Rensselaer Union, Volume 8, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 August 1876 — PERSONAL AND LITERARY. [ARTICLE]

PERSONAL AND LITERARY.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson is growingold, surly and unphilosophical. | —The Brooklyn Eagle indulges in the luxury of a new word. It speaks of something as “uq-understood.” Perhaps it is the word. s —Man ton Marble, formerly proprietor of the New York World, is soon to be married, it is said; to Mrs. Lombard, a handsome and wealthy widow'. —The birth is announced of a new transitive verb, “to be suicided." The late Sultan affords a case in ]>oint; he did not commit, he was “suicided." „ —What a happy man is Bryant! like Walter Scott, appreciated and honored by his own generation—living a posthumous life and enjoying his immortality as he goes along. —George Wurater, knewn as the Lycoming giant died at the residence of his parents, In Platt Tow’nship, Pennsylvania, a few days ago. He was about twentyone years of age and tbe largest man in Northern Pennsylvania. —Gen. Custer was a pleasant companion, charming in conversation, modest as regarded his own exploits, and a man who made warm and lasting friendships. He never drank spirituous liquors-or used tobacco in any form. His literaiy qualifications were of no mean order. —The Garibaldi Guard of San Francisco, which has been in the habit of sending an annual gift of 500 francs to the distinguished soldier, has received a note from him thanking them for the 500 francs, but begging of them, he having accepted the National gift, to stop sending their annual donation. —Forney’s Fourth of July exclamation! —“ This is no common day, and we tread on no profane soil; rather let us uncover our heads and take off our sandals’ ’ —provokes unlimited merriment in Philadelphia. The man who shoujd “ uncover liis head” and “take off his sanuals” in that broiling city would be as dead as a herring in about two minutes. —The last words of Charlotte Cushman ■will not be awarded an important place in sentimental history. Her nephew had raised her, and offered a stimulating drink with the words, “Come, auntie, here is your milk punch.” She smiled, and quoted the first line of the celebrated street-car jingle: “Punch brothers, punch with care.” Then she fell into a deep sleep, from which she never awoke. The authenticity of this anecdote is unquestionable.—Chicago Tribune. —Dr. J. C. Ayer, the patent-medicine man, is now confined in Dr. Choate’s private asylum for the insane at Pleasantvillc, Westchester County,, N. Y. He has many curious fancies and freaks. One night not long ago he tied a cord about’ the neck of a sleeping attendant and attempted to hang him. More recently he escaped from the asylum and took a. pleasure jaunt to New York, but was soon overtaken and persuaded to return peaceably to the asylum. Strong hopes, are entertained of his recovery.