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BOWNESS AND WINDERMERE.
Description of the Witching Re-
gion Roundabout.
Tho Old ITomo of Harriet Martineau
and Resorts of Dr. Arnold, First
Master of Rugby, of Mrs. Ilcmeus,
Tennyson and Many Others Famous
ln English Literature.
[Special Correspondence of Scndat Union.
Copyright, 1891. J
AMBLESir-K .Eng.), May 4, 1891.
A German writer has truly said: "There
can be no guide to a lover of nature
but that love itself." No pen painter who
has ever lived or will ever live, has
limned or can ever depict in a page or a
book the beauties of tho English lake
region. There never has been printed an
adequate guide; and even were the best
one could be made provided, the traveler
who comes here to see with eyes and
heart, would sutler greater from its in
sullciency than find delight in its ex
plorations. This is truo becauso in the
first place no one with pen or brush can
produce on a single page or canvas a
single picture comprising manifold ex
pression. It would be a human impossi
bility to comprehend in any series of de
scriptions or paintings the myriad dis
tinct and giowiug scenes which the
region furnishes. And, even could this
be done, then there would still be lack
ing all those glorious promptings to
emotional enjoyment from associative in
terest, which the beholder of the actual
scene can never have interpreted to him
by another.
in many years' almost continuous
travel In Europe I have never come upon
any other placo which so satisfied in end
less variety of change and mood every
faculty of vision and mind; every pure
activity of thought and memory; every
tender capability of heart and soul. In
the nearly 0,000 square miles of the region
there is not a square foot from which can
not bo contemplated more than one sub
lime or exquisitely beautiful aspect of
nature. Your eye can nowhere sweep the
horizon line without discovering some
relic of the prehistoric or medieval past,
rife with countless wraithful suggestions
and conjectures. Every lowly homo
within the region tells of a peasantry
unique, interesting, contented and hos
pitable. Its towns and hamlets have a
nictnresqnenees all their own, yet are so
harmonious with their mountain scenery
eurroundings as to seem to be growing
out of the rocks upon which they stand.
And in all things or porsons ono sees or
meets, there is an endless and gentle re
minder of high-souled men and women
who were drawn here to become, through
the psalms of their lives and pens, the
exalted genii of this wonderland of sub
limity, beauty and peace. Everywhere is
scenic glory here. J hit the wild, sweet
undertones that tremble in every Limb
and blade of grass, that sound in every
tumbling waterfall, that are borne in
•very passing breeze, form the inexpress
ible witchery which thrill the being
where these loving genii dwell.
Take simply the few miles, perhaps I
nine, from Bowness north through Win
dermere, Ambleside and Rydal to Gras
mere, to illustrate the superhuman task
you would have in attempting to convey
to another what one sees, recalls and feels,
throughout the entire lake region. You
could make a great volume full of glori
ous paintings, winsome descriptions, ex
quisite incidents, memories almost as
comprehensive as the wide domain of
English literature, and sweet with tender
Chilosophi/.ings; and then but have
arely hinted at the majestic book of
nature and reminiscence which lies open
for the enjoyment of all who come. The
village of Bowness is one of the quaintest
and sweetest old nests in England, lt is
a dreamful maze of inextricable streets
whose houses are almost wholly covered
with roses and ivy. The east window of
its square-towered little church is one of
the oldest in England, having been taken
from that once most magnificent of all of
England's ancient monastic edifices,
Fnrneas Abbey. The place is hidden
beneath gigantic trees on the eastern !
shore ofthe queen of the English lakes,
Windermere.
Climb Brant Fell behind it. The lake,
immediately beneath to the west, stretch
ing from the lower Fumes* Fells, in
Lancashire, to Ambleside, iv Westmore
land, forms a liquid valley of blue, set
with numberless emerald islets, its
mountain shores merging into purple
depths at the far north, where grim
Helvellyn lifts its curved crest beyond
sublime isolation of mighty Helm j
Crag. The ocean blue of Morecambe
Bay glints beyond tlie puce Bands of Lan
caster to the south. E-Sthwaite and Con
iston Water glimmer among the western
fells, and Hard Knot and Coniston Old
-Man form mighty sentinels in the back
ground in tho direction of the Irish Sea.
It is a sublime spectacle. But along with
it is the ever welcome element erf soft and
tender beauty. The lower masses of
larch nearest the water's edge are like
gigantic pillows of emerald. These
neTge iv graceful lines into the more
bomber fir, which, bank on bank, and
wave on wave above roll upwards in
noble undulations, often to the very
creati of lofty mountains; while half
aeen cottages peeping from mountain
sides, gray old chapels nestling In
patches of sunlight, splendid halls and
manor-houses perched upon lower
promontories, and countless pleasurc
craft spooking the lair waters of Winder
mere, add to tho exultation of an exalting
solitude that happy consciousness of cer
tain, if isolate, nearness to man. But
whot«e pen can adequately tell the calm
which pervades these wondrous scenes?
If silence oan take on personification of
vast-tew and majesty, you will be OOU"
BCious of all that here. It has such in
tensity that one feels a sense of existing
in some Upper World from whose face
and firmament sound has been banished.
And it is so Impressive and palpable that
at times ail objects seem but the imagery
of reality; all moving things as the un
real mimicry of dreams; all persons but
the shades of men.
least as you may at nature's lavish
bond, the undertones are ever heard,
yonder by Coniston Water, gray
and scowling John Ruakln, a prisoner in
his own home, loTely Brantwood, presses
his pale face against the window-pai
and stares with strangely-lighted eyes at
condrous world without, but knows
it not. for mad phantasms possess his
darkened mind. You can see an hundred
dales and glens which Wordsworth loved
and haunted. Near Brantwood is Tent
Ige, where Lord Tennyson once Lived.
dreamed and worked. N raid
Massey wooed those pensive spirits with
•whom _t ss whnllj lived, sua iv who***
actual though impalpable preaenoe be so
undeniably believed. Then a siurdiei
lot appear. L;>t belou Bowness to the
left, S< rra Hal Ibs ... It was here that
in i 825 such giants as the statesman Can
ning, the philosopher, novelist and poet,
"Christopher North" (Professor Wilson .
the laureate of England and bard ofthe
lakes, Wordsworth, and Scotland's great
est romancer, Sir Walter Scott, met and
held high mental carnival, while disport
ing liko a bevy of schoolboys, and lermi- {
nated the illustrious occasion by a brill-I
iant regatta on Windermere in charge of
Wilson as "Admiral of the Lakes." It
would have been worth a year of ordina
ry namby-pamby Life to have aat silent
among them and listened during those
rare and radiant days.
Windermere, but a continuation of
Bowness, is modern. The London and
Northwestern railway penetrates to this
point, ln the place of Bowness, which is
now left in dreamful quiet, it has become
the southern metropolis of the region;
iust as Keswick, to which you can come !
by rail from the northeast, is the north
ern metropolis. The situation of Winder- I
mere is enchanting. It is stately in splen
did inns and surrounding country seats,
similar to the grand mansions along the
Hudson. Ths place, with its modern sus-
gestions and countless arriving and de
parting coach-loads of tourists, sinks out j
of sight beneath the giant forest trees,
when you have climbed to the summit of
Orrest Head, where the prospect is still
grander than that from Brant Fell, be
hind Bowness; for you are nearer the
head of the vale of Windermere,
where the encroaching mountain
walls are highest, and the noble lake
Itself makes tlie broadest expanses.
But near as this is to the steam whistle
and coach-horn, the undertones are even
here. From < west Head the haunts of
every poet or prose writer of the region.
save those of Coleridge and Shelley about
Keswick, are again visible. Winder
mere with its glorious foreground of
foliage is seen in its entire length. Range
alter range of Lake mountains rise be
yond it to tho west. The valley of Am
bleside lays like a half-defined glen of
purple to the north, darkening at its
edges, changing to livid irreen along the
higher ranges, the crags of Helm, Fair
field and Nab Scar forming great peaks
oi" sun-kissed splendor above. A mass of
mountain tops and misty passes lie to
wards Ullswater in the northeast. Along
the ridges, towards the Yorkshire moors,
one purple furrow shows whore was laid
the plot of--Robert Ivsmere," in Longs
leddale. Besides, here ure the woods and
waters of Elleray. No Cumbrian home
ever held a bigger frame, a greater heart
or a loftier and tenderer soul than the
mansion of Elleray. The placo is now
just as it was when it was "Christopher
North's" earthly paradise, with "several
roofs shelving away there in the luster of
loveliest lichens, each roof with its own
assortment of doves and pigeons preening
their pinions in tiie morning pleas
aunce;" and the giant sycamore, of which
Professor Wilson himself said, "not even
in the days of the Druids, could there
have been such another tree," still
shelters Elleray with its mighty arms.
But six miles to the north ofthe village
of Windermere, lies Ambleside, more
ancient, in that it was once an important
Roman station, tlian any other village of
the Lake region. Like Bowness, the
entire place is hidden in masses of foliage
and bloom. Numberless tiny mountain
streams tumble through it, and one turns
the wheel oi the quaintest and most pic
turesque old water-mill in England.
Here in a few moments' walk one comes
to the famous Stock Ghyll Force ; and to
the cast and higher still rises the huge
ridge of Wansfell, with "its visionary
majesties of light," as Wordsworth sang.
From its summit grander prospects
meet the eye than at Bowness
or Windermere. Yet wih all
the entrancing excursions among
the scenic glories hereabout, more pil
grims come to Ambleside because one
woman gave its name to the whole world.
That woman was Harriet Martineau.
"Sceptic" some called her. She held that
she had passed the boundaries of scepti
cism and dwelt in a life of absolute faith.
No one need grieve for her "views,"
when they resulted in so grand and dili
gent a life. No woman ever lived who
accomplished more actual literary labor,
or in that field did niore ior the world's
progress and humanity at large. Her old
home, "The Knoll," is not a stone's
throw from the highway, but is so imbed
ded in foliage as to be invisible from it.
Just a few steps through a massive gate
way, over a drive shadowy from laurel,
hawthorn, beeches and holly, brings you
to a sunny terrace atiime with flowers;
and then facing about the outlines of the
house are gradually traced through
masses of ivy pushing to the very eaves.
The gray old Westmoreland stone can
only here and there be seen. The large
bay-windows are half hidden by jasmine,
climbing roses and passion flowers. And
the huge chimneys and gables hint of the
houses of Elizabeth's time. The older
I villagers say that the light of Ambleside
went out when they bore Harriet Marti
neau's body to its grave in the old ceme
tery at Birmingham. But it seems to me
her good and kindly face must still be
shining there with the blossoms from
those groat bay-windows.
Just before you reached Ambleside you
could turn aside a few steps from the
highway and see Hove Nest, the
former home of Mrs. Hemans. Imme
diately opposite The Knoll, where lived
Mrs. Martineau. though hidden by the
majestic trees which line the banks ofthe
Rothav River, is another fine old mansion,
Fox Howe, where the great Dr. Arnold
passed tlie happiest hours of his life.
Then to the right ofthe highway, not a
mile from The Knoil, is Rydal Mount,
Wordsworth's home, described in the
preceding article. A little beyond, almost
at the edge of Rydal Water, haunt of the
herons, standing close against the high
way beneath the shadows of Nab Scar,
is Nab Cottage, where Hartley Coleridge
dwelt. The Grasmere Lako.'shut in by
I Fairfield, weird Dumnail Raise, and the
mighty Pikes of Eangdale, is spread be
fore yoo, and in the sweet old village of
< rrasmere you will find the former homes
of Wordsworth and DeQuinoey. aud tho
tombs of Wordsworth and Hartley Cole
ridge, in the graveyard of Grasmere
Church.
It is in this church, dedicated to Saint
Oswald, so old that British antiquarians
cannot fix its origin, that the curious and
ancient custom of "Rushbearing" has
I been continued from the mists of antiquity
to the present time. Traces of rushbear
ing may be met in some other northern
Localities. It has been revived at Amble
i side. But this is the one sacred edifice in
all Europe whero the custom has been
continuous from time immemorial. In
very ancient times rushbearing seems to
have formed a portion of the Feast of
j Dedication, and tlie processional bearing
of rushes for the renewal of floors, whoso
place they often wholly supplied, was
attended with much pomp and ceremony.
Many of tho remote early English
churches had no other floors than tho
bare earth with now and then a line of
rude Hags along the aisles; and this
church of St. Oswald's was provided with
a complete floor only as late as lsio. Up
to that time the small rushes which grow
upou the fells, provincially known as
"sieves," were gathered and brought to
the church from Langdale in carts. Tall
poles, often large holly boughs, were pro
vided for the "bear-in;:.." These, curi
ously decorated witli crosses, harps,
wreaths and frequently with paper
flower serpents twining around them,
were carried about the village, olten fol
lowed by four maidens with a flower
bordered sbect tilled with the sacred
rushes. When the rushes were all strewn
in the church, usually on Saturday after
noon, "Jimmy Dawson,** tbe fiddler of
Grove Cottage struck up a "Rnnhboaring
March" of unknown antiquity. He
1 xaded a procession forming at tiu* village
bridge. After this had threaded all the
streets and wynd> of Grasmere, it re
turned to the old church, where the war
dens, after an ancient usage, presented
caen of the bearera arithtwo-pt nee worth
of ring- v l for out ofthe churcb
collectious. The Rushbearing of Gh
men no* - on Saturday in the -
ond week of August. The proneaalun
still moving forward to the strains of
"Jimmy Dawson's Mai.h." follow. St.
Oswald's banner; and, scattering flowers
and rushes, proceeds around the entire
village. Rushbearing hymns and ■ hymn
toßkOswald are sung. ''tunes for chil
dren are provided in the rectory field.
Wrestling, "putting tbe stone," running
and leaping are indulged in by country-
Bide champions. Ruah bearing hymns are
chanted at the church gate. A choral
even song is Ming at 7 o'clock, and the
time distribution of gingerbread,
.lancing and other rural festivities are
continued until midnight.
E-DOAB L. Wakkma.n.
Ice Cream Delusions.
It is getting to be a serious thing now
adays to know ons'i ice cream by sight.
TSate Of course will reveal tin" fro/en
dainty, but it takes on, under the hands
of novelty seeking chefs, so many
dillerent disguises that it !■ frequently
very misleading. If, for instatire. a dish
of plump-looking _______roo_-__ is placed
before you. don't be sure that you me
going to cat that suculent vegetable
until you liave tried one of the light
brown buttons. They are probably ice
cream frozen in these littlo moll ls. The
English brown-bread ice cream is
conunon enough iv this country now,
but it is a novelty to liave it served
with French peas. A chef who was
more ambitious than artistic, recently
almost startled the company by sending
to the table what were apparently raw
lamb chops. The illusion was s_ portent
lhat several hesitated to attempt to eat
tbem until the hostess' fork showed their
ice eraatn nature.
THE SUNDAY UNIO-ST, SACRAMEMTO, CAL., MAY 17, 1891.-EIGHT PAGES.
MUSIC AND THE DRAMA.
Description of "Carnegie Hail,"
in New York City.
An Old Soldier Who Wants to See
"Shenandoah" — Herrmann Will
Visit Sacramento This Week—Gen
eral Notes of the Stage.
Rosalind May, the regular New York
correspondent of the Sunday Union,
writing under date of May 9th, says:
"The long-looked-for has come at last.
The Music Festival is upon us; Carnegie
Hall is opened; the anticipations of a win
ter have reached fulfillment. The inter
est of the artistic element may be taken
as a matter of course; the social element
has been flattered not only by special ar
rangements in its honor, of which more
hereafter, but by the selection of Bishop
Potter to deliver the inaugural address,
the management thus adroitly also
complimented the religious element by
the selection of a personago who stands
with one hand in the grasp of churchly
wealth and the other in tho hold of
churchly scruple. All parties are thus
made happy and the hall is a success. Oi
courso among the small circle of
the musically scientific there are
mutterings at the conductorship of so
young an aspirant as Walter Dam
roseh when Seidl is at hand, and
THEODORE THOMAS
Is allowed to depart when just within
sight of the Promised Land, since a hall
is what he has sighed for, and for the want
of which Chicago has captured him.
But with Potter-like tact, the Bishop
gave him (or his memory) a seasonable
dose of what is popularly called 'taffy,'
while so lauding the elder Damroseh as
to evoke demonstrations in favor of the
younger. Prom tho multitude they
seemed sincere and probably were so.
Nothing succeeds like success. Thus
sped on its way, the festival progresses
for the week and unites the attractions of
orchestra, chorus and such singers from
the German opera as Kilter Goebye,
Mielke, Dippel, Fischer and Reichman,
to say nothing of the noted Russian com
poser Tschaikowsky, whose works form
a notable portion of the dillerent pro
grammes. It is noteworthy, however, in
these days, when from certain quarters
* such persistent efforts are made to cry
down Italian singers, that Campauini
was given the place of honor, being the
soloist on the opening night when the
grand Te Deum, by Berliory, was ren
dered. The selection of this work has
been criticised, because a perfect rendi
tion required an answering performance
between different members placed at a
distance from one another, while the hall
necessitates a massing of all together. A
natural anxiety was felt regarding the
ACOUSTIC PROPERTIES
Of the hall when tilled with an audience,
lest sound might be caught in the high
trimmed hats of the day or remain per
! petuallv nestled in Henri Deux ruchings
or Medici collars, a faint echo of appre
hension being caused as to the absorbing
qualities of dress coats. But the archi
tect has triumphed even over fashionable
I apparel, and the echo is pronounced good.
| Not less important Is the providing of
boxes for the exhibition of plutocracy,
with boudoirs and galleries in the rear
consecrated to those only who can pay.
Such provision, indeed," is now a ne
cessity in New York, and happily the
Music Hall boxes are more tastefully
devised than those of the Metropolitan
I Opera House, which look like successive
pigeon-holes. In the former case the
upper recede from above the lower, and
are in consequence much handsomer in
themselves and far more showy when
full.
"The prevailing color of the hall is a
pale salmon, though portions are done in
white and gilt, with perhaps not suili
cient of the latter, and the stage is of the
liberal size required for large choruses.
Room is made also, of course, for a nu
merous orchestra, and on one side of the
stage is an ample and powerful organ.
The seats of the parquet, which aro done
in red, are voted very comfortable in con
struction, and the reverse of niggardly in
size, and accommodation throughout is
provided for 8,000 persons, with an al
lowance for l,oou standing.
_U-SBWH£-t-_
Summer programmes are inaugurated.
j Dr. Wolf Hopper is expected to occupy
the Broadway Theater for the warm
months; the same is expected of the new
comic opera,' Apollo, the Casino, and
Mansfield is established at the Garden
Theater. The regular company has de
j parted from the Madison Square Theater,
and nest week, at Palmer's, Rose Cogh
lau will bo succeeded by the McCaull
Opera Company, in the 'Tar and the
Tarter.'"
"SHENANDOAn."
"Does 'Shenandoah' play here next
week?" asked a scarreu veteran at tho
Metropolitan box office of Treasurer
Henry.
"Yes, sir," came the reply.
"Well, give me six seats in the cock
loft, right in front, for every night," said
the hero of the rebellion. "I'm goin' to
bring in the old woman aud the boys.
We're goin' to camp right here next
week. Me and theold woman was vis
itin' our darter once in Chicago, and she
tuk us to the theater to see -Shenandoah.'
You know I was in the battle of Cedar
Creek—me an' John. We were both in
the Sixth Corps under General Ricketts.
I enlisted more to look after John than
for any patriotism, as we lived just on
the Mason and Dixon line, and my feel
ings were neutral. John, tho big, bull
headed, open-hearted cuss, would go to
fight with the Northerners in spite of
everything that mother and I could say.
When Thornburn's Division and Groom's
I Corps were forced back during that ter
rible fire the Rebs poured in on us, I saw
I John fall right near the old roadway that
j leads to Winchester. Well, 1 forgot that
my musket was all I had to save my life,
and rushes to pick up John. Ho had
I been promoted to Cap'n, and as I carried
him along in my arms, same as I've done
many a time when he was a baby, I says:
" 'John, my boy, be ye hurt?'
" 'Old man,' says he, low and baby
like, 'drop me and go back and fight; if
ye don't we'll lose the day, I toll ye. I'm
willing to be shot a hundred times, if we
eanssnd them back to Middletown.'
"Then he commenced to rave, mad
like, until all of a sudden he spied Phil.
! Sheridan comin' down tho road like a
« tlirlu md. Then all his strength seemed
to come back to him, and he broke away
I from mo and dashed towards the Gen
. eral'a flying black.
'"Hurrah, hurrah,' he yelled. 'We'll
I win now, General: we'll win.' Then ho
fell to the ground exhausted. I ran to
him and raised his head, and said, 'John,
j mother wants you home; will you go?'
" 'I'm goin1 homo, old man,' whispered
he. 'I'm goin' to heaven, where all sol
diers go. Tell mother I'll see her there.
God bless her old heart; and you. too,
dad. We'll win the day, though, dad!
You'll see; you'll—' Then lie died. Be
was the only child mother and I had
then, and he's buried in the Shenandoah
Valley. So you can see, young man. why
this play of 'Shenandoah,' whenever it fa
played in Sacramento, will fetch me an'
ihe old lady. <iood niornin'." And
blow ing his nose with a big bandana, the
! old gentleman strolled out.
He will have a chance to see "Shenan
doah'' on Friday and Saturday evenings.
III'IIKMAXX.
An unique entertainment comes to the
Metropolitan Theater next Wednesday
evening in the shape of the eminent
prestidlgitateur, Herrmann, aided by
, Mme. Herrmann. The principal part of
Herrmann's entertainment consist:-* of
rare and all-startling phenomena to
which his own original and collective
j brain has given exercise. His work j
seemingly sols at naught all natural ■
laws. It is replete with mysticism and
I those occult deeds ordinarily ascribed to
j the redoubtable Prince ol Darkness. Yet
everything is simply done, and Herr- i
maun frankly disclaims any supernatural
•eies. The remainder of the com- i
bination is composed of a lot of excep- |
I -tonally cjerer people.
The feats of legerdermain performed by
Herrmann, the prince of conjurers, are
none of the ordinary sleight-of-hand
affairs to which the old line of theater
goers are accustomed.
"Strobeika," his latest illusion, is the
same that set New York City in trans
ports of I joy over the discovery that there
was really something new under the
sun. The poetic and allegorical illusion,
"A Slave Girl's Dream," "Florine, Child
of the Air," Abdul Khan, oriental fakir,
"New Black Art," and other mystic
novelties.
STAGE NOTES.
Nadage Doree has returned to New
York from the West.
The newest farce comedy has been
called "A Turkish Bath."
"Mr. Barnes of New York" goes to tho
California Theater on the 25th.
lsabelle Urquhart and Sylvia Gerrish
are disporting themselves in London.
Bobby Gaylor will bring his "Irish
Arab" season to a close on the 23d inst.
Scott Marble has engaged Mario Hill
forde for the leading part in "The Patrol."
In nine years the Actors' Fund has as
sisted 2,000 beneficiaries and expended
$125,000.
J. K. Grismer has secured from Will
iam A. Brady the coast rights to "The
Octoroon."
"Tho Hornet's Nest" will be done at
the Boston Globe Theater, May 18th, by
John Stetson.
Henry Miller has been engaged by
Marie Wainwright for her revival of
"Amy Robsart."
Lewis Morrison will appear at the
California Theater during the week of
July 4th, Jn "Faust."
Corinne has purchased the late Emma
Abbott's Carmen costumes; but it doesn't
follow that they fit her.
The first act of the war play that Au
gustus Pitou and Colonel Alfriend are
writing is nearly finished.
When James T. Powers leaves the Park
Theater he will appear in "A Straight
Tip" for four weeks in Chicago.
Frank Howe, Jr., severs his connec
tion with tho Philadelphia Park Theater,
May 10, to go with Rich aud Harris.
The "Power of the Press," under the
management of Gus Pitou, is booked to
open at the California Theater August Ist.
Kate Emmett, in her picturesque play,
"The Waifs of New York," follows Oliver
Byron at the Alcazar, opening on tho 19th
inst.
John Drew w rill leave the company of
j Augustin Daly next season, and will be
starred under the management of Charles
Frohman.
Emma Eames, the American singer, is
said to bo engaged to Julian Story j a
clever young painter, who has acquired
some distinction in Paris.
Pauline Hall will spend an uneventful
summer in the quiet hamlet of Philadel
phia, singing in a round of chestnut
operas at the Park Theater.
Mabel Bowman is very picturesque and
clever in Dolores, in "Across the Conti
nent." It is reported she will be the sou
brette of the Alcazar next season.
Louis Thorndyke Boucicault has been
re-engaged for next season by Charles
Frohman. She will appear in "The
Solicitor," at Herrman's Theater, New
York.
The Shenandoah Company have now
been playing two years consecutively.
Several members of the cast have
never missed a performance since Sep
tember, 18S9.
William Gillett's comedy, "All the
Comforts of Home," has nearly reached
its one hundred and fiftieth performance
at Herrmann's Theater, Xew York. "Mr.
Wilkinson's Widows," by the same au
j thor, is the greatest comedy success
which the metropolis has known for
years.
PEOPLE WHO ARE TALKED ABOUT.
An old sweetheart of John C. Calhoun
is living at the age of 81 in the home for
aged gentlewomen at Washington.
Professor F.issenweller of Geissen
claims to have discovered the bacteria
which produces baldness by destroying
the roots of the hair.
Meissonier had an abiding hatred for
Americans. Though they bought his
pictures with a generous hand and paid
excessive prices for them, his detestation
was bitter and outspoken.
Theodore Tilton lives in comparative
quiet aud obscurity in Paris, and gains a
I moderate income by literary work. He
is said to have given up all desire ior re
turning to this country to live.
Ex-King Milan of Servia is engaged to
marry a French lady whose fortune is
estimated at 5,000,000 francs. If the
French lady were as sensible as she is
j rich she would see Milan in Jericho be
fore she would knarry him.
Weakness rather than strength has
i always seemed to be most prominent In
tlie character of Prince Ferdinand of
Bulgaria. Just now his esthetic mind Is
said to be feeding on the vanities of per
sonal adornment, his silk gowns, lace
shirts and diamonds being only portions
of the gaudy costumes with which he is
dazzling the Sofia public.
The new manager of the Grand Opera
in Paris is M. Bertrand, who has directed
the Varieties for more than twenty
years. Judic, Chaumont, Heilbron, and
Grantor are among the performers whom
lie has introduced to a Parisian audience.
Some doubt is expressed as to whether
his past experience is the best training
possible for his new position.
To the fleet of beautiful steam yachts
owned by wealthy New Yorkers is now
added the Corsair, built for J. Pierpont
Morgan, the banker, and launched in
Philadelphia Thursday. She is 288 teet
long. She will rank with the Nourmahal,
Atlanta and Alva, respectively owned by
Bennett, Gould and one of the Vandef
bilts.
King Otto of Bavaria was -Hi years old
last week. A cablegram from Berlin
says that tho frequent rumors of the
King's death are founded ou nothing
more serious than the intervals of stupor
to which his Majesty is subject. The
coma lasts from ten to twenty-four hours,
during which the patient is totally un
conscious and presents every appearance
of death.
Apropos of Phillips Brooks and his
elevation to the episcopate, says the New
York Sun, it may bo worth while to re
call the witticism perpetrated at the great
Bostonian's expense by Henry Flanders,
upon the occasion some years ago when
Dr. Brooks was under consideration for a
bishopric. "Who Is Phillips Brooks?"
asked an innocent Philadelphian. "Oh,"
said Flanders, "he's an Episcopalian
with leanings toward Christianity.'*
Secretary Foster's wife is described as
a sweet and gracious woman, with wavy
gray hair and an intelligent and hand
some face. She has a lovely family and
their home life has always been particu
larly delightful. The Secretary's family
consists of two daughters, both excep
tionally handsqme girls, and fully equal
to tho demands of any society. Their
beauty Is in striking contrast, one being
a blonde, the other a brunette.
The young Emperor of Germany now
has no less than threo thrones. One is
I the old-fashioned affair of the days of the
King of Prussia, another was furnished
for the occasion ofthe Princess Victoria's
I wedding, and now a third appears, to be
gaedonly when his majesty appears as
j supremo head of the united German
j Empire. This last one is erected in the
whits hall ofthe < ierinan Sehloss, and its
I canopy is of yd low silk and gold brocade,
into which the imperial eagle is beauti
j fully woven.
I it is announced by the Paris Temps
that the King of Greece is about toestao
! lish a national subsidized theater al
, Athens on the same lines as tho Theater j
I raiicais. The Greek Minister in Paris has
applied to M. Jules Claretie for informa
tion on the subject, and the administra-,
tion ofthe Comedie Prancslse has already !
responded to the appeal. The collection
ol decrees and regulations is a most inter
esting one, and extends over two hun
dred years. It Includes the famous de-!
cree of Moscow, aud the latest document
is the order prohibiting the pcrformam
of 'l hermidor."
I The expected attempt at revolution in
Paris on May Ist was not made. The
Republic, indeed, is too old and too well
established to he in any danger of over
throw from within except perhaps in the
.. oi a masstrom foreign war.
IN RELIGION'S REALM.
Expressions from the Various
Religious Newspapers.
The Religious Thought of the Day as
Expressed ln the Sectarian Press-
Some Matters of Interest to Both
Ministers and Laymen.
According to tho Jewish Messenger, the
Rev. Dr. Cuyler tells the story of a little
boy, the son of good Presbyterian
parents, who was asked the question in
the Catechism, what is the chief end of
man ? and he answered it, "Man's chief
end is to glorify God and annoy Him
forever." There are too many men, says
Dr. Cuyler, who act as if that were their
chief end.
The Congrepationalist says: "The Bap
tist Teacher, in its treatment of the first
Sunday-school lesson on Jonah, says: 'If
it had pleased God so to order, it would
have been entirely possible even for an
oyster to swallow Jonah—quite as easy as
for Jonah to havo swallowed an oyster.'
If it had pleased God so to order, it would
havo beeu entirely possible for Him to
have made an oyster a Sunday-school
teacher; and it would hardly have been
more remarkable than that one who
could write such nonsenso as the com
ment quoted should bo chosen for that
position. But tho oyster, if allowed to
follow his natural instincts, would have
kept his mouth closed."
Unity (Chicago) says: "Liberal ortho
doxy has more than caught up with Con
servative Unitarianism, for while reach
ing tho same intellectual conclusions, it
has kept its own spiritual zeal and con
viction. We speak without rancor, but
deliberately, when we say that modern
thought has no longer place, either logic
ally or historically, for that phase of re
ligious belief known as old-fashioned
Unitarianism, that which stands only for
a milder sort of dogma. The only Uni
tarianism now of any worth to thinking
minds is that which plants itself firmly
and unreservedly on tho principle of
reason in religion, and on the moral con
sciousness of man."
Tho Watchman (Bapt.) says: "When
the matter of tariff revision was under
discussion before Congress and through
the country a few years ago, it was claim
ed that the tariff should be revised by its
friends. We cau but think, now that
Biblical criticism has come to the front in
theological discussions, that tho Bible
should be criticised by its friends. We do
not rely greatly upon the critical pro
cesses or results of scholars who do not
revere and love tho Bible as a divine rev
elation. This is not saying that we dis
trust those who do not*assume d priori
that tho Bible is a divine book; but it is
saying that wo distrust the criticism of
those to whoso spiritual perception the
Bible does commend itself as from God."
Tho Northwestern Presbyterian says:
"Less Latin and more Hebrew would
make a good watchword for our Christian
colleges. In the middle ages ______ was
the ecclesiastical language in which
everything was written, and a knowledge
of it was indispensable. But now
nothing is written m Latin, and tho orig
inal authorities of the tirst importance,
outside of patristic and mediaeval theol
ogy or history, can be studied in English.
Hebrew and Greek aro tho two original
languages of the Bible. They ought to
have a loading place in the curricula of
Christian colleges. Until they have, tho
church will be at the mercy of literary
criticism, becauso she is so unfamiliar
with the original Bible."
To this adds The church at Home and
Abroad: "More Hebrew, certainly, say
we—that is, if you mean more thorough
knowledge of Hebrew, but are you sure
of getting that by joining intho cry of
less Latin ?
"4I don't know what my boy will ever
do with Latin,' said Sheriff A. to Princi
pal W.
"Tho experienced teacher's reply was:
'It is not for what the boy will do with
tho Latin that I wish him to study it: it
is for what the Latin will do to the boy.'
"We suspect that, for a good while to
come, the best Hebrew scholars in our
theological seminaries will be found to
have been the best Latin and Greek
scholars in college."
On the question of "recognizing" tho
ordination of a former Congregational
minister who had como into the Baptist
Church, the Examiner (Bapt.) says:
"Baptists hold that men should first be
lieve, then be baptized, and so become
members of Christ's Church. A man
who has fulfilled these conditions, and
has shown fitness for the work, may be
ordained to the ministry by prayer and
the laying on oi" hands. Evidently a
man who has never been baptized, and
who has been ordained by unbaptized
men, has never been ordained in the
strict sense of the word. Baptists can no
more recognize such an ordination than
they can recognizo sprinkling as baptism.
Baptist churches refuse to recognize
sprinkling; to be consistent they should
refuse to recognizo these imperfect ordi
nations. It Is no reply to this argument to
allege that Baptists do recognize such or
dinations when they speak of the Rev.
Phillips Brooks and the Bey. John Hall.
The use of common titles of courtesy
does not imply approval of the ecclesias
tical usages underlying tnem.
"It is a curious fact that the only eccle
siastical act of a Pedobaptist church that
is ever recognized by Baptists is this of
ordination. We never heard of moro
than one Baptist church that would re
ceive letters of dismission from Pedo
baptist churches, and that one has al
ways been considered several degrees re
moved from a soundly orthodox Baptist
church. If a Congregational church does
not administer valid baptism, cannot give
its members valid letters of dismission,
how can it confer a valid ordination?"
The Interior says: "In his recent very
able article Professor Green says: 'The
denial of inerrancy in the minima of
Scripture, in trivialites which are of no
account and neither disparage the truth
ful ness of the narrative, nor in any way
affect its doctrinal statements, is" com
pared by Pr. Charles Hodge (Systematic
Theology, vol. i., p. 170) to the detection
of a peck of sandstone here and there in
the marble of the Parthenon. If this
were all, it need create no uneasiness.
But if under cover of admitting errors
"in the circumstantials and not in the
essentials," "in the human sotting, not in
tho precious jewel itself" (Inaug. p. 35),
all the discrepancies and contradictions
and historical ihaccuracies are to be im
ported Into the Bible which some Biblical
critics profess to find thero, we seriously
demur.'
"The Interior may be permitted to
make a cautionary remark here, to the
effed that though of necessity there are
circumstantials in tho Scripture, there
are no 'trivialities.' The fact that Paul
forgot his old cloak at Troas is a circum
stantial; his sending for it to wrap his
shivering limbs in the Roman prison for
the few days remaining till his martyr
dom, was also a circumstantial, but
neither was a triviality, though some
theologians, intent upon the weightier
matters of the law, might so regard it.
1 am ready to be offered,' he said, 'and the
time of my departure is come. I have
fought the good fight, I have finished the
coarse. I have kept the faith ; henceforth
is laid up for me the crown of righteous
ness.' Then he adds some directions,
among which are: 'The cloak that I left
at Troas with Carpus bring with thee
when thou comcst.' Tlie Interior holds
that it was true that Paul left his cloak at
Troas, and that he left it with Carpus—
that there is no errancy here, and that it
is not a 'triviality' in tho language of
Professor ("reen, but a part of history. It
shows us, by one of those incidental side
lights, which are so characteristic of God's
Word, that tho greatest and grandest
character in history, excepting only our
Lord, was in the last days of his life
shivering in a Roman prison, and need
ing the old cloak which he left at Troas
to protect his aged form from the cold.
The Intel ior raises the question whether
there is any gravel in the marble of tho
Partheuon. We have lately examined
one after anothor of the alleged gravel
spots with the lens, only to find tiiat so
far from being nodules of gravel, they are
colorations characteristic of the stone,
and which add both to its significance
and to its beauty. Tho Interior lavs it
down as a canon that God could not in
spire 'trivialities which are of BO account, 1
and that it is not proper thus to speak of
any part ofthe Word of God."
THE OLD AND NEW SOUTH.
A Bit of Romance "With a Historical
Background.
I saw a curious bit in the drama of life
the other day, and it seemed to stand out
the more effectively for having, small as
it was, a certain historical background.
I was taking a modest chop in a little
Sixth avenue restaurant. Tho waiters
were negroes, and from the time I went
in I had looked at the head waiter with
interest. He was an elderly man, with
the patient, subdued, gentle courtesy
that told a story of "befo' de wall," and
that affected tho character of the very
wrinkles in his ancient, well-brushed
dress coat. He established, or rather he
showed willingness to establish relations
of an ideally intimate character with the
patrons of the place, utterly servant-like.
and yet prepared to note your tastes and
cater to them with the devotiou oi friend
ship.
When I was half" through my meal two
young women with tho air of ladies en
tered and sat down near me. 1 could not
help overhearing their talk, quiet as it
was, and it soon appeared that they be
longed to that ever-increasing army of
girl bachelors that have taken the town.
They were students at the ait league.
The old head waiter stood near by;
then ho came and changed the glass of
celery for a fresher one. Then oue of the
young women asked him to liave a cer
tain window lowered at the top. Be
sent some one to do it, and then said to
oneof tho girls, rearranging the tablo a
little nervously, in his soft, old voice,
"Excuse me; but I've been hoping you'd
excuse me since the first night you came
in, ifl asked you what part of the South
do you come from."
"Me?" said the girt pleasantly. "I
como from Tennessee. I suppose you
knew I was Southe'n by the wav I
talk?"
"Yes, 'm; yes, 'm," the old man said
hastily, taking the plates from the waiter
in charge, and speaking witli an odd
effect of ilurry. "My young mist'ess she
marry down in Tennessee, she was one
oh de Kentucky Prentices." li stopped
abruptly and looked at the girl, ana she
was staring at him. "She married one ob
de Tennessee Sinclairs," he added
"Why, tiiat was my mother 1"
"She was my young mist'ess," said the
old man.
The girl held out her hand to him.
"Why, my mother always loved her old
people so much," she said, the b
springing to hex eyes. "She always
wanted to know* what became of all
them after the wah, but she never could
learn much. Now—" she stopped. Tlie
whilom slave was trembling all over.
"Please tell—please teU her that Ike,
tt'eilow Ike, alius—"
The girl was looking at him steadfastly
through a mist of tears. "She's dead 1"
she said.
Tho old man leaned hard on a chair a
moment, and then the habits of a lifetime
of self-control and deference to other peo
ple's comfort came to his aid : he stalled
the workings of his wrinkled face and
took a dish from the waiter as he came
up. although his hands still shook a
little.
"I'll wait on these ladies,'' he said, and
then gave some directions abont another
pan ofthe room. He caught the proprie
tor's eye fixed rebukingly npon him;
but be stuck to that table; lie was going
to wait on these ladies if it cost him
place.
Things went on silently for some mo
ments ..nd then he-aid, as he brough
dish that had not been ordered, sotto
voice, "There's nothing here lit lor you,
missey—is ye named for your ma?" The
girl nodded.
"I thought I knowed you bythe favor,"
ho added, trying to smile his dog-like
affection upon her. aud then he took him
self off to a little distance and stood wait
ing upon their call.
1 was putting on my coat when I heard
the Southern girl, who had been very
silent, say to her friend: "I supposi
would rather never have seen me at all,
really, than to see me here like this."
And then I left, bnt I think the girl was
wrong.— New York Herald.
NEWSPAPER WAIFS.
"O, you are a very clever man." "So 1
then you have read my last book !" "Yes,
but for all that I hold to tlie opinion I be
fore had of you."
With the same linger with which she
has just dashed a tear from her eye a
woman artfully arranged a stray lock of
hair on her temple.
"You mustn't associate with chickens,"
said Mother Duck to her ducklings.
"Why not, mamma?" "Because they
are not in the swim.''
Lightning struck the residence of W.
H. Tears, of Fan Claire, WK, last v
and demolished it entirely. There will
bo Tears to shed until he can get a new
house built.
Briggs—"Poor Robinson. After his
wife died he married her dressmaker."
< iriggs— "How are they getting on?"
Briggs—"] understand that he still owes
her the money."
Teacher—"Johnny Greyneck. you are
a very bad boy, and I want you to g< >
straight home." J. G.—"l can't."
Teacher—"You can't?" J. G.—"No,
ma'am; this is Boston."
"Doctor, ifl could only teil you all the
sufferings I endure, yoa would feel pity
for me." "Ou the contrary, my dear
madam. I should envy you, for you must
havo the constitution of a bear.''
The Singular (Jiri—"My only ambition
is to write a book." The Practical Girl—
"Well, why don't you write one. then?"
The Singular Girl—"Why, if t did i
shouldn't havo any ambition left, should
I?"
Hardtack—"How aro you getting along
with your new clerk ? Is he a good man?"
Clambake —"He works like a charm. Did
you ever see a charm work?" Hardtack
—"I never did." Clambako — "Well,
that's him."
"Witness, will you tell mo who left tho
placo tirst and what happened after
wards?" "Your Honor, lirst Hans ran
Off, and then Sepperl, and then I." "And
then?" "Then? why then, wo were all
three gone."
"Do you think, Meissonier," said Corot
one day,"that Millet lias gone to heaven ?"
"No, mon Dieu, no." "And why not,
pray?" "If Millet were in heaven, the
coloring of tho skies would not so fre
quently be atrocious."
There's a young doctor up town who
will have to improve his methods or he
never will have patients enough to main
tain him. A woman came to see him
only two days ago, looking haggard and
pale. "Well," he said, "what is it?"
"I'm troubled with insomnia," sho
sighed. "What shall Ido for it?" "Sleep
it it olf, madam; sleep it off," he advised
curtly, and asked her for |2,
The late Major Barttelot was educated
at Rugby, where he is remembered as the
hero of one of" the most delightful of
schoolboy blunders. "What is the mean
ing of the word 'adage**.'" was the ques
tion which was being asked by the mas
ter. Various shots were made of the
usual wild description, when it came to
young BaHtelot, who, without hesitation,
replied, "A place to put cats into."
Every one laughed; and the master,
who was as much mystified as the
rest, called him up at tho end of the
lesson, and asked him what had put such
an idea into his head. "Well, sir," said
Barttelot, looking very much injured,
"doesn't it say in Shakespeare, 'Like the
poor cat in the adage?' "
A fad of the moment among some fad
affecting young women is to chew a
flower, or, to put it more elegantly, to
wear one between the lips. This, it may
be added, is purely a house fashion. The
most advanced belles do not "wear" the
mouth-flower in the streets. When they
are dressed, however, for an evening at
home in a silver-gray gown, with a
j bunch of pink orchids at the belt, a single
j one must be stolen to hold between The
i teeth.
CLEVER WOMEN OF AMERICA.
Barnard College and the Higher
Education of Women.
Mrs. Frank "Leslie Makes Her Thirty
first Ocean Voya^e-Hor Descrip
tion of the Parts Morgue—Mrs.
LiHIo D. lllake, Reformer.
[Special Correspondence ol the Sunday
Union. Copyright, 1891.1
New Yokk, May 12, 1891.
The higher education of women in '-,i H
country can no longer be regarded as an
experiment. The "coming woman,"
whatever she may lack, must be
bred, or at least possess attainments
wiU enable her to copo with tho woman
A. B. and A. M.
The cause of education has bee;
derfttUy stimulated in tin's vicinity since
the opening of Barnard College, or rather
tho Columbia annex :'or women. Tho
students at th need have DO .
for the future, for they are sure of their
degree after they complete the four y,
ooui.
Tlie Columbia annex is way ahead tho
Harvard annex, where the women on
mating got nothing but an unsigned
certificate, which In plain language
dd read liko this: "if Miss or
-• had been a mau she would havo
received a degree."
Barnard and Columbia have precisely
curriculum and tho same pro
ors. Sinco that young woman in Eng
land graduated in mathematics over the
ids of the senior wranglers, a certain
class of men have ceased their bumptious
claims I i hi* eriority.
The fifty-one women and twirls enrolled
oi Barnard do not appear to be lulling
themselves with the study of Greek, He
brew- and pure mathematics. Barnard
College is so named, the report says: "In
grateful recognition of ihe faith and en
v with which the lato President ofCo
lumbia had advocated granting to women
full opportunity for collegiate train
StThe college is on Madison avenue i
ty-second streot. The building is
of those thi ro\i m stone
houses which abound in that neighbor
hood. Tho college has two laboratories,
a chemical and botanical, compl
equipped for practical work.
Oneof the m iraging features
inected with the institution is the
;> inter, st which the leading dergy
. tale iv its welfare. Th.-ton nnn
religious servia in the morning is in the
of live eminent divines who
ofiered to eonu- on the days specified.
Dr. Marvin K. Vincent, of i'nion Tl
logical Seminary, comes on Mottd
Dr. Terry, of the Sonth Reformed Church,
on Tuesdays; Dr. Greer, of st. Bartholo
mews, on Wednesdays; the in
M. Sanders, of the Central Baptist
'n'li, on Thursdays; the . thur
Brooks, Chairman of the Board of Trus
tees, on Fridays,
lU' future of the college is auspi
probabilities are that larger quarters
vriil 1 r or two.
MKS. FRANK LESLIE'S OCEAJ" VOTAI
Mrs. Prank Leslie, who lefl on tho
North German-Lli mer on May
. will, if she c i his trip, haVe
igether thirty-one ocean vo\ ages.
ot all been on the Atlantic.
South America and
te islands in tho Pacific Ocean. Since
.
Europe everj summer, but when she
roaches the other side she does uot do
much traveling. Her annual holiday is
spent vibrating between 1.on.lon and
Paris, or as she terms it, "in tho heart of
civilization." .Mrs.L. ■,, liking
for uncivilized or semi-enlightened
"! don't go to Egypt," she remarked,
»use ! can't stand the -leas, which I
and in that country. These
ts annoyed me very much while 1 was
in Borne, since then L have _
from warm countries, and for tiiat matter
• countries, for I have never been to
_ia, Norway, Sweden or Denmark.
1 have made several tours through Ger
many and Switzerland, but for Che past
eight years 1 have spent my vacations in
tdon and Pans, where ' have moro
friends than i have in New York.
hough 1 have visited Paris a score
imes I never w of to the Morgue until
last sumhier. The visit was a revel I
tome. The Ingenious French have even
robbed death ot its repulsiveness by the
manner in which they exhibit the vic
tims in the famous dead-house.
"Instead of lying stretched ont on a
stone slab, the corpses are made to sit in
a chair that is a cross between a den:
chair and the invalid wheeling contriv
we see on the str<
"The place reminded n much
the Eden Musee, for the dead looked
like wax figui
"The 17; i is always open and
. y d iy crowds visit it, women bring
children and babies in their arms to
see the sights.
"i enjoyed my tour through Spain
some years ago more than any travel 1
everdxd."
Traveling in Spain must havo boon a
pleasure tor Mrs. Leslie, as she speaks
Spanish fluently. Spanish people- even
the cultivated people of Spam—rarely
speak anything savi wn language.
The Spanish aro as polite as the French,
but given to less affectation; hence, aro
more sincere. It is to boned tliat Mrs.
Loslie will enjoy herself while sho Is over
on the other side and that .--ne wili keep
far away from that dabby, perfumed, ec
centric, pretentious creature, who calls
himself the Marquis de Leuviile.
.Ml'.s. L_I_LIH DEVEREUX BLAKE AND
BLEB DEMOCRATIC PRINCIPLES.
Mrs. Lillie Devereux Blake, the cham
pion agitator of the Woman's Suffrage
tyin this state, comos of excellent
stock. Tlie best blood of England,
France and Holland courses through her
veins. But lor all that she is no "stick
ler" for blood. Her heart ever seems to
bo with the lot immon people.
Whenever occasion requires it, her
voice will be heard on then* side. This
lack of "brag" about her ancestors is
probably duo to her remarkable intelli
gence and commou sens.'. She knows,
as Thackeray so sarcastically v. rites, tliat
if some of these ancestors had received
their just deserts, "they would havo been
hanged."
Everybody believes in the blood of
men as they do in the blood ot" horses, but
tho claims and proti nsions to- "good
blood" which many ofoui so-called first
families make holders on the Idiotic
History tells us that Shakespeare, Mil
ton, George Idiot, George Washington,
Abraham Lincoln. General Grant, and
hosts of other mighty giants of litera
ture, statescraft and military tactics de
scended from the common people.
Emma Tiiappek.
*_.
Crusty Carlyle.
This story of Carly le and George
I fißan has recently been put in
tion : The latter author, whose "'
Portraits," by the way, was a -xr
ite with the young
lecturer, and is .-aid to have
fair appreciation of Geor
called one day a! Mr. Ca'
knock was responded to
himself. As Carlyle 01
stood beforo him, Gift
himself with a gnandilc
said : "I am Georg
are Mr. Carlyle, 1 sup]
lecturing about you '•
Carlyle looked a*
then, throwing '
blurted out: "W
lecture about me
door in his ia
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