Terre Haute Weekly Gazette, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 August 1884 — Page 9
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BEFOEE THE WORLD!
Portraits of Ken Famous in Politic*
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Literature and Art.
Wm. B. Gladstone) William D*nlel lame* Itn»»e!l Lowell, Wurat Hal* stead, John S. Kounta, Parke
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WILLIAM E. GLADSTONE.
f''.i inland's groat premier at the age of 78 it witdoubt a marvel, and may prove a I- to posterity. You cannot realise the
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through a study of hits interminable uii8, books, pamphlets, letters and post-
'v~ .... ...I *\7#\n miiflf eoA kitn in flia Anah cauls. You inustsee him in the flesh. There, #n office, site the First Lord of the Treasury .* and leader of the House of Commons,
stretched out with his legs straight before ," him and his toes turned up to the glass ceiling. His hands he listlessly crosses over "his lap. His head droops over his right
Shoulder. His face is pallid. The corners ^of his mouth droop as if in pain. His scant -V gray hair clings like a fringe of floss about :, the base of his great skull. His eyes are *4. closed. The powerful features, touched with a tinge of sweetness and overworn with half a century of politics, mutely engender pity.' His ill fitting clothes
Ihang loosely about his figure, always ^lighte and active in motion. So,'seeming as if flaccid from want of sleep, *r«t I holies in wait. Then the lax figure sits bolt
V' upright, chin in the air, and hands clasping V, •, his knees. All traces of fatigue pass away lYU48 the
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,s^ ygray, '"est with anger upon the enemy. The 1 s- nostrils dilate, the lips—still close—work impatiently, the body leans forward. In a r,* moment Mr. Gladstone is upon his feet, and his late antagonist said of him, "inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity," .!^5''Vj2he opens the* floodgates of his oratory, and ,4| deluges the Commons with superb eloquence. jThe timbre of his voice is delightful, gliding, .1.. ^mellow, dropping to the soft sound of winu-
1:,. ., -stirred reeds bythe river, rising to the full 4 voiume of the storm at sea. In the beat and &, passion of debate Mr. Gladstone does not revi^^^speet persons, but rends friends and foes alike. In his eyes it is a sin to differ from his opinion, even though his enemies thoughts
Swore his own of the previous day, and when from time to time the groat leader changes his mind he does so from honest conviction,
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then he sees his old friends in the light of a company of blind fools.
Prohibition Candidate i«»r the VlcePresldency.
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WILLIAM DANIEL. .:
r/Daniel is known throughout $ie country as "Maryland's little giant," on account, of the amount of work he has accomplished since 1853 for the temperance cause, and he so small in stature. He is a native of Maryland is 58 years old has been a member of the state legislature and senate, and president of the temperance alliance of t*at state since its organization in 1872. He' was a trustee of Dickinson college ten years, and ig now its treasurer. He was temporary chairman of the Prohibition convention at Pittsburg, which nominated him for the vice-presidency.
The Designer of the Largest litatue of Modern limes..
bartholdl
It is to the genius of M. Bartholdi as well IfB to the friendly feeling of the French people that we owe the magnificent present of the statue of "Liberty Enlightening the World." M. Bartholdi has overoome engineering as well {Aartistic difficulties in the oonatruotion of this gigantic work, which wiQ no. 01^. der it a lasting monument to his eoergy and jS? enthusiasm.
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The Editor of the Cincinnati C01 merelal.
MORAT HALSTEAD.
"How does this portiait strike you as a IlKeness I" Mr. Halstead was asked, when shown a proof of the accompanying cut. 1 should say it was the best ever mtuie," he said and yet it does not do Mr. Halstead justice, he Is one of the finest lookin.: man in the country. Five feet eleven and a haif inches tall, powerfully built, with a big head, uud a big heart, and a big voice, with a kindly manner, he is not a man that would pass without attracting attention anywhere. Hi has recently started an evening penuy paper in New York city, and is there at present giving it his whole attention, and for a man fifty-five years old it is an excellent mark of his ability to undertake such an enterprise, besides managing the Cincinnati Commercial. But beside his capacity as a manager his ability as an editor is equalled by few. As a writer he is brilliant, fluent and inclined to see the humorous side of things, yet he can be powerful and strike a heavy, savage blow and make the fight a hard one, liut that done, he is through. He is nota good hater, and is soon over it, forgetting it all and bearing uo malice. He is as big and generous as lie looks. He has been often known to help poor devils in the newspaper line out of a scraps. At the time of the Chicago fire his generosity was exhibited in a special manner. He has always kept for use, -in case of accident, sufficient type distributed in coses and stored away in a bank vault. As soon as he learned that The Chicago Tribuoe oiRce was burned, he ordered a ton of this type to be put on the first express and unannounced he went with it hlinselfto Chicago, simply saying to the editor of The Tribune as he presented it, "I know you'd want it" And he never would accept payment for it Mr. Halstead is married and has several children. He is a givat lover of social life, and as an after •tinner Speaker be is peril aps unexcelled.
Our minister to England.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
A poet, essayist and diplomat, Minister Lowell belongs to the galaxy of poets who were the pride of New England during the first half of this century. He is now 65 years of age and was born at Cambridge, Mass. His first volume of poetry, "A Year's Life," appeared in 1841. Since then he has been an extremely prolific writer. From 1857 to 1862 he was the editor of The Atlantic Monthly and subsequently for nine years one of the editors of The North American Review. He has spent many years of his life traveling in Europe pro vious to his appointment as minister. C) late the cable frequently brings accounts of his failing health.
Coasmander«lnaChlef of the Orai.. Army of the Republic.
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The new coin man ier-m-chief of the Grand Array of the Republic, entered the army in bis sixteenth year as a drummer boy in the Thirty-seventh Ohio. He distinguished himself by his courage in exchanging his drum for a musket when the latter was most needed. During the assault on Briggs' line at Mission Ridge the drum corps was ordered to the rear, but young Kountz took up a musket, advanced with his regiment, and was shot while in the front line of battle, his wound necessitated the amputation oi his leg. On his return to Toledo, O., drum mer Kounta was given a place in the county treasurer's offios. He has filled faithfully many civil positions as well as posts of honor in ths G. A. R. sines.
Philadelphia Oallx It ha foolish girl wno ifUlaa^ l^er lover which ha Ukes best, beauty or br«l«* No matters which way he answers 4b» is sura to get mad.
TERR F, HAUTE INDIANA, SATURDAY, AUGUST 28. 1884.
Editor or the New York Commercial AdvertlsJh-.
PARKE GODWIN.
Mr. Godwin is now 68 years old, was born in Patterson, N. J., and graduated from Princeton, in 1834. In 1837 he began his editorial contributions to The New York Evening Post, which he continued at frequent intervals until 1881. when he sold out his interest, and took charge of The Commercial Advertiser in May, 1884. For a time his father-in-law, William Cullen Bryant and he were virtually parners in the ownership of The Post.
Mr. Godwin has long been an advocate of free trade. In 1843 he engaged witli Horace Greely in a public debate on the subject. Besides being a frequent contributor to Putuain's Magazine, Mr. Godwin has compilod several encyclopedias and translated many works from the French and German languages. He commenced in 1860 a history of Franco which is as yet incomplete. The work to which he has given his very best talent is the biography of the late William Gullen Bryant.
Author of the Winners.'*
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JOHN HAT.
John Hay- the celebrated poet and journalist, was born in 1&9, in Indiana. He accompanied President Lincoln to Washington as private secretary, and remained wit! him until his death. He also served some months in the war, attaining the rank of colonel. From 1865 to 1870 he held diplomatic positions at Paris, Vienna and Madrid successively. In 1870 he became editor of The New York Tribune from which he subsequently retired. It was his "Little Breeches," "Banty Tim," "Pike County Ballots," "Castilian Days" and other studies of life and character that have given hini national fame. He is generally credited with the authorship of the "Bread Winners."
Profanity Out of Season* [Chicago Inter-Ocean.] "Speaking of troopers swearing," put in an oflicer of Vair Clove's old division of the Army of th Cumberland, "old Gen. Fred .-neflsr, of the Seventy-ninth Indiana, illusrated the ide.i to anicety. He always mado full hand withoufruising the perspiration. He swore easily, earnestly and eloquently, season and out of season. And when Gov. Morton sent a chaplain to his regim- nt Knefier received the chaplain very cordially, and asked him to mark out his programme, and lie would see that it was carried out. "The next morning (Sunday) he ordered hr» tegiment to muster for religiouo services in front of a stand which he had haa erected the day before, and then he pio-t-uedivl in his own way to introduce the (•haplain. He informed the men that I10 proposed to stand by the chaplain: the
Miipuun vvas going to preach whenvir he ^lt so inclined, and by the Lord Llnrry t-vrry blankel man in the rejrimeut liuil to listen Ho wanted his men to show pi'0|x«i- rtjspect to the chaplain and to reunion, and if they didn't, so help him blazes if li^'liiln't send every blanked one of them to the guard house.
Th* rolonet was so good a soldi'-r that evci onn liked him. He wits in the hottest •.vork on the left at Stone Ri^ei, and lie it was that ordered a battery to the skirmish lino.at Chickarnauga,"
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He will be a Politician. [Arkansaw Traveler.] A little boy and girl playing in the yai The girl finds an apple unJer a tree, ai with an exclamation of delight, begins to bite it "Hold on," said the boy. "Throw it away. The col«Vy is comin', an' if you eat that apple you will be took sick an' you can't talk, an' the doctor will come an' give "you some bad med'eine an' then you will die."
The girf throws the apple down, and the boy, snatching it up, begins to eat it "Dont," the girl cries. "Won't it kill
AWarding to Ladle* that tFliegende Blaatter.j
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toof' "No," says the boy, munching the fruit, ••it won't kill boys. It's only aftet little girls. -Boys don't have col wy."
That youngster will be a great politician.
A Medium's mistake. [N« York Sun.]
Jf A woman at a spiritualistic seance expressed a desire to converse with the spirit of her departed husband, Mr. John Smith.
After several unsuccessful attempts, the marl inn reluctantly announced that she was unable to summon the spirit of John Smith. "Perhaps," suggested the bereaved widow, "oonsiderin' that John wasn't alien very particular about things be did when on thi* airth, you've been try in' the wrong plac&r
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Black Jim's Bank Fall urem^ [Bill Nye.] Apropos of recent bank failures, I want ta tell this one on James S. Kelley, commonly called "Black Jim." He failed himsulf aii.uy in the fifties, and by a big struggle had made out to pay everybody but Lo R?i i"tlett, to whom he was indebted in the sum of $18. He got this money finally, and as Li wasn't in town Black Jim put it in 1 bank, the name of which has long a^o sunk intc oblivion, in fact, it began the oblivion, business about forty-eight hours after Jim. had put his funds in there.
Meeting Loon the street, Jimsaid: "Your money is up in the Wild Cat bank, Lo. I'll give you a chock for it-" "No u^e, old man she's gone up." "No!" "Yes, she's a total wreck."
Jim went over to the president's room He knocked as easy as he could, considering that his breath was coming so hard. "Wlio\s there?" "It's Jim Kelley—Black Jim—and I'm it something of a hurry." "Well, i'111 very busy, Mr. Kelley. Com* again this afternoon." "That will be too remote. 1 am very busy myself. Now is the accepted time Will you opon the door or shall I open it#" 1
Well, Pm here to get $18."
The president opened it because it was a good door and he wanted to preserve it Black *Jim turned the key in the door as the president sat down. "What do you want of mef' said the president "I wanted to see you about a certificate of deposit I've got here on your bank for eighteen dollars." "We can't pay it Everything is gone." "Well, I am here to get' $18 or to leave you looking like a giblet pie. Eighteen dollars will relieve you of this mental strain, but if you do not put up I will paper this wall with your classic features and ruin the carpet with what remains."
The president hesitated a moment Then he took a roll out of his boot and paid Jim $18. "You will not mention this on the street, of course," said the president. "No," said Jim, "not till I get there."
When the crowd got back, however, the president had fled, and he has remained fled ever since. The longer he remained away and thought it over, the more he became attached to Canada and the more of a confirmed and incurable fugitive he became.
I saw Black Jim last evening, and he said he had parsed through two bank failures, but had always realized on his certificates of deposit. One cashier told Jim that he was the homeliest man that ever looked through the window of a busted bank. He said Kelley looked like a man who ate bank cashiers on toast and directors raw with a slice of lemon on top.
In Wall Street After the Earthquake [Daily Graphic:]
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Mr. Sage (in coal slide): "Is it all over? Is it completely over, kind sir!" Mr. Maud S. Vanderbilt: "Why, Russell, come out, come out that is only the crop* cracking the earth. It's a big boom."
Waterbury American: A truly wester* way of putting it is that of The Cleveland Pran, when it says that "grasshoppers an becoming so bold in their numerical strengtl in Carroll county, that they now
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Ta a Giddy Tens| Thine. [Puck.] Fair one, in whose ayes the light of hope and youth and joy I sea, you ask what I think of female suffrage, and you desire to know how it works is the far west where it has been tried. 1 answer that it works all right enough, but it doesn't tear up the political greensward and purify the ballot as you might think it would. If you will come here, however, and sit near me, and look up into my deep, earnest violet eyes, while the other people are engaged in discussing our young man ana our boy, while the threat
world, too, has its eye on everything else exile hat who is to be the mother of future congressmen, it will be a good time for me' to bius in your pinkest ear.
cept the gentle gazelle with the tail pointed
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Female suffrage isn't what we need *0 raide the price of wheat so much as some other things. In this land of the brave and home of the free, ine own native land, if you please, each name represents the labors, the trials and victories of a lifetime.
America permits every child born under the star spangled banner—long may it wave —to begin the work of making himself or herself, as the case may be, something or nothing. Is not that true, Ethel If Blood and lineage high don't count much here, Ethel. I'd rathor have good, vigorous plebeian blood in America, Ethel, than to have royal blood with trichinsea. in it With a pure heart and a liver that will not shirk any responsibility, we may accomplirh much. So it is not, after ail, the pedigree or the prerogative which is to make Rome bowl, fair mni.1.
There are men in this great land, Btbel, who swing their hats and howl and get drunk, and vote, who do not know so much all their lives as you forget when you are asleep. So it's not a question of qualification, you see, but—let us step into this conservatory a moment while I inurmur into your ear a thought which came to me several years ago. Which would you prefer, Ethel, to run the government, or to ma the man who runs the government
To run the man who runs thegovemuient, I see by the tell-tale color that comes and goes in your cheek, and by the manner in which you struggle to swallow your fan, that you twig.
Mind you, I do not say that the object of a joyous being like yourself should be to marry a man and run him but I say this without fear of successful contradiction, that the overwhelming percentage of my own sex enters, the marriage state during life. Continuing the argument from this premise, I am led to say, and still without fear of successful contradiction, that in each case where I have looked up the data, I have found that these men have married one of your sex
This leads me to say that while marriage may not be an object toward which we should struggle, it is a condition'of things which is certainly alarmingly prevalent
And that is why I Bay that female suffrage need not rack your gentle mind. Let that job out Be the natural, noble, unreasonable, irresistible, hilarious, tearful, comfortable, sunny package of strawberry-and-cream contradictions that you are now, only try to be sensible and useful, and you will be solid with the masses, Ethel, you will be Bolid with the masses. 80 live that when thy summons comes to join the matrimonial caravan that moves toward the connubial goal thou go not like the half paid hired man, bugging potatoes, but, sustained and soothed by common sense, approach thy doom like one who wraps the cellar door about him and lies down to pleasant dreams. Bill. Nye.
A Contract Job. [Lifa
"Look-a-bere. Bow, if yer want a good shine yer've got ter keep my blackin' wet— or 1 wont take the job."
The impressive Boston Mind. [Daily Graphic.] A little boy asked his father the other dy after some Boston visitors bad left "if Boaton people were born grown up."
Baltimore Day: It is said that Bartholdf 1 statue of liberty was modeled after hii mother. It will be nctioed, by examining the pictures of the statue, that Mrs. bartholdi ussd to hold the shingle in her left
A Tragedy In Three A«ts. [Life.]
Act 1. the Proposal.
Act 1L—Rejected.
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ACT III.
Pelt Relieved. [Wall Street Fews.]
"Yes, I was cleaned out on the produce exchange," he said, as he sat with his legs swinging off the depot platform. "And now?"
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"Well, I'm running forty acres of land back here—half in onions and half in turnips." "And how do you feelf "Greatly relieved. It's a terrible burden off my mind not to have to shiVer and sweat over the grasshoppers eating up the wheat in Kansas, the floods drowning out the corn in Illinois and Missouri, and the oats^jp the Ohio valley being knocked into the iniddle of last month by a frost" •'And your onions and turnips?" "Nothing to worry about—nothing at alL If there's too much rain for the onions it's boss for the turnips, and if it's too cold for turnips it makes twenty acres of onions give all over. Great relief, gentlemen, great relief."
Instead of Bartholdl'e ''liberty.'' [Puck.]
Let the atiove design be adopter! for the statue in New York harbor, and thero will be no trouble in raising monay for the pedestal.
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The trouble is that, the campaign so-jg does not bring out our best talent It is the same with the woodcut of the candidate Campaign portraits are generally engraved on basswood with a double-barrel shotgun. It is an impromptu affair. So is the campaign song. Sidney Lanier and Baron Tennyson do not write campaign songs. Neither does the sweet singer of Michigan. Only the high board fence poet ever writes campaign songs that are sung to the tune of John Brown's remains lie mouldering in the grave, while bis soul is in the act of marching on. Very few writers of campaign songs ever din a natural death. They generally die mysteriously and suddenly, with some other man's boots on.
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New York Sun.
"I should think you would be asham«*J of yourself to fight with a little boy half your •jUj" said a lady on the street "Do I look ershamedf asked the boyi "No, you do not" "Is eidder uv me eyes black!"
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"No." «Eny bites onter me noser "Certainly not" "Is meears chawed? Is der rayfead down me neck? Is me coat torn, or me su*ponders busted offf" "No." "Well, I hain't got nnthin' ter b# p»hamad ef. Ef I should fight wid a fegf|g#ir bay *n me I might have cause tar be