Our Mexican Letter.
T < the Kililor of T.ie Times;
San Nicolas del Oro Kstado de Guerro,
Mexico, June 1, 181)7.—Our much antic
ipated, long talked o£ journey over two
mountain chains of Mexico, with its real
ad fancied dangers and hardships, is at
last an accomplished lact, and we find
ourselves safe and sound, after twelve days
of mountain cWm ing, cozily keeping
house in cloudland on the side of one of
the giants of the Sierra Madre del Sur.
That we occupied twelve days in making
the trip implies a greater distance from
the metropolis of Mexico than really ex
ists, as all the members of onr party ex
cept your correspondent and “el nino
grande,” as our son is called, had severa
times made a retold of hut live days in
transit. This last expedition being more
in the nature of a pleasure jaunt, time was
m>t an object, and we were also hampered
with imoediments in the way of baggage,
bedding, a tent, servants and many ani
We left the City of Mexico Thursday
morning, May 20th, going oy rail to Tolu
ca, a thoroughly Mexican town of consid
erable size, ten thousand feet above sea
level. Here we made a few additional
purchases for our outfit which we then
had conveyed by tramroad to San Juan de
los Huertas, where the iron road found its
termination, and where our mountain
horses were awaiting us. Our first night
was spent here, twelve thousand feet high,
close to the snowy crest of Mt. Toluca, in
a little Mexican hotel, and from here our
horseback journey began, by agreement at
five o’clock a. m, but in reality, after the
Mexican fashion of procrastination, at
two p. m.
Nothing in the way of beautiful moun
tain scenery a 1 and deliciously fresh moun
ts n air could exceed our first days expe
rience. It was the very breath of life that
filled our lungs, scented by the flower lad
en bushes and trees of the mountain for
ests, with always new and varied “vistas’
opening a panorama before ns. Our late
start was the first of a series of well-laid
plans miscarried, and night overtook us
at a wretched hamlet,Comunidad,too late
to get our tent up and therefore dependent
on the rough hospitali y of a rock sharty
with a mud floor and several millions
of fleas to the square inch. But for all its
appearance of squalor, a palatable dfsli
of chicken and potatoes was served us,
with the never failing tortiilos and frijoles
Knives and forks were supplied from our
saddle-bags, as among these people tortil
loa always take the place of these articles
of cutlery, and often serve also as plates—
so that instead of washing the dinner
dishes they are eaten at the last, as dessert.
Our pre-arranged start at five o’clock
the following morning resolved itself into
nine o'clock, so that afpr a long hard
scramble over rocky trails all day we again
failed to make our stopping place, M- son
Viego, before darkness overtook us and
once more we spent the night with the
tleas in the best room of the least forbid
ding house, in the village. As it was the
only room in the house, our hosts gave us
the best they had, drove the clvekens,
dogs and p gs out and themselves slept
under the shed.
The third day we did a vast deal of
clambering and scrambling down moun
t lin sides, throngh gorges along the rocky
b ds of streams, following alwais a trail
so indistinct, rough and precipitous as to
make the name of “f'amino del rea 1 ” (pub
lic highway) appear a ghastly joke. Bur
ro pack trains are constantly passing over
the trail, and have been for hundreds of
years. Where the rock is soft, deep fur
rows have been worn by the t ead of their
sharp hoofs, but on the hard strata and on
the stones of the creek bottoms only a no
ticeab'e smoothness of the rocks indicate
the line of travel Apparent'y no work
has been done to fashion a road except
where blasting has been necessary along a
precipitous mountain side to secure a shelf
wide enough for a Inrse’s foothold.
The danger is on these narrow ledges
wnen mountain torrents iaeve worn gul
lies across the paths, or loose stones prove
treacherous to the foot of the careful
beast. Quite as trying to the inexperien
ced rider are the extremely abrupt decliv
ities down which it seems impossible for
horse or rider to get without pitching head
long. More exciting still is it to come
suddenly in the narrow mountain path to
a huge bowlder across the way, too big for
any hotse to step over, a solid wall of rock
rising on oneside, a sheer declivity descen
ding on the other. There is not even room
for despair, or the horse, to turn rcund in
so the courageous beast under you gives
a peculiar bumping motion, throws both
fore ‘eet high in the air, fastens them
on the rock above and, with another pow
erful muscular spring, lie draws lu's hind
feat up and you aie on top, much shaken
up, holding on to the horse’s mane with
one hand with a death like grip, and to
the aperture in the rear of the saddle with
the other, it is not hard to realize that
one’s lile is in the strength, intelligence
and training of his mountain horse. I
watched the road for the bleaching bones
of man and beast that had not fared ns
well as we were dt ing, but in ail the jour
ney saw no evidences of tragedy except
one poor broken-legged burro abandoned
to <1 ie by the rocky way.
By night-fall of the third day we
had descended several thousand feet from
our highest elevation, and were happy to
find a comtortab'e Mexican hotel in Taju
pilco, the only town of any size or accom
modations in the mountains.
Had we known the misfortune that was
here to descend on us, we could not have
so enjoyed our roomy apartments, good,
clean beds and the tropical fruits with
which we gorged ourselves. '1 l.e daylight
that should have found our “arrearos”
(burro men) busily employed in loading
BY EMMA L. REED.
their animals with our freight, dawned oil
a quarrel among themselves over the
choice between the two roads that led
from Tajupilco on to Ajuchitlan. Mr.
Reed and our “major domo,” Mr, Ivens.
finally got (hem to agree to a choice, and
Mr. Reed. Haines and 1 started on in that
direction with our Mozo (servant) for
guide, the pack agreeing to make Amat
apee by nightfa'l.
Amatapec as its ending signifies, is on a
peak, and we did nearly ten hours climb
ing to rear'll it by 6un-down. Here we
fonnd an Indian village that evidently
looked with suspicion on the strange faces
of foreigners, and when, drooping witli
fatigue on the backs of our exhausted
horses, we asked for accommoda’ions, we
were met with a laconic “no hay comas”
(no beds) no bay comi la ” (no food) “no
hay pastura” (uo corn for the iiorses) “no
hay nada” (there is nothing for you )
The doorway was full of dusky faces
looking at us impassively. 1 slipped down
from the saddle and approached the wo
man of the iiouse saying in an appealing
voice. "X am very tired, senora.” imme
diately she responded, “enter, senorita ”
Her husband followed us in, seated me on
the boards that formed their bed, (there
were no chairs) and put a straw mat un
der my feet while his wife was bringing
me a cup of water. Then began great
preparations for our comfo.t, all hands
The horses were cared for, neither my
husband nor son being allowed to assist.
As soon as the pot could boil, coffee and
sweetbread were served us, chickens were
killed, lortillos made and with frijoles
formed a ravishing supper for tired moun
At nine o'clock we no longer continued
to expect our pack train, and without bed
ding of any kind we prepared to get
through tlie night as best we could. One
of the rough board beds was spread with
a straw mat and the only covering of the
house, two wool zerapliies, was given to
me, while my husband and son shivered
until morning, under their waterproof
I wished to divide the zerapliies but our
hosts would not permit me, ‘lt is a poor
house for the senora. but we are ioor,”
they said in their simple way. They were
entertaining the first American woman
tliev had ever sen, and they appeared to
divine that I had not been used to sleep
ing on rough boards. At ten o’clock the
next morning our anxious gaze over the
mountain was gladdened by the sight of a
horseman driving a pack mule laden with
our mattresses and blankets. But he was
the messenger of the bad news from our
manager that the arrearos had after all
gone by the other route to Ajuchitlan.
Mr. Ivens had declined to allow them to
carry our freight an 1 was waiting at Ta
jutiilco until he could obtain other ani
mals to transport it when he would follow
us as quickly as possible.
We then took leave of our hosts, the
wife embracing me warmly, to my con
sternation, and the husband happy in the
po session of more Mexican dollars than
he had probably seen for some time. We
failed to reach a village that night and
stopped in an Indian bamboo hut on the
side of a barranca. In this lonely hut on
the mountain side where we had only a
bamboo shed for shelter, we were given a
royal suppsr of chicken, egge and toasted
eni on,-which we ate by moonlight, sit
ti gon the edge of the horses feed trough.
A rai -storm came up in the night and
sprinkled us libera ly, but fatigue and
sleep conquered the elements and by sun
up we were on our rocky way through the
bed of a stream w ose sides were overhung
with dowering foliage alive with beauti
ful singing birds.
The second day from this a-d our sev
enth day in the sidd e, found us entering
the valley of the Balsas r.ver. ii the heat
of the tropi is, pushing our way through
dry thorn trees a’d ugly cactus to the old
Spanish city of Ajuchitlan, at the base of
tlie Sierra Madre del Sur.
Emma L. Reed.
IS JUST AS CGOD FOR ADULTS.
WARRANTED. PRICE 50 cts.
Galatia, Ills., Nov. IC, 1893.
?aris Mcdfclno Co M St.,Louis, Mo.
Gentlemen: -Wo sold last year, COO bottles of
OHOVK’S TASTKI.I'SS CHIU, TONIC :m<r havo
bought three (truss already this year. In nil oar ex*
perienee f 14 years, in the ilrug biisihess. have
never sold an artiele that gave such universal satis,
faction as yuur Tunic. Yours truly,
AhN tV (JAitK &CO.
THE TIMES: BRUNSWICK, GA., SUNDAY MORNING. JULY 4, 1397.
i)UR NEW YORK LETTER.
the Invasion of the New Woman- Chari
table Baroness de Hirsch and Her
Work In the Me^opolis.
[Special Correspond nee.]
Tlie uew woman is getting there
with both feet, so to speak, and in this
city at least she seems to be determined
to invade every field of business and
pleasure in which the brute, man, has
so far labored under the delusion that
he held full sway. Mrs. Ledyard Ste
vens, who is prominent in the upper so
cial circles of New York, has made one
of the most daring inroads upon man’s
assumed prerogatives by starting a place
Where the members of the gentler sex
may get their shoes shined in the most
approved fashion and without undergo
ing the annoyance of being stared at by
thousands of pairs of eyes, as would be
the case were the operation to be per
formed in the public streets.
Mrs. Stevens, who vws Miss Eliza
beth Winthrop White, daughter of Dr.
Octavius White and Elizabeth Chanler,
calls her new veuturo “a bureau of so
cial requirements,” adding one more to
the novel business ventures of society
Other Work of the Bureau.
She offers to supply ideas and origi
nal designs for entertainments; to su
perintend entertainments on established
lines, relieving the hostess of all weari
ness and anxiety; to manage and order
luncheons, teas, receptions and other
social affairs; to supply means or rec
ipes; to give information on social
matters where any knotty point is vex
ing the uninitiated; to take charge of
madam’s visiting book; to keep the
household accounts, do the marketing
or supply a visiting or resident house
keeper; to give suggestions and help in
matters of dress, home decoration and
shopping; to plan and buy mourning
for those in sorrow; to help parents
with advice as to schools or charities;
to take charge of settling or unsettling
the house in fall or spring; to care for
lamps and silver, and to supply ladies
and children with a pleasant place to
have their boots polished.
In all of these departments of useful
ness Mrs. Stevens has had her experi
ence, even in the last, for before start
ing in business she took practical les
sons in bootblacking from a profession
al, although she does not by any means
intend to ply the brush herself.
In this wide range of departments
Mrs. Stevens feels that her bureau can
not fail to prove a boon to many people.
The opening days promised well, for
there was a steady run of business.
The pretty “bureau” surroundings
would tempt a caller to stay and chat
and watch the little bootblack, and the
coziness of the whole atmosphere would
almost lead to confidential chats.
Charitable Baroness de Hirsch.
Great as was the reputation of the
late Baron de Hirsch for lavish philan
thropy, it would appear that that of his
estimable widow is destined to take
rank alongside his as the continuer and
completer of many plans for charity
which were cherished by the dead mul
timillionaire. Her recent contribution
of $500,000 for the establishment of a
home for working girls in this city, to
say nothing of other liberal donations
to enterprises already in existence,
seems to amply bear out that theory. It
is currently reported here that this lady
will shortly communicate a plan to the
proper authorities of New York beside
which all previous charitable schemes
will pale into insiguifiance. It is said
that this will not be done, however,
until Greater New York shall have be
come a reality.
With reference to the home for work
ing girls, there has been little delay
and the announcement has just been
made that the site has already been se
lected. Five lots have been purchased
in Sixty-third street, between Second
and Third avenues. The building is to
be of brick and stone, five stories high.
The total cost is to be $200,000, whioh
will leave a fund of $300,000 for main
tenance. The institution will have room
for 100 persons. The inmates are to be
provided with a good home free of ex
pense, and are to have the advantages
of mental, moral and industrial train
ing. It is expected that the building
will be ready for occupancy early next
Mrs. Sarah Strauss has been elected
president of the board of directors. Mrs.
Lizette Sterne is vice president and
Mrs. Florence C. Sutro secretary and
treasurer. The other members of the
board are Mrs. Gabrielle Greeley Clen
denin, daughter of Horace Greeley; Mrs.
Rose Abraham, Mrs. Emma Wasserman,
Miss Jennie Ickelheimer, Mrs. Freda
Warburg, Mrs. Sarah Goldman, Miss
Irene Kohn and Edmund E. Wise.
Cost of Swell New York Dinners.
Some idea may be formed of the cost
of a reasonably “swell” dinner in New
York city by tlie amount of the judg
ment for which Louis Sherry, a caterer,
recently entered judgment against Dr.
Bisseli. The sum in question was
Sherry, through his attorney, alleged
that on Aug. 6, 1896, he was engaged
by the doctor to furnish a banquet for
20 persons, which was served by him
at the Horace White college at Elberou,
N. Y., and the items footed up to
The doctor denies ordering the din
ner, and there is some contention that
it was a dinner to the directors of the
New York and Westchester waterworks,
and that a note signed by Duncan F.
Cameron, its treasurer, was given for
it, but the doctor was sued because
Sherry claims it was he who ordered it.
The doctor put in no defense, and the
judgment was taken by default.
The following items are mentioned
in Mr. Sherry’s claim: Twenty dinners,
$240; 10 boutonnieres, 10 corsages and
flowers for tables, $76; music and ex
penses 10 musicians, $149; 86 quarts
champagne, $144; 50 quarts mineral
water, S2O; 50 perfectos, $12.60; 50
paucelos, $lO. Joseph Russell.
HARD TO PLEASE.
There recently occurred near Tooting
an interesting incident which painful
ly illustrated the difficulty of pleasing
a woman. It should be mentioned that
the woman in question, who was young
and pretty, was also very wet, and ev
erybody knows that a wet woman is far
more exacting and captious than a dry
woman. Still, inasmuch as this partic
ulur young woman was excessively hard
to please when she was thoroughly dry,
it may be assumed that her wetness did
not make any material change in her
Among her lovers are two who have
hitherto been popularly regarded as the
leaders of the field and on whom the
local betting has been very nearly even.
One of these two—Mr. Scott—is a
young man of the most gentle and ami
able disposition, whose constant effort
is to please his lady love. The things
that young man has fought her, the
times that he has taken her to ride, and
the money that he has lavished in flow
ers for her benefit could not be com
puted without a large consumption of
chalk. In point of moral character he
has seldom been equaled and never ex
celled and is especially conspicuous for
his extreme and delicate modesty.
Mr. Dobbs, his rival, is in all respects
his exact opposite. Mr. Dobbs is addict
ed to horse racing and other wicked
ways, and he has never been known to
put himself to the slightest inconven
ience or expense in order to gratify the
young lady whom he professes to ad
mire. On Mondav, Wednesday and Fri
day evenings—the other evenings of
the week being pre-empted by Mr.
Scott—he is accustomed to call on Miss
Wilson—which,by the way, is the young
lady’s name—and sit for an hour, with
his chair tipped bacL against the wall,
discussing politics with old Mr. Wil
In almost every other locality the
betting would have been heavily in fa
vor of Mr. Scott, but the people of Toot
ing, knowing Mr. Dobbs’ character,
and being persuaded that when he un
dertakes to do anything the chances are
that he will do it at any cost, were
rather inclined to' back Mr. Dobbs. In
fact, for the last six months the betting
has several times been 10 to 9 on Dobbs,
and on one occasion, when he bought a
new pistol on Wednesday morning, so
hopeful did his marriage prospects seem
to his backers that they offered 8 to 6
on him, with few takers.
It was often remarked that Mr. Scott
lacked energy and that when Mr.
Dobbs was entirely ready to marry the
girl he would kill Mr. Scott, pitch old
Mr. Wilson out of the window and
carry off his bride to the nearest church.
Then Miss Wilson took part in a pic
nio excursion, and Messrs. Dobbs and
Scott, of course, were also of the party.
The entire company, including, say, 80
persons of assorted sexes, were lounging
after dinner on the bank of the stream,
when Miss Wilson suddenly felt a de
sire to walk out on a log that projected
into the water. Mr. Scott implored her
not to do it, and Mr. Dobbs, tem
porarily removing his pipe from his
mouth, remarked, “You’ll get pretty
wet if you try it. ”
Nevertheless, the willful beauty per
sisted iu her purpose. She had nearly
reached the end of tlie log when it
turned under her, and, with a sharp
shriek she fell headforemost into the
stream. The water was about 4>£ feet
deep, with a bottom of soft mud, and
into this latter the head of the unfortu
nate young lady penetrated some dis
tance. Being thus anchored, as it were,
her feet waved wildly above the surface
and mutely begged for help.
It was an awfully impressive scene,
and most of the ladies who were pres
ent said that though no one could call
them prudish, they must say that Miss
Wilson’s conduct was shameful.
Mr. Scott and Mr. Dobbs simultane
ously rushed to the rescue. The former
first reached Miss Wilson’s feet, but in
stead of seizing them and pulling her
out stood as though wrapped in pro
found thought. Iu another moment Mr.
Dobbs was at his side and would have
caught the nearest of the waving feet
had not Mr. Scott laid his hand on his
arm and begged him to reflect.
“It will be,” said Mr. Scott, “to the
last degree indelicate to pull her out by
the feet, and I am sure she would not
like it. At any rate, let us ask the gen
tlemen to withdraw and then leave the
ladies to extricate our poet friend.”
To this Mr. Dobbs simply made a
monosyllabic and theological reply and
promptly hauled Miss Wilson out.
When that young lady had been some
what repaired, her first act was to slap
Mr. Dobbs’ face and tell him that he
was a brute and a coward to insult her
by pulling her out by the feet. Mr. Scott,
eager to improve the opportunity, has
tened to remark that he had warned Mr.
Dobbs not to do it and had himself re
frained from touching her feet. Anoth
er slap and a demand to know if he was
really fool enough to be willing to let
her drown was the reply which aston
ished Mr. Scott, after which Miss Wil
son burst into tears and called her fa
ther to take her home.
Now, hero was a young lady who was
angry with one man because he had
pulled her out of the water and with
another because he had not done so. To
please such a girl was manifestly an
impossibility. Mr. Scott, at all,events,
gave up the attempt aud left town that
very afternoon, without saying goodby
to Mr. Dobbs, who was waiting at a
street crossing to wish him farewell
with a meat ax.
A week later Miss Wilson married
Mr. Dobbs, aud although it has never
been learned that lie lias done anything
whatever to please her there is reason
to believe that she is very well recon
ciled to her lot.—Pearson’s Weekly.
Blind In Europe.
Naltkenhoff of Geneva says there are
811,000 blind persons in Europe, mostly
from fevers, aud that 75 per cent would
have kept their sight had they been
True Stories of a Little Princess—A Fable
of Summer Time When and
Why Thirteen Is Twelve.
The celebration of Queen Victoria’s
jubilee has brought out many interest
ing items about her life as a child, and
it seems rather surprising to hear that
among the duties most carefully im
pressed upon the future queen of Eng
land and empress of India were regular
and punctual habits, unfailing courtesy
to those of lower station, the necessity
of always finishing one thing before she
commenced another, and the observance
of a strict rule that she must never over
run her allowance.
Perhaps you may not have heard the
story that once when she was making
purchases at a seaside shop she saw
something that she very much wanted
as a present for one of her cousins. Her
money had all been spent, and so she
asked the shopkeeper to put it by for her
until quarter day. He, of course, would
have sent it home at once, but this
would have teen breaking rules, so it
was duly put by. But the first morning
after receiving her allowance the prin
cess and her donkey were round at that
shop door soon after 7 o’clock.
Another thing she was taught was to
be generous and charitable, but only in
so far as this was just. And on one oc
casion, when she had just pr based
something which she wanted very much,
on coming out of the shop she saw an
old soldier evidently deserving of char
ity. She had spent all her money and
had nothing to give him, but in the
emergency ran back to the shopkeeper
and asked him if he would kindly take
back the article and return the money.
This he did, and the whole amount was
bestowed on the wornout soldier, much
to his joy. Many anecdotes could be
given showing the kind heart of the
child who was destined one day to oc
cupy so great a position.
Of course, visits were occasionally
paid to the houses of some of the Eng
lish noblemen, and here the princess
seems to have had a merry time with
the youthful members of these houses.
Once she was on a visit to Wentworth,
and running out in the garden one
morning soon after 7 she was admiring
the flowers and making friends with
Starting to run down a grassy slope,
wet with the morning dew, an old
gardener called out to her, “Take care,
missy—it’s slape” (slippery).
“What’s slape?” said the princess.
Before the words were out of her mouth
she measured her length on the grass.
“That’s slape,” dryly said the gar
dener. “You'll know another time,
A Fable of Summer Time.
A brown and golden bee was buzzing
merrily amid a bed of red and white
and blue hyacinths, getting honey from
each blossom and as happy as the day
“Dear me! I wish you would leave
me alone,” said a beautiful white dou
ble hyacinth pettishly, for she was
drowsy and only just awaking. “You
make such a humming and you tickle
me so. ”
“It is high time you were awake and
opened your blossoms wider,” laughed
the bee, “and then I could get your
honey out better. ”
“But,” said the hyacinth, opening
her flowers quite wide, of which the
bee immediately took advantage, “what
right have you to come and steal my
honey when I am hardly awake and as
bright dewdrops are sparkling upon
me? It is extremely rude to disturb a
lady like this. And of what use is my
houey to you?” .
“I didn’t mean to disturb yon,” said
tho bee gently. “You see, I get up so
early myself. Your boney is of great
use to me, and to men and women too.
You were not sent into the world to
keep all your gifts to yourself.”
“Hem!” said the hyacinth. “I don’t
know. Plenty of men and women do.”
“Yes, I know that,” said tho bee.
“ ‘Dogs in the manger’ are not scarce,
but they won’t make others happy,
and they cannot be happy themselves.
If we have good gifts bestowed on us,
it is that we may share them with oth
ers ami not keep them ail to ourselves. ”
When and Why Thirteen Is Twelve.
Everybody knows that 13 is called a
“baker’s dozen,” but liow came the
phrase into existence? Well, it seems
that once upon a time the baker used to
give for nothing to the retail dealer
who sold tho bread a thirteenth loaf
with every 12 loaves that were ordered.
How this custom grew up it is hard to
tell, except it was to help the shopkeep
er to earn his living a trifle easier and
to encourage him to take more bread.
One explanation has it that the custom
dates from the time when heavy penal
ties were inflicted for short weight, and
that the thirteenth loaf was thrown in
to make sure the weight was right, but
this is perhaps doubtful, for there is a
like custom in tho publishing trade, in
which the bookseller usually gets an
extra copy without charge for every 12
books be buys from the publisher. In
short, we might just as well talk of 13
being a “publisher’s dozen” as a ba
Two Little Maids.
There were two little maidens named Folly and
Who were rlressod to go out, when the fog grew
That their mother, Dame Wiseacre, said,
“Oh, my dears,
We cannot go shopping unless this fog clears!”
Good Sense was content to stay in with her
(She was always much wiser than little Miss
Folly murmured and grumbled, then said with
“Stay in if you like, but I mean to go out!”
Bo out Folly trotted in spite of her mother.
She so loved her own way that she’d hear of
That the fog was so thick she soon learned to
And that mother and home and good Sense she
Yes, Follv was lost, but I've heard people say
That she s often about and in little folks' way.
But she can’t find a home! Serve her right if
For good Sense is much better. Don't you
think so luoV
PEOPLE OF THE DAY.
Lorriu A. Thurston, who had much
♦o do with drafting tho Hawaiian an
nexation treaty now before the senate,
has been an active promoter of the an
nexation scheme ever since the Kanaka
monarchy was overthrown.. At the time
of the revolution which deposed Queen
Liliuokalani, lie was one of the leading
lawyers in Honolulu and took an aotive
part in the revolt as well as in the or
tORHIX A. THURSTON.
ganization of tho Dole government. Ho
was chairman of tho committee which
tlie revolutionists sent to Washington
and was premier of the first revolution
ary cabinet in 1888. Ho was also sent
as minister to the United States until
returned as persona non grata by Secre
tary Gresham. Mr. Thurston was born
iu Hawaii and his parents were Ameri
can missionaries. Three years ago he
married Harriet W. Porter of St. Jo
seph, Mich., whom he met in San Fran
Minister to Spain.
General Stewart L. Woodford, who
as minister to Spain will have his offi
cial Madrid for the next
few years, is a man who a dozen years
ago was very prominent in public life,
but who of late has been more engrossed
by his extensive business int'-ests. In
1876 General Woodford was a candidate
for the vice presidential nomination.
Ho received 66 votes in tho convention,
GENERAL STEWART L. WOODFORD.
but withdrew in favor of Wheeler. Gen
eral Stewart was born in New York
city 63 years ago. He was educated at
Columbia college and was a rising
young lawyer when tho campaign of
1860 opened. He was a delegate to tho
national Republican convention which
nominated Lincoln. In 1862 he entered
the Union army as a captain, and after
brilliant service resigned his commis
sion in 1865, coming out a colonel with
a brevet of brigadier general. In 1866
110 was elected ' lieutenant governor of
New York state and was afterward an
unsuccessful candidate for governor.
He served one term in congress and
held several important offices. He has
been a successful lawyer for many years
and has made a comfortable fortune.
Bishop Cheney’s Revolt.
Bishop Cheney of Chicago, who has
lately attracted considerable attention
by resigning from the general council
of the Reformed Episcopal church
because that body voted against the
wearing of white surplices in the pul
pit, is one of tho most distinguished di-
vines in the west, lie has been the pas
tor of a prominent Chicago church for
37 years and has a wide reputation as
an eloquent pulpit orator. As Bishop
Cheney has a number of followers who
aro bound to wear tho white surplice or
none at all, this incident indicates a
split in the church. Tho bishop is quito
equal to leading such a movement, for
ho was one of those who were the lead
ers in tho revolt of 1878, when the Re
formed Episcopal church was founded.
Bishop Cheney was born in Canandai
gua, N. Y., in 188(i and lias been in tho
ministry for 40 years.
“Doctor,” asked the seeker after
knowledge of the clergyman, ‘‘why do
people get on their knees .to pray in
stead of standing?”
‘‘They want to save their soles,” re
plied the clever minister. —Harlem Life.
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