Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 July 1879 — THE PRESERVED CIRCUIT. [ARTICLE]

THE PRESERVED CIRCUIT.

How Kngllah Notables ake an Airing in the I’m k. A» rotten How in ho called from having been well luid o it with decayed urn-bark, HO the ca| rriuge drive qf inacadaini/.e<i and ce Denied surface, being well kept up, in Bailed “the Preserved circuit.” 'I hia i i really the show jKirt of the Park. The -e is lady Diana, who has done her “hi ninter and winter in Norway” with a graceful pen, and now waves her w hip majestically over prancing ponies, j Silie appears as lovely in the Park as in Frith’s picture or “The Royal Marriage.” . And here emues, under the shadd of their crimson parasols, now so bluAiingiy plentiful, in a stream of cari iugis of every style, the British ladles | and matrons, thicker than black lArries iu June. Carriages and crests—if you are up in vehicles And heraldry-|teli a good deal, though the oecuprid" may apj>ear dilapidated. Livery tlat is louil Is not always a type of the gjarvenu. All of it has a history, loug add short; though 1 am free to confess solae modern livery, like you see in s'ew York and elsewhere- is very tryii g to one’s readings of ‘retainers’gart i and servants suits.” Of late, howev sr, the best bred people make the least ieraonstratious in carriage and flunk y finery. The gisid and the quiet is 1 he thing, however much .some pe »ple may like Niagara Falls . and A esuvius noise. There is the Marquis of Bute; how quiet lie coilies alonij in his wellbalanced, substaiitiallj and lightlymade carriage. And “1 hey say”—tliat powerful unknown aut tority—that he is leaning towards a Gi leek or a Russlon church. What fekrful bosh! A few moons ago I met (the Marquis at the Bromptou Oratory. g He sat oil one side of Cardinal Manniiig and the Duke of Norfolk on the otljer, with Lord liipon near by. Aftei luncheon the assembled parly sauntered into the garden, and the topic, fcf. Phillip’s Day came up. I had the opportunity then to hear the Marquis of IBute deny the atrocious fictions about pis faith. But the “World,” the flesh add the other fellow keep renewing them. That is “society journalism.” I,And behold Prince Alexander of BJttenburg, who lias just come here and to-night to visit the Queen at Ffcil moral. He looks kindly enough, as far as kings go nowadays. I have lieseribod him already, and «e quid nin|is, And this is he Crown Prince of .Sweden iu simple style of phaeton and pair. Ami see the almond-eyed WooyeSio, the Japanese Minister, who before, leaving for America, en route homel takes a ride with his aid, Tomita Tetsnoke. lint here come the turkey-gobblers, who have made a million or more in selling eggs. Gracious! What fatted calves the pair of flunkies display. Wliat solidity and haui-like jj gravity the coachmau carries. Mrs. 3 'F. G. seats herself in a hatching stylo, worthy of a “leader of societv” for the;“ White Hall Review,” which her deai T. G. owns, and is addled with. In turning out of theT. Gobblers there is more cackling, screeching aud noise than i all the carriages of her Majesty’s stables. Here comes a mau of money aud malt He is big in shirt-sleeve buttons as large as door-plates; loud in clothes and bad English; yet he draws Jfroin grain $500,000 yearly, aud eau übt recall the name of his graudfather-Mf he had one. Listen to him in the House of Commons on the hereditary titles bill, and you would fancy, only for his language, that he had a liuealj-descent to submit of all the Barclays aqd. Perkinses! Witness those prarieing horses aud that open carriage so g4y, with occupant so smiling. I saw the empty vehicle, closed and crawlitig but an hoar or two ago, in the fuueral cortege of Baron de Bunsen. The tauademoiselle so smiling at this time pas forgetten the financial supporter of her nation. Of all the going, a fashionable funeral, with only the hearse and a few family coaclies carrying some sort of human uaoure, is the greatest sham I know of. Tpe idea of sending the empty grief, and the empty carriage to typify it, is too gnonstrous for this age' of common sense and decency. It is a fearful this funeral folly.

Here comes the “diamond beauty” of England, so well known ftij' the love of these daily decreasing^n value gems. She has "sent her ageiiit to Paris to buy any of the diamonds ahy jewelry of the late Queen Christina*of Spain he may elect during the pr»**ent sale at the auction mart or Drout. The Marchioness of Ormonde, the 1 * daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Westminster, is herself a brilliant social gem, though in the airing of life. That sad yet self-satisfledflooking man in a close carriage i-> Dr. Pusey. He lias just been writing a lesson on the English Church and ta'kiug to the Qxfordonians. He describes the “Church Union” as first attracting him. because he regarded it as a defensive society. Now he calls it an organized fierce attacker carrying on a war of extermination. He say# to attack ritual will not make him less sure to win. He avows loyalty and dutifulness to his church, and trustrtin her for the belief that the apostlefe fully and faithfully carried the lainp of truth and gave to their appointed successors, who will ever carry itto the end. His belief is oneness inf belief with them, the persecuted. He de-

f plores the present battlefield and strike about externals, hiding thereby the great internal and real issues. He says those who are so hot "against ritual rites are really hot agairistthe truth of the sacraments which that ritual is intended to symbolize. Opponents grasp only at the externals. The attack upon ritual is founded upon a decision which, if it were true, would most seriously compromise, the Church of Euglaud. I need hardly say the hot ones are now incandescent. ; . That very ordinary naan in a little open pony-shay is the chief of the “Odd Fellows” here. He is using his efforts to make English and American lodges reciprocate visits of members, ami will succeed. Here is the man of affairs of the coming International Literary Congress—ML Douglas Jermid. He is liopelul of a large gathering of men of brains who wish free trade on one side and a protective l tariff on the other, in Written, original ideas —those very rarie things. We shall see and say mofe of this Congress. i That modest-looking carriage and j»air contains the subject of general observation, Sarah Bernhardt, who is viewing London by daylight and is sure to write a book on what she sees. I need not describe her lithe, nervous form and expressive, faifJewish face attain iiv the sun. Betide her is a compeer of the military 4editor, M. St. Genest, of the Paris Fighro. Hear what St. Genest says of his country but two days ago, when reviewing the army of France as it now is, in ts lack of spirit and organization, min is an influence or patriotism: “There is no flag left; only a stick w ith a bit of rag and a number. There is no j costume; only an uniform dress with a special num-

her. There are no regiments; only agglomerations of men, when men join without pride andleaverwithout regret. There are no more epaulets or iiatons,” etc. Mr. Genest, an able ex-officer, seems to weep over tailoring and upholstery of his country's army, and lie argues, per force, that the soldier has no incentive to fight bravely, if at all. This army editor of the Figaro, though experienced and bearing a brave record, pictures the present French troops as anything but warriors, simply on account of their costumes and their courage, manifested in dodging the bullets. Well, I must beg to differ with him. I have seen some of the finest army material the world ever produced fight gallantly iu rags, without flag or “fuss and feathers.” And, too,' I have seen some of the bravest men dixlge as they heard the wabbling rumble oi shell aud whizzing whistle of bullet tell with fatal thud on companions near by, and those “barefooted boys in gray” have stamped a glorious record for soldiering that no one can gainsay and all men must generously admire.—[Loudon Correspondence of the Baltimore Sun.