from some cause or other. It was had with Mr. Elaine on the continent, and by him reviewed, and was to be forwarded from Paris. It will certainly come to hand in time for next San"day's Journal.

THE PSESIDENT'S EECEPTI02TThe President has come and gone, and his visit and reception Lave passed into history. It was the sensation of a day and will he for- ' gotten aa soon. The reception was a success, and it was not. In respect of organization and details it was exceedingly well managed and handled. The profession was well marshaled; every part of it'xnoved promptly, and the programme was t carried out without a material hitch. The organization and hand- ' lins of the procession showed the knowledge ajtLat comes of experience, and this part of the work was hiL.y creditable to those who had charge of it The parade was nothing like as imposing in numbers as havev been seen in our streets, but it was appropriate to the occasion and quite as large as could be conveniently handled in the time allotted. What wo have said indicates the respect in which the. reception was a success. For the rest, it waa disappointing. The was very little enthusiasm, "and the event was noticeably lacking in the elements of a popular ovation. Of curiosity and desire to see the President and his wife there was an abundance, but it was cold and undemonstrative; of genuine enthusiasm and personal interest there was little. On some former occasions Washington street has been one flutter of waving handkerchiefs, and the cheers have arisen in a continuous roar that ' absorbed all other sounds. Yesterday's crowd was undemonstrative. - There was very little cheering, and most of the attempts in

that direction fell flat. The action and movements of the crowd were as if they wanted the business ended wanted to see the President and his wife and get away as soon as possible. They evidently were not in a mood for cheering. In this regard the reception was not a success. It neither demonstrated nor added to the President's' personal popularity. In short, as a reception of the President it was a success, as an ovation to Mr. Cleveland it was a failure. Mr. Cleveland's presence is not impressive and his manner has no touch of personal magnetism. Like his person, it is heavy. Mrs. Cleveland created a favorable impression, as she always does. ,' Without being strongly handsome

V-)r distinguished looking, she has a sweet and s . t - . - .,-' j. j

TTinnuig pev, auu uiduiieiu at odcs uigmueu and graceful. It is not worth while to gush ever Mrs. Cleveland, for there are hundreds of thousands of American women as handsome as she and who would fill the position with as much grace and dimity. This is a compliment to American women and no detraction from her, of whom only words of respectful admiration and praise can bespoken.' It is gratifying to be able to say that the reception passed off in a way . altogether creditable to the hospitality of the city, and that must have made a favorable impression on our distinguibhed visitors. THE DANGEROUS "GOOD CITIZEU." If all the residents of Indianapolis who claim to be good citizens could be taken at their own estimate there could be no possible doubt of the result when a fight is to be waged with the corrupt element. For there is no question but that those who desire the , material and moral prosperity largely exceed in number the two classes universally acknowledged to be a damage to the community, namely, that which patronizes saloons and that which depends upon saloon patronage. r Unfortunately, however, good citizenship ineludes more than the mere negative virtue of wishing the town well. It will, doubtless, be a severe shock to the sensibilities of some of "these eminently-respectable people that the course they have pursued for years has only been a degree less injurious to the city than that followed by Coy and his gang; that, indeed, they are indirectly responsible for Coyism. For it was before the advent of the gang into power that these so-called good citizens withdrew from active participation in the affairs of the city. If they were not satisfied with the manner in which public business was conducted they took so measures to correct abuses, but merely stood aloof, and indulged in criticism and vituperation. This ' habit of criticism was not confined to matters v political, and perhaps did not begin ' with them. The fault-finding extended to all measures or enterprises Intended, to promote , the welfare of the city. It was not that they opposed such measures; on l2Te contrary, they sometimes approved of them; but with an "if," and an "if heavy enough to hinder the progress of any reform. !fc was well enough, waa .the lament, for Indianapolis to talk of building herself up, of establishing improvements, of bringing manfacturers here, of pushing herself into fprom' inance ts aj live business canter: hut Indian

apolis couldn't do it.,.. Indianapolis was slow; Indianapolis was behind the times, and all her plans would end in talk. It was not worth while to take any part in the projects because nothing would be accomplished. And so the jeremiads were Bounded year in and year out, until what began as the utterances of men soured by the failure of their own undertakings had made its impression on the public, and was taken up and echoed by the large class which accepts, unthinkingly, the opinions that are thrust upon it. Dispar- ' agement of the town they live ia became the customary thing with so many of the residents all calling themselves "good citizens"

that a show of enthusiasm over its merits and advantages came to be met with uplifted eyebrows, if not out-spoken sneers. As a natural consequence the conditions which were described as existing came to pas3. Strangers hearing the city defamed by its own people were naturally prejudiced against the place in advance. Apathy and lethargy took the pir.ee of a spirit of progress. Promoters of public enterprises or private undertakings that would inure to public benefit found themselves opposed by a wall of indifference that was more difficult to overcome than active antagonism. For the past ten or fifteen rears every thing that has been accomplished in the way of advancing the city's interests ha3 been in the face of a listless ness and unconcern so depressing and discouraging as to be deadly. Rascals have not been slow to take advantage of this condition of affairs. That the Coy .gang has been able to gain so great a control of municipal affairs is due to the withdrawal of the "good citizen" into his shell more than to any other cause. It is time that this state of things was done away with. The live people of Indianapolis are tired of the "good citizen" who does nothing but find fault; who" will do nothing for the general good himself, and by his influence dissuades others from performing their duty; who berates the town because scoundrels gain an ascendency in the government, but who will not take the trouble to work and vote for better men. It is time such citizens transformed themselves from carping critics into active participants in public affairs; if they have not an interest in their city's prosperity it is time they assumed one. If Indianapolis is to take that place in the country which is her due it must be done by the co-operation of the people; if the town is to grow it must be "boomed." It must he talked up and Hot down. The citizens must stand shoulder to shoulder in all that concerns the public weal. It is not necessary to search for the first duty to perform. Before Indianapolis can prosper financially or morally Coyism must . be crushed. If the "good citizens, " without regard to party or previous condition of servitude, will turn out this week and next weak, one and all, the thing can be done. After that, the long-delayed boom can and will begin. "The Cabin in the Clcarlncr." Literature ia not a fblng of geographical metes and bounds. The writer may have a m escape for those beyond the borders of his own home, and often finds his best audience outside of the circle nearest him. There is nothing in the mere fact that one's neighbor has written a book that places other neighbors under obligation to read the volume. The fact, however, is sufficient to suggest the probability that the work contains somethiog especially adapted to their needs. For literature, if it is genuine, must partake, to some decree, of the nature of the soil. It may meet the wants or please the taste of those afar off, but its best meaning must be for them who share the author's experiences, who live under like conditions, and who understand and appreciate not only the thoughts expressed, but the motive which inspires the utterance. A writer, for instance, whose life has been spent in Indiana trust have something to say which will interest Indianians more than others. When Mr. Benjamin S. Parker writes of "The Cabin in the Clearing," which gives its name to his new book, it is the cabin in an Indiana clearing that pictures itself to the mind of the "old settler" "backward gazing through the shadows." It is the Hoosier pioneer in whose memory tU-ms the redbird By the doorway; 4 aud for whom the breeze Tinges with the spieewood's odor And the catbird melodies." It is these same "gray pioneers", whom he hails "through the mists of passing years," and celebrates their toils and their rewards. Of them he sings: "You fouud a wilderness of inijjhiv woods. Thick set w'.th triant tree and tantled Tines, With brnsh and weed; where all the vernal floods Of drift-choked streams, o'erflowincr their confines Of bnnk and channel, filled the oozy swamps, Nrasratsd ar d vrew foul in summer heat, Brod toirid f overs, acnes, frigid cramps. Till death e as oft to darken and defeat." ' , It is not only the lines which are addressed to the early settlers that must commend themselves to the attention of those whose years are passing on. Many other verses, like the "Old Thanksgiving" and the "Song of the Imprisoned Thrush," are sweetly retrospective, and recall T ' "The mirsire f a lotns land. A land where one we trolled the song 'l is morning and the days are long.' " This poem, from which the last quotation is made, is one of the most widely-known of Mr. Parker's productions, and has attained that flattering but yet -hardly satisfactory degree of popularity which manifests itself in a, frequent reappearance in print with the author's name omitted. Now that its place in this volume gives no excuse for such errors, it may be hoped that due credit will be given hereafter. There is one peculiarity of Mr. Parker's poems which distinguishes them from the work of many modern versifiers. " They are pervaded almost without exception with a tender melancholy, of which the writer is perhaps unconscious, but which is not an unnatural result in the case of one who has taken seriously the busy-life in whose intervals the verses were produced. In spite of thia touch of sadness, bowever, and, which, by the way, is a charm rather than a fault, there is none of the gloom that so eften mars otherwise perfect poems. If doubt has entered his soul it has not found expression. It is the spirit of faith in Ood and man and not the speculations of the agnostic which is voiced azain and again in this volume. In the poem "At Forty," he regrets the delight of the youth that is past, but concludes that "Life's bitter vine is far better at forty Than necrar youth qaafT-d in its firot bouquet. For then all oar irood lay in creed, soct and party. Hut now. thank to sorrow, we cheerfully say," Whatever God places right plainly bafore u To rise with the future, or tremble and fall Tha way shall be otirs. while we lift up the ohorns, t'rom forty till death, here's good-will unto alii' " Again b&tiucs. , ' 'Kiso, O SjuI. to thte ia given Stormy hades.- ttlorious beavt n, - Swiftest joy and sharpest woe. , Flowing tears ar.d ripplin? laughter. All tha present, the hereafter Blooming from some bad of promise Mown from heaven Ion iuro; - And tbe la IJini.-, sieging seasons Give thee only sweetest reasons f. To assure thy trembling faith , That, beyond all dark disaster Love Is still the eternal master. And throagti all tbo endless agec Life is victor over death." . Space forbids further quotations, but it may be hoped that the Journal readers will make ac

quaintance with the volume and rind for themselves that which ' pleases them best. Some of these poems, among them 'The Poet's Reed," "Morton," "Mount McGregor" and "The Winter Carnival," have never appeared in print before; the greater number, however, have been given circulation in newspapers and other periodicals; while a few were published in a small volume some years ago. The book is systematically arranged according to the nature of the subjects treated, and is carefully indexed. Tbe first line of the poems are also given, thus making the volume very complete. It is for sale at the boob stores in this city, r-r may be ordered dirsctly from Mr. Parker, at Knightstown.

MINOR MENTION. The wife of Captain Black, attorney for the Anarchists, denies the story that she said that the wives of the condemned men would kill their cbiidren and then commit suioide if their husbands were executed; but she still justifies the charge that she is "a fool woman" by talking suh twaddle as this: "Wasn't it awful about poor Neebe? There is not a lawyer in this country, except Mr. Grinceil, who would be so cruel as to take a man away to the penitentiary and put him in a felon's stripes without eiving him a moment to kiss his motherless little children good-by. It was ehamef oily crntL It made my blood boil wben I read the account of it. Then, too, it waa nnjnot to take him to Jolift, just ffr spite, without giving his lawyers notice, when Mr. Grin nell knew that Captain f$lack was going to appeal the case. That kind of treatment will not do Mr. Grinnell nor anyone else any good: and, if they hang these men, do they think they will kill them for all time? D. K. Hill said to me that they should be banged because they were the brains of the movement. Do they think they can bang brains or kill an idea? Why, if thoy haog these men the workingmen of this country will take their little cuildren on Sundays and show them the graves of the Anarchists and tell them 'those men "died for us,' and they will strew the graves with flowers." Amono the thousands of people who gratified their curiosity yesterday by looking at Mrs. Cleveland not one knew how near she came to beine left behind. A Washington special says: "The President was so wrapped in thought over the immensity 6f his venture into the great unknown that wben he reached the depot to take the train he actually forgot his wife. When his carriage stopped at the ladies' entrance, he climbed out, started across the pavement, and went throueh the receptionroom and the depot without once looking behind. Mrs. Cleveland, however, helped herself out of the carriage : and walked after him. She was saved from having to crowd her own way along by Major John M. Carson, the Washington correspondent of the Philadelphia Ledger, who chanced to be by and to see the embarrassing situation. Major Caraon had escorted the President and his wife to Philadelphia on behalf of the Centennial committee. He promptly stepped out of the crowd and offered his arm to Mrs. Cleveland. She took it and together they soon reached tbe train without further mishap. Tbre she caught up with her husband and followed him into the ear. ' A theatre programme, printed in a Pennsylvania town, lately announced that Thomas Jefferson would appear as "Kip Van Winkle" on Sept. 27. If Thomas has waked np in this generation he is seeing some curious things. If be Had dropped into Indianapolis yesterday, for instance, he would hardly have recognized the royal pomp indulged in by a Democratic President as an exhibition of JeSersonian simplicity. After its characterisation of ministers of the gospel as vagabonds, Pharisees, Cheap Johns, "clerical coons" and "gospel grasshoppers," the soul of the Sentinel must have been harrowed at tbe sight of a Cleveland "non-partiuan" banner stretched from the English Hotel to a church. According to the Sentinel, tho church and its representatives have nothing in common with the Democratic party. The shifting of the transfer car, yesterday, deprived Sim Coy of the post of observation assigned to him by non-partisan admirers. We trust that this removal does not indicate a severance of the tender reiatious heretofore existing between Simoon and Colonel Johnson. The face of the Washington-street landscape was almost unrecognizable, yesterday, owing to the temporary removal of the transfer car. Rural visitors who saw this remarkable edifice in transit believed it to be a fac simile of Moan's ark on the way to the Dime Museum. "Teaks for the living and cheers for the dead," were the words of Robert Ingersoll on one memorable occasion. There were no tears shed for the living yesterday, but the loudest cheers of tbe day were brought forth by the mention of Thomas A. Hendricks's name. The mottled-gray hats of tbe Hendricks Club bad the appearance of being made out of galvanized iron. They were probably constructed from some more pliable material, however, galvanized iron hats being hardly elastic enough for so convivial an ocoasion. The Hendricks Club and the Duckworths should have provided themselves with a double 8.pply of sandwiches yesterday. There was, a season for refreshment not down on the bills. A great many people regarded the President's carriage with an anxious, hungry look, as if they thought he would scatter official commissions among the crowd. It was very quiet after 4 o'clock p. at yesterday. Indianapolis can fill up with a crowd and get rid of one in less time than any other city we know of. The cheers were few and far between; but this circumstance is easily acsoucted for. It was a nonpartisan demonstration. "The President ought to have brought his weather a!oic with him. It was delightful when he left Washington. " Amoso all the people who tried to catch the President's eye, not one held it long enough to wink at him. Men Who were not in the army are not very good at cheering. It was not cheering weather yesterday. BKEAKFAST-TABLE CHAT. The Rev. Malcolm Don si ass, D. D.. a widelyknown clergyman of the Episcopal Church, died last Sunday while he was officiating in the Episcopal Cnurch of Wareham. Mass. Miss Rose Elizabeth Cleveland, sister of President Cleveland, arrived in Xew York this week and began her new duties as teacher of American history in a young ladies' boardicgsohool near Central Park. ' Young Eddie Gould is just twenty-one. He is the best swimmer around Irvington. N. Y-, where his father's country home is situated. He frequently swims four or five miles without a rest. The Goulds are ereat people for water. The land whose yachts can run away Can fieht by sea some other dav. Hut they win s yachts sail hard in vain Will never rule the billowy main. rhiladeiphia Times. The fumigation of the 2.200 pieces of baggage of the cholera-stricken ship at Xew York is done by hancing the clothing upon lines in an air-ticht room and then burning sulphur and introducing sulphurous acid into the compartments. Vole's marble bust of David Davis has reached Chicago from Italy and will be noveiled whenever the subscribers to the fund direct. .An excellent deatn-mask taken by Volk just after the Judge's death was - the basis of the model. Western Christian Advooate: On a recent Sunday night we heard Dr. J. M. Thoburn say two things which, taken side by side, contain a volume of meaning. What he said was: "A man's wages in India are fire eents a day; there aro no strikes in India." It is said that the late Alvan Clark, the most eminent mannfacturer of telescopic lenses in the world, never saw a lens ground. . It was his business to take the lens, which others had pre

pared, and give it the exquisite finish without which it would be useless to the astronomer. In this work he had surpassing 6kill. although it is understood that his sons inherit the peculiar delicacy of 'touch essential in determining tho perfection of a lens. Harper's Bazar: Maiden (forty and romantic) I suppose it must appear very lonely to yon when all the company leave the seashore? Fisherman DreadTuI, marm. But you see it gives us a chance to rest our minds and be ready for to answer questions next year. .Mrs. Grant and her daughter. Miss Nellie Grant Sartoris. were invited by Mrs. Child s to spend Centennial week at Wootton. but the exPresident's widow, mindful of the bi-centennial crush, asked to postpone bar visit So she and Mrs. Sartoris shortly will become the guests of Mrs, Childs. . " A venturesome but unfortunate young Dakota bachelor, in an attempted olopement, succeeded in getting his sweetheart out of the bouse only to be arrested for burclary by the cruel parent when be stole back after her clothes and to be committed to jail by the justice of the peace whom he had retained to marry him. The beauty about Bill Nye (aside from the picturesqueneSs of his amble), is hisSinpretentiousness. If he ia vain at all it is over his homespun appearance. When a lady remarked at a dinner partv "I do not admire handsome men," the crratefnl air with which he extended her his band for a shake was appetizing. An officer of the Massachusetts troops at Philadelphia knew when and where he was to salute, because he was informed that a silver waterpitcher would be placed on fbe table of, the stand occupied by "the President's party. He says it was the first time he ever saluted a waterpitcher, and he will never salute another. The German Crown Prince's voice has not yet recovered its full tone, but he speaks aloud without any difficulty. When questioned about his health not long ago he replied: "Well, I am not yet able to sing, but I feel so well that I hope to be all right again in a short time." He took a six hour walk the other day, showing no traces of fatigue. The late Anne Gilchrist noted in her diary the fact that "Carlyle, meaning to say something pleasant to Mr. Browning about the 'Ring and the Book,' remarked: 'It ia a wonderful book, one of the most wonderful poems ever written. I re-read it all through all made out of an Old Bailey story, that micht have been told in ten lines, and only wants forgetting. .The trip from Chattanooga to Atlanta promises to be, in many particulars, tbe most inter-r esting of any which the President will make. The country traveled will be that containing a number of historic battlefields. Senator Joseph E. Browo, editor Grady and other prominent Georgians have arranged that these battle-fields shall be illuminated. The train will be slowed np as it passes through them in order that the

(President can take in their salient points with out stopping. Washington Special: Gen. JohnC. Fremont, his charming wife and daughter Lillie, will make their future residence here. The general has completed the second volume of his book, and the remainder of his life will be passed in quiet and repose. Though years have overtaken him, the decrepitudes of life have not, and the first candidate of the Republican party for its most exalted office still watches with the keenest interest tbe course of events. Bancroft, the historian, win continue to live here, and his face and form will again be familiar on our streets and avenues. "Ihe fire in Colonel Doggerty's wagon factory, Wednesday evening," says a Colorado paper, "was largely attended. Among the prominent society people who were present we noted Judge and Mrs. Witherspoon, Sonator and Mrs. Poirjdexter and' daughter, Governor Standi&h and Miss Van der Horck. Mrs. Senator Poindexter administered a neat and deserved rebuke to one of the firemen early in the proceedines. Steopinfr up to a Loseman, she said sharply: 'I'iay it lower down, you redheaded chump get down where the fire is! You fellers ain't expected to put out the North star!'" ' Mad King Otto, of Bavaria, has added another amusement to his usual paetiraes of making cigarettes and reading old illustrated papers. His latest craze is for peeling potatoes, and bushels and bushels of them does he deprive of their jackets every day with such economical skill that the hotel-keepers of Munich have availed tbemaelvas of the ' permission accorded them by the King's keepers to send their potatoes to bjs Majasty to be peeled. In fact had not this outlet for the King's industry been fouud, a very serious item would have been added to state expenditure, so many potatoes does he attend to in the course of a day. William E. Cramer, editor and proprietor of the Milwaukee Evening Wisconsin, is one of tbe most remarkable journalists in the country. He is blind and partially deaf, and in spite of his infirmities, does an enormous amount of newspaper work. He dictates his editorials to a secretary, who reads them to him by means of an audiphone. In this way Mr. Cramer produces from a column to three columns of matter a day. His secretary reads to him every day all the most important journals in the country. Mr. Cramer's memory is remarkable, and his mind is an encyclopaedia of facta He was an intimate friend of Horace Greeley and Thurjow Weed. He may be called the William H, Prescott of journalism. A correspondent sends to London Notes and Queries tbe following anecdote of Sir Walter Scott: "When Scott waa staying with his friend and brother-poet, Wordsworth, the frugal fare at least in the article of liquor at the Bard of Rydal'a able. did not quite suit Scott's less simple palate. He used accordingly to pay a visit to a neighboring 'pub'ic, , and have a quiet glass unbeknown, ' as Mrs. Gamp would say, to Wordsworth. One day the two poets were walking ont together, and they happened to pass thia same 'public' when the landlady was standing at the door. Directly she caught eight of Scott she exclaimed, to hia horror. 'Weel, Mr. Scott, have ye come for your morning dram?" thereby letting the cat out of the bag, and covering Seots with confusion. When Scott met Manzoni, the latter said that he owed so much to the Waverley Novels' that his I Promessi Sposi' might be considered Scott's own. To which Scott replied, 'In that case, "I Promessi Sposi" is my best novcL' " - A Case for .Judge Linch. Atlanta, Ga., Oct. L At the emphatie instance of tho enraged citizens of Home, Ga., bluft old judee lynch will convene a midnight session of his extraordinary court and -affirmatively role upon tbe priviiey e of the populace to informally "gibbet" a brutal negro named Johnson. The involuntary candidate for such a sudden disposition is a lieutenant in the Salvation Army barracks, at that place. The negro on Wednesday afternoon vitoted the residence of a man named McGinnis. in Forrestville. and succeeded in enticing McGinnis's pretty seven-year-old daughter to a clump of woods near the house. He persuaded her to accompany him on a pretext of aecuring her some pretty birds. Wben thfy got well into the woods the brute took advantage of her helplessness. Tbe child returned home later and informed her parents of her experience, and immediately a party was oreanizad to capture the negro. When the officers visited the Salvation Army barracks, to their surprise they found him kneeling on the pUtforra and praying 'alone. They permitted him to conclude his solemn entreaty and then conducted him to jail. When tbe people beard of the arrest they congregated on the principal street and loudly discussed his immediate lynching. No definite steps were taken in that direction, as the excited partv was without a leader. Tbe subjfct of banging the prisoner has aeitated the pecJJte since, and yesterday a meeting of the citizens was held at which it was decided to take the prisoner out last night in the presence of his victim and hang him? t nisr Crof in Manitoba. Winnipeg, Manitoba, OcCl. The crops in Manitoba thi3 year, according to the statistical report, exceed all estimates. The Canadian Pacific railway will be utterly inadequate to move the crop. In many sections the yield has beeii thirty-five bushels to tbo acre. The aver, age will be about thirty bushels. At this figure, on an aereaee of 432,131 acrea. the yiell will be 12,099,8(54 bushels, leaving 10.000.000 bushels available for export. The barley crop averages thirty five bushels, on an aoreage of 50.110, or about 2.000.000 bushels. The oats crop will reach 5,000.000 bushels. Twelve thousand acres of flax have been harvested, and give a net yield of 180,000 bushels. The potato crop is 2,350,000 bushels, giving 1,000.000 for export. 'Embezzling- Otticer Sentenced. New Orleans. Oct. 1. A dispatch from Baton Rouse to the Picayune says: "A motion in arrest of judgment in the ease of the State agaiqt William A. Strong, ex-Secretary of State, convicted of embezzlement of State funds, was aenieri sod the prisoner was sentenced to two years at hard labor n the penitentiary aud to a fine in the sum of $4,250, which amount was ordered to be restored to the State. Strong has a careworn expression, shewing that he has suffered greatly since his conviction."

A T1SIT TO MR. GLADSTONE

The Grand Old Man Amongst His Old Neighbors His Wife and Children. Chester, with its Anciant Flavor Its Roman Walls and Antique "Rows' Hawarden Castle and Park on a Jubilee Day. Staff Correspondence of the Indianapolis Journal. Liverpool, August, 1SS7. By mere incident, and not by design, "the best of the wine was reserved for the last of the feast," so far. as my trip in England was concerned. Leaving Scotland by way of Carlisle, the tour of the Lake district was made, with its visit to Keswick, where, in the yard of St Crossthwaite's Church, the poet Southey is bnried, and to Grasmere, tbe burial place of William Wordsworth and Hartley Ceeridg, ending with part of a day at Fnrness Abbey, the most extensive and the finest ruin, in many respects, I have seen anywhere. Then on to Manchester, and thence to Derbyshire again, where Chatsworth, the seat of the Duke of Devonshire, was .visited, and Haddon Hall, the early seat of tbe Dukes of Rutland, and tbe scene of tbe romantic elopement of Dorothy Vernon with Lord John Manners. This brought me to the last week, the concluding three days being set apart for a trip to Chester, from whence I expected to go to Liverpool and take ship. The antiquity and quaintness of Chester, are proverbial. I found them ia no wia overstated. The gable-end houses, framed and plastered, with the heavy beams elaborately carved, and generally bearing some sort of an inscription, were very curious. "God's Providence" house still stands, the legend being that it was the only house that escaped tbe great plague, wherefore the owner put on ii-s front beam, "God's Providence is mine inheritance." Bishop Loyd's Palace is another house of the same general type, but the carving on its front is extraordinarily ornate. Scripture scenes for the most part being represented by the artist. The old-time rows, or stalls, two stories in height, running in front of the business houses, are unique in Chester. There is something like them in the city of Berne, Switzerland, but in the latter the arcades are only one story high, while in Chester they are, as stated, two stories. Through them you can walk uninterruptedly for png distances in the central and business portions of tbe city. ' New architecture is made to conform to and preserve this chief characteristic and attraction of the old town. The walls of Chester are still carefully maintained, and at least three of the towers or gateways yet hold their places. As in York, the foundations of the walla go back to Roman times; the walls themselves date from the Edwards. Of course the city has greatly outgrown the walls. The larger part of it is outside tbe inolosnre, but the walls are there, and they make a pleasant and useful promenade, Walks over and around the walls are the best way to see the place, especially its historical features, including castle and Cathedral. The old Phenix tower is where Charles the First stood, and from Its window saw the Parliamentary forces defeat his' army on Row ton Moor. . The little room is full of all sorts of Roman relics, and those of Charles!s date; but it is chiefly visited in order to stand at the very place, to look through tbe very window, occupied by the unfortunate King, as he saw his last stronghold on the eve of surrender to the victorious Roundheads. Chester and its people were very loyal, and the entire neighborhood, is rich in history of the struggle that ended with he execution at WhitehalL Chester is on the Dee, not far from the "sand 3" that mark its exit into the sea, and, for all I know, tbe "old miller" may have had his home hard by. One of tbe days, or at least part ef one, I spent in an excursion up the river, about five miles, to Eaton Hall, the magnificent seat of the Duke of Westminster, the reputed richest man in England. Eaton Hall is a new place, not more than twelve or fifteen years old. It is beautiful, extensive, elaborate in all its appointments. The library, for instance, a noble room, is finished in American walnut, inlaid with mother of pearl, and the whole establishment is as rich in adornment as unlimited wealth can make it. But it is not a home, and I can't understand how even a duke eould be at all comfortable in such a place. "His Grace" is the owner of Ben D'Or, the celebrated horse, and two other gentlemen with myself made a heroic effort to see the great racer, but in vain. On nearing the stable a roan came running, with much excitement, and informed us that we were tresspassers; that that particular part of the estate his Grace- reserved for his own private use; that his Grace permitted no one to visit the stables; that his Grace was very exclusive about that, etc. Of course it was all right; and besides being an earnest believer in Free Grace, and the Duke not being that kind of Grace, evidently, I relinquished the pleasure of looking at Ban D'Or, being reasonably contented with tbe beautiful park, and with tbe restful shade of the oaks that lined the banks, of the Dee, flowing just in front, or rather in the rear, of the stately balL But Chester had for me its principal attraction in that it was but seven miles to Hawarden Castle, the residence of the Rt. Hon. W. E. Gladstone. I had greatly hoped to see and hear Mr. Gladstone in Parliament; but during the time I was in London he was suffering from a severe cold, and confined to his house and room. 1 had given up all hone of seeing or hearing him, but desired to leave England with the last day carrying with It the recollection of a visit to his home. It so happened that two days before, Mr. Gladstone had made his -last great speech on bis motion for an address to the Queen against the proclamation of the Irish National League, and had then d eparted immediately for Hawarden, so that be was at least in tbe castle wben I should visit it It was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon when I reached the park, after a drive over a not specially attractive road, making its way through two or more little coal villages, somewhat dingy and dirty, as such places cannot help being. The park is several hundred acres in extent, and is more nearly a park, instead of a garden, than any 9ther of tbe English estates I had visited. The surface of the land is broken and undulatory, almost hilly in places, while tha trees are large, heavy and numerous. Mr. Gladstone may be never so industrious a woodchopper; there is ample material for his axe and scope for his avocation on his home grounds. Hawarden has a history. It goes back many hundred years. The old castle,' the ruins of which stand not far from tbe modern residence, is more than six hundred years old. It figured conspicuously in the history of the civil wars, and was held by the Royalists for two years after tha surrender of Chester to . the Parliamentary forces. The new house is nearly one hnndred and fifty years old, the original square, castellated structure having been added to two times, the last addition baing a square block atone angle, erected by Mr. Gladstone for his library and study. The manor came into the ownership of Mr. Gladstone through his wife, the only surviving child of Sir Stephen Glynne, who died in 1374. The dwelling is surrounded by a solid brick wall, nine or ten feet bigh, which incloses handsome flower gardens in front and extensive kitchen gardens in th rear. The rear line of tbe park abuts the road upon which the village of Hawarden is sitnated, and also the church of $t Deiniol, of which Mr. Gladstone's son Stephen is rector, and wherein the Grand Old 'Man himself so frequently reads prayers. All ;the buildings are of th clay -colored sand-stone,

with which the neighborhood abound a Of eourse I went into the church, and fancied myself listening to a service in which the exPrime Minister of England was the chief participant. Whe.n we arrived at that portion of the parte surrounding tbe castle, I found two large tents erected just outside tha wall or fence, while seajed all about were scores of people, possibly as many as two or three hundred. A brass band was playing, and the thought occurred that possibly a strolling circus or company of players had penetrated into the very preclneta of Mr. Gladstone's home, and had been permitted to have a day with the peoole of the parish. I said to the driver that 1 would alight and see what was going on; upon doing which, and asking a pleasant-faced young man, who I afterward learned was one of Mr. Glad

stone's sons, was informed that it was the day upon which Mr. and Mrs. Gladstone were giving their accustomed annual fete to the poor of the parish above sixty years of age, this time the festival taking on tbe prevailing jubilee character, it being, as Mr. Gladstone called it. probably the last of the jubilee festivities in the kingdom. Being told that I should be no intruder, I gladly became an interested looker-on, and spent an hour or two at the place. England is where old people grow. A ripe old age is the rule. No where but in England would it have been possible to assemble together two hundred and eighty-three men and women above sixty years of age out of a parish so small as Hawarden, which contains less than ten thousand population. And how hale and hearty, and ruddy and cheerful tbey all seemed to be, to be snre! A fine-looking woman, who I soon learned was Mrs. Gladstone, was busy superintending the arrangements and welcoming each new arrival. In the larger tent were the tables spread for three hundred, and into this the servants were constantly. carrying great hampers and baskets of all kinds of provisions, from the generous kitchen of the castle. As the time for the dinner to be served drew nigh, hot soups aud meats and vegetables, with the national cup of tea, this time in great caldrons, came in long procession, all tbe members of the household, servants and sons and son's wives, not omitting grandchildren, eagerly joining in the work. The old people, meanwhile, rested on their benches under the shade of the great oaks, watching the busy preparations with smiling faces and no doubt expectant stomachs. Mrs. Gladstone, dressed only as Englishwomen, can and do dress, but rising superior to tbe misfortune of apparel, and with the nbiquitoos white-lace parasol-umbrella in hand, was here, there, and everywhere. How interesting it was to see her among those poor old people, shaking hands, speaking to each and all, calling them by their names, asking after the husband, or wife, or cbiidren, as the case might be, and inquiring witjh. minuteness into tbe smallest affairs of their bumble lives. In this duty, and privilege as she made it, she waa well seconded and assisted by her daughter-in-law, the rector's wife, who, I judged, was "cut out" for her position. Thus the time went on, until the chief butler told Mrs. Gladstone that everything was about ready. But where was Mr. Gladstone! Where MacGregor sits is the head of the table, and there could be no ta'ole that day without the presence of tbe Grand Old Man. I had strolled away toward the garden wall, against which a temporary pair of steps had been erected, for tha purpose of having a nearer and better view of the front of the house. Suddenly from above me, and not far away, I heard voices, and upon look ing up, saw a gentleman and lady, and with them a third person, whom I at onoe recognized, as he turned about, to be Mr. Gladstone himself. I heard the other man say: "Well, Mr. Gladstone, this is indeed a red-letter day in my life. I never expected to have you showing me about your home, in this way." Mr. Gladstone evident doesn't like taffy on a shovel, for he said, hurriedly, "I must go and see Mrs. Gladstone; and oS he started for the end of tbe wall near where I was standing, and where he met his wife with "Shall I come down, dear?" she re plying, "Yes, dear, come down now;" and before I scarcely knew it, Mrs. Gladstone was behind and Mr. Gladstone in front of me. As the latter saw me, hi lifted bis hat and advanced with extended ' band. I confess to a deal of hero worship in my nature.and William Ewart Gladstone has always held a very high place in the Pantheon of my thought I was decidedly "flabbergast," but managed to return the courteous greeting the best way I could, and at least say that . I was a stranger, and from the United States. "My dear, this gentleman is from the United States;" and a cordial smile from Mrs. Gladstone, and a courteous excuse from him that he most go and make his respects to his guests, put me at ease, and gave me time to "gather." As Mr. Gladstone appeared nearing the tent, all the old people rose and gave that peculiar "curtsy" which is not seen outside of England, ntterly inimitable, but blown in the bottle among the lower classes; while the band struck up the medley of Scotch airs, beginning with "Robin Adair," that I had before beard on Calton hill, Edinboro. I presume that particular selection was made because Mr. Gladstone is a Scottish member of Parliament, sitting for the Midlothian. After Mr. Gladstone had made tbe round of the old folk he again came near me, and a brief but pleasant conversation ensued. After telling him who I was and whence I came, he asked a number of questions about the United States, and particularly about Indiana and Indianapolis. He remembered that be bad received an address from our citizens, and accepted with a grateful word my assurance that all our people were in sympathy with him in his brave and historic struggle for the rights of man. He asked how many Irish people we had in Indiana and in Indianapolis, how they were getting along, their prospects in life, and as to their assimilation with our political institutions. The day was somewhat damp and threatening, and Mr. Gladstone was quite hoarse from the effect of his recent speech in Parliament; and, beside, I did not want to be intrusive or impertinent, and, so soon as possible, excused myself, Mr. Gladstone saying that be wonld have to speak to his friends after the dinner, which he did for nearly three-quarters of an hour, in an address that even the bitterest Tory papers were compelled to say was one of the most eloquent and Appropriate utterances tbe jubilee year had called forth. Tha band struck up a minuet, the old people arose and formed themselves in line, the servants and the household were marshaled about tha tables. Mrs. Gladstone, her face wreathed with smiles, and with the air and manner of a young maiden, took the bands of one of the oldest of the old women, who became young again for the occasion, and tbe two danced with stately step into the tent, Mr. Gladstone standing by, clapping bis hands loudly, and saying, "Good, my dear!" while all the company applauded and laughed heartily. Mr. Gladstone is abetter lookingand a younger appearing man than his photographs make him out His face is not so gaunt, and bis eyes not so cavernous as the standard pictures represent In deep study bis face may look that way; but in action be becomes nruch younger, and his featuros light up wonderfully. Be is not an old man, except in years. His hair is white and thin, and his head bald, but his eye has not lost its fire, nor bis step its elasticity, and his natural strength is unabated. He walks quickly and nervously. He ia a wholesome, hearty, sound man. He looks more like Judge Drummond than any on I can now call to mind, but tbe general impression, of his face is somewhat "lighter" than of the Judge's, if I may use such an expression for the thought He was dressed in s light pair of trousers, with dark Princs Albert coat, buttoned up closely, a

boutonniare of fresh syrineia on the lapel, standing collar and black stock, silk hat, gloves, and cane. While walking iu front of the garden" wall, with nervous, rapid stride, bis step cam in contact with a good-sized bowlder. He raised bis foot and gave it a kick that sent it whirling out of tha way, and I suggested that he wonld make a good "rusher" ia a college foot-ball elub. There are no evidences of senile gangrene either in Mr. Gladstone's big bead or big toe. ' This was my unexpected meeting with an ex Premier of Great Britain one of the twonightiest men now living, and wboee name ia of tha few, the immortal ones that were not born to die. Better a thousand times to have seen him under these circumstances, with such surroundings at bis own home, set around by old neighbors, dependents in some sense, and with his wife and children and grand-children, where, relieved from the cares of state and the grind of -politics, be was a plain, simple English gentleman, in very deed, a Grand Old Man than in hia seat of power (though . out of power) in Parliament, surrounded by dukes and lords, members and ministers, all oC whom acknowledge his , supremacy and so many of whom gladly own his sway. As I turned to drive away from the eastle, my last view was of William Ewart Gladstone standing r.s I have described, hat in hand, while the file of old men and women went by him into tha tent to partake of his gracious and graceful tbospitaiity; and I thought that he was doing more there and in that character than in even the House of Commons, or while "shaping the whispers of a throne," to brine about that new and better day, of which the Poet of the People sang, and which is graven on his statue at Dumfries: It's ooming yet. for a that, Wben man to man. the warld o'er. Shall brothers bo, for a' that." Back to Chester for another walk over Its walls, and another stroll through its "rows,'' and another day and night amid its sweet quiet, so profound that you can almost bear the echoes of ' the far-off time when Roman legionaries marched over its ancient streets, and then to Liverpool, where, upon the city of Rome, I torned my back upon the Old World, and after ten days of bad weather and rough sailing in that stanch, good ship, put my feet once more upon the soil of the land which, though not my natiye land, It yet love so well, and never better than after a visit to the Old Home. H.

ABOUT SLATE PENCILS. SomeCnformittion Which Will Be New to tbe Youth Who Use and Chew Them, rittsburar Chronicle. Tbe ordinary slate pencil used in the schooU is perhaps the cheapest article which goes to make up the outfit of a youngster attending school. The sospstone variety, in addition to being used for writingeand ciphering, 1 as not infrequently been used by pensive maidens as an article of diet, and has also sometimes been used as a weapon, offensive and defensive. Bat of the vast army of children and others who use slate pencils how many know whert and bow they are made? The only manufactory of slate pencils in the United States is located in the northwest part of the town of Castleton, Rutland eonnty, Vermont Tne stone as it comes from the quarry is first sawed into blocks from four to seven inches wide, according to tha length desired for tbe pencils. These are split quite easily with a chisel into slabs a little thicker than the finished pencils say 5 16 of an inch. These are passed through a planing machins and over an emory belt to make them fiat, srnooth and of a uniform thickness of about 3-16 of an inch. Next day they are pushed into the jaws of a "crocodile,"'. which consists of a pair of steel plates, in tbe under, one of which are six rows of enrved knives, each set so as to cut a little deepor than the one that went before it These plow out parallel grooves half way through the slab, which a man theu turns and lays on a steel plate, having ridges which just fit these grooves. This slides back under the six rows of teeth of a second crocodile laying in wait alongside, which cuts the grooves on tbe other side, and leaves the pencils side by side. Lastly, they are broken and roiled off for aa instant to point them upon an emory belt. A man can give this last touch to about 8,000 in a dav. The average daily output Is about 30,000, ana the mill gives employment to some twenty-five L hands. The old clan was to saw out square pen cils from the slab one by one. These were boxed and distributed among poor families, who whit tied them round by hand at from a quartsr t half a dollar per thousand. ; ' Two Old Ladles Kt ed. Chicago, Oct 1. A Columbul k?., special say si A terrible accident occurred on I ;e Columbus 5 Cincinnati Midland railroad )a, evenine. Aa express train.'rnnning at tbe rate of thirty-five miles Per hour, ran into a buggy which waa crossing the track at Morgan's station, about five miles from the eity. The bugey contained two aged ladies, Mrs. Susan Bell, a widow who resides in the neighborhood, and her sister-in-law, Mrs. E. W. Henderson, who resides at Salem. Is, They were on their way to visit a neighbor and were only a few rods from their destination. The buggy was torn to pieces and the two women killed instantly and thrown into

a ueiu. uuuibb were eu cuh vw piwwcs 4 neither could have been recognized by those

who were acquainted with them. Tha train men report that as soon as they discovered tho buggy on the track they made a desperate effort to give the alarm and to stop the train, but wero unable to do so. The track at this point is between two hills and the vehicle could not bo .seen until tbey were nearly upon it Cyclone in South Carolina. Chicago, Ont 1 The Times's Charlotte, N. C, special says: Citizens of Charion townohin report tbat a cyclone passed over their section Wednesday afternoon, tearing through tha clouds like a big balloon, dipping down and rising again, carrying an eddying mass of feneo rails and tree limbs in its circling path. It looked like a big black funnel, and it whirled around like a huge top. It was about one hnndred feet above the surface of the earth, but would occasionally dip down, wrench off tbo tree tops, and sweep up fences. The cyelono traveled at the rate of thirty five miles an hour and made a tremendous roar. It dipped dowa on the plantation of Mr. Alexander, tore no a number of peach and apple trees, took away tha roof of bis house, and. rising again, disappeared in the direction of Philadelphia Church. Tho skies were overcast with heavy clouds, among , which visible commotion was made as the big, black funnel-shaped mass tore its way around, them. - . . The Soldier's Choice. Chambers' Journal. General Skobeloft was working in his teat one evening near the Danube, or near a pond, wben a Turkish bomb dropped at the threshold5 of his tent The General had juat time to seo tbe sentry outside stoop down and throw tbo shall into the water. Skobeleff approached tho soldier and said: "Do you know you haro saved mv lifef "I have done mv best General," was the reply. "Very well. Which would yo rather have, the St Georce'e cross or 100 roubles'!" The sentinel hesitated a moment and then said: "What ia the value of th St. Geore-e'a cross, my General?" What do you meao? Th cross of itself is of 00 value; it may be worth 5 rubles, perhaps, but it is an honor to possess it" Well, my General," said the soldier, "if il is like that, give me 05 rubles and the Cross I St George! Tbe sentry, it should be noted, was a Jew, with a flue Semitic profile. Shotsona and the Frnlt Crop. Philadelphia lnqnrer. The failure of the peach crop is followed by a failure of the apple crop, and at least one great cause of the same can be seen by anyone who has occasion to ride a few miles into the country. The trees are festooned with cobwebs and devastated by caterpillars. - There used to be. plenty of birds in the country to keep the eaterpillars in check; but the birds have been shot by so called sportsmen, with tbo consent if not tho connivance ot the farmers, and the fruit traea suffer. . Some day. possibly, we shall be wita enough to plaee a strict taboo upon the shotgun. It is an instrument for which thia country baa no use. ' Pleasures In Store. Minneapolis Tribune. T Next to the visit of the President the excu ' tton of the Anarchists will be tha ploasantest event of the year in Chicago. The Meanest Yet New York Commercial Advertiser. The red headed girl may not be death on tha pale horse, but she i3 always mighty net It A Daring Stnteinedt New York Commercial Advertiser. There are some things that ovoa. lawyer ought to hesitate to do for money.