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AN INTERESTING INTERVIEW WITH MRS. FRANCES HODG SON BURNETT. UEU HOME LIFE AND PERSONAL PEAEANCE. AP- How a Poor Tennessee Giil became a Famous Authoress I he Origin of "That Lass o' LowrieV The Hero of "Lord Fauntleroy' Her Methods of Writing, etc. Special correspondence of the Hold Leaf. -New York, Jane 10, 1887. The thousands of readers who have enjoyed the wonderfully clever tale of "That Lass o' Lowries," and more re cently that beautiful child's story "Lit tle Lord Fountleroy, have been des tined to know but little regarding the personality of their author. Although one of the most popular of our women writers, her name is seldom encoun tered in the newspapers, save in a re view of one of her books. She has persistently refused to give the public anv idea of her methods of work or a history of her interesting literary career, Many staff correspondents and report- . literary productions ana on many oc ers of leading dailies have endeavored casions, to tease me, would pretend to to see Mrs. Burnett, but in every in- have found my manuscripts, and would stance have failed. I have heard of quote most ridiculous things which her read many sketches about her tjcrson, have often severely criticised her works in my literary reviews, yet, had never had the good fortune ol , cpcinnr Vir in nersnn. While in Washington recently, learning accidentally that Mrs. Bur nett was at her home in K. street, I sent in my card. After waiting a brief time -the rustling of a lady's gar ments were heard on the stairs, and soon Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett stood in the doorway. In appearance the famous author is about five feet two inches in height, fair complexion, wavy brown hair, with a most percep tible auburn tint which Tetian loved to picture ; violet blue eyes, expressive and beautiful ; a flexible, tender mouth, and a well formed counterance. She is intellectual and interesting, rather than beautiful. When excited, her face is strikinclv handsome, because V-- lilt. UVI I"" it is expressive of so much depth cf feeling and receptivity. Those who know her well say that in general conversation she is witty and bright, and shows the reverse of the earnest, pathetic being her writings lead one to imagine her. Her hair is worn in a coil low on her head, and the front is cut short and waved loosely. She is not thin, and her hands e noticeably plump and small. She was a striking figure, as she stood before me, in a Uglu piusn uress ncmy uiua tnented about the neck and sleeves with rare lace. She seems to exhibit as much artistic taste in her dress as she does in her literary work. Accord- ing to her invitation I entered the par- lor, a veritable art emporium. The j uaintincs on the wall, the chaste statues whirh looked at me from every nook and corner: the harmonious blending of rich colors, all bespoke excellent I taste and refinement. After a few mo- ments of general conversation, I asked Mrs. Burnett if she would tell some thing about herself and htr c'art in literature. " Oh, I don't think that would in terest any one, would it ? " she laugh ingly asked. " Very much, indeed," I responded. She laughed pleasantly, and said she was born in Manchester, England, on j November 24, 1853; wi.ere the first ; fifteen years of her life were passed,! thus acquiring her knowledge of the Iancashire dialect and character. . And th is she went on : " My father lived j in a house in Islington square, the back yard ot which extended to an alley on which were the homes of the working people. Through the bars of an -iron gate, as a little girl, I used to watch the people go to and from their work. I was nine years old wheri I first saw the face of the young person I afterward idealized as 'That Lasso' Lowrie's,' working girls from the fac tory could at that time be known by a long, coarse apron, which they wore tied back to prevent their clothing from catching in machinery, and by a little shawl worn over the head. I looked from the window one day and saw a pale, handsome young girl knit tine on a cray sock pinned to her waist The children about her I noticed gave place to her and obeyed her as if she were their princess. Once after ward I saw her, when she was driven by a brutal man, with rough words and uplifted hand, into a cabin where she lived. The dignified air of the girl and her unusual self restraint I never forgot." ' Had you begun to write at this time?" " Yes, I began to write at the age of 7, and my earliest recollections are of stories that I made out in my own mind. The dramatic parts of these stories I would go over and over to myself, feeling intensely every wave of sorrow or joy of the imaginary char acter. My dolls were grand ladies and gentlemen actingouta life drama, and the arms of an old sofa in my mother's room were the horses from which many ot my doll ladies were thrown, to be gallantly rescued by the hero." " When did you come to this coun try, Mrs. Burnett?" My father died when I" was nine, and soon afterward ; my mother met with, reverses, and at the solicitation of my uncle, a wealthy manufacturer, she came to this country with her chil dren. There were five of us, two bi others and three sisters. Uncle nad agreed to take the two boys into his employ, but it was war times and he became embarrassed, and mother de cided to go on a farm near Knoxville, Tenn., where the boys could work. We grew poorer, and my sisters often urged me to send my stories to a pub lisher. I had written many and they thought them good." " And you did send them ? " " Not at once ; the question of post age was a serious one, and that had to be settled. My brothers ridiculed my they said were extracts trom a new book about to be published by Frances Hodgson. " When it was settled between my sisters and mvself that a storv was to - J be sent off, I was determined that my brothers should not know of it. One of my sisters helped me to gather wild grapes, which a little colored girl sold for us in the town, and with the money thus earned I bought stamps. I was astonished to hear such a con fession from her own lips. I could but contrast in mv mind the elegant look ing woman in her picturesque gala costume, with the young English girl who gathered wild grapes in East Ten nessee for means to buy a few postage stamos. but I onlv said : "Where did r 4 you send your first manuscript ? " " To Ballots Magazine, the editor of which wrote me a most flattering note offering to publish, but that he thought it hardly good enough to pay for, but I thought differently and asked for the return of my story." "And then?" " It went to Gotes, let me see that was in 1867 and I received a letter in reply to mine asking if it were orig inal? The question was asked, said the editor, because it was a story of English manufacturing life and came from East Tennessee. I answered that of course it was original, and then he asked me to send him another, prob ably to test the truth of my answer. They were both accepted and I receiv ed a check tor $35 for the two. This sum was quite satisfactory and seemed very large to me, I assure you. How old were you then?" I was fourteen." ! Had vou anv difficulty after that m selling manuscripts ( 'No, and I have always received liberal remuneration for my stories." 'What is your method ot writing?" " I hardly know how to answer you. I think of my story, and then 1 am eager to write it out. When I begin it is easy to tell it. I write rapidly and steadily. Usually I have written from 0 to 1 o'clock, but my ill health has caused me to be less methodical than formerly." " And which of your books do you like the best ? " "Oh, I like special characters in each of them ; perhaps I care more for Haworths,' but," she added, with a charming smile, " none of my books can ever be so dear as 'Lord Faunt- leroy,' " saying which she rose and took, a photograph from the table, which she handed me to see. It was little Lord Fauntleroy himself, her youngest son, a lovely child, whose face and dress are accurately copied in the pictuses of Lord Fauntleroy, and whose character is said to much re semble the young hero. Mrs. Burnett was married to Dr. Burnett, a young physician of Knox ville, Tenn., in 1873, and soon after ward they went abroad, wnere he studied his specialty. It is said that her writings supported them in those years. Dr. Burnett is now a success ful oculist. They have two sons. Mrs. Burnett replied in the affirmative when I asked if she intended to write a se quel to "Lord Fauntleroy," and pic ture her bov in adult life. She is de- votedly fond of her children, and seems to be a careful housewife, if one may judge by the outward signs of an orderly and charming home. "And will you remain permanently in Washington?" "This is my home" she replied sim ply, "I hope to need no further change except in summer. Mrs. Burnett looks young and is now 34 years of age. She has naturally strong constitution, but has suffered from nervous prostratioa until lately, and shows it in her delicate face, though she is not frail iryphysique ; on the contrary, she has a well rounded form. She is a fascinating and dis tinguished looking woman ; one whom one would say was fond of society and likely to be much admired in it.J No literary woman of this country has won her way to lame and eminence so rap idly as Mrs. Burnett, andu her writing faculty is not injured by ill health her best work is yet to be dne. Indeed, she says she feels that she is yet to do it, and looks forward to the time when she can give herself entirely up to her writing again. And thus, my wishes were realized. A. Roscower. ONE FACE. fHannah More Koliaus, in Inter Oean. Amid the gleam and glare of footlights bniiht One face alone beamed on my searchfnl sight: One sweet, rare, beauteous face who9 bloom Filled to repletion that vast, crowded room. I know 'tis truth that there were gathered there Much youth and grace and beauty, passing fair, But 'mid the glittering let, pale plumes and costlv lace. I saw but one, to me, exquisite face. 'Twas said, so well I played the actor's rnrt. t Ah, nie ! those words were burning in my heart. And leaped through quivering lips. with soul replete: I laid them, full of meaning, at her feet What though applr.ve rang out both long and loud, Mv only true reward, as low I bowed. Was her glad face with proud, approving smile: That did indeed my reeling sense beguile. The flowers they showered npon me pros trate lay. Till I bethought me that another day, I'd bring them all to her whose presence fair The inspiration gave to call them there. Oh, lovely face ! where soul all beauty lends. What wonder that my heart none else com mends; In all thw wide, wide world, where'er I'll Ro. There 13 for me but one such face. I know. And if I were in heaven, and she were there Among that multitude of beings fair, In all that radiant, hea veil-perfected race, There'd be for nie but one angelic face. Home. f Edna (Kan.) Enterprise.J Home! what a hallowed name! How full of enchantment is that word and oh! how dear to the heart ! Home! It is the magic circle within which the spirit finds rest and refuge and love. It is the sacred asylum to which the care-worn heart retreats to find ret from the toils and inquietudes of life. Ask the lone wanderer as he plods his tedious way, bent with the weight of age, and white with the frosts of years, ask him what is home. He will tell you that it is a gretn spot in memory, an oasis in the desert, a centre about which the fondest recollections of his grief-oppressed heart cling with all the tenacity of youth's first love. It was once a glorious and happy reality, but now it rests only as an image on the mind. Home ! the name touches the soul and strikes every chord of the human heart, as it were, with angelic fingers. Nothing but death can break its spell. What tender associations are linked with this fond name of home. What i pleasing images and deep emotions it awakens! It calls up the fondest memories of life and opens in our nature the purest, deepest, richest flow of happy thoughts and feelings. Next to religion the most ineradicable and deepest sentiment of the human heart and soul is the love of home. Every heart vibrates at the sound of the name. It binds up with a golden chain, a spell, which neither time nor change can break. The darkest vil- lians which have disgraced humanity cannot neutralize it. Gray-haired and demon guilt will make its dismal eel the sacred urn of tears, wept over the memories of home, and these wil sometime soften and melt into tears of penitence even hearts of adamant Ask the little child what is home. You will find that it is all the world to him He knows no other. The father's love the mother's kiss, the sister's embrace the brother s welcome, cast around home a halo of heavenly joy and peace and happiness, which makes it as at tractive as the home of angels. Home is the spot where the child pours ou all his complaints and is tne grave o all his sorrows. Childhood has- its sorrows and its griefs, but home is the place where these are soothed and bmished by the soft lullaby of a fond mother s voice. vas Paradise an abode of purity and peace ? or will the New Eden above be one of unmingled beautitude? Does not the love home even touch our religious belief Do we not call God our father, JeSus Christ our brother, and when we want to sum up our full conceptions of fe licity do we not speak, of our " Heav enly home?" NORTHERN DEMIGODS REVIEW. UNDER A Book That Makes the Far Flj What Donn Piatt Says of the "SaT iors of the Country." IWilmingtoo (N. C.) Star. Donn Piatt has a book just out that will be widely read and will be much talked about. In the North it will be savagely criticised, as it knocks down some of the popular idols and leaves them lying -amid the rubbish. It is as bold, saucy, candid sort of a. book, judging from some extracts we have seen, and it will make the idolaters of Grant and Sherman grind their teeth and spit their venom. He calls his book "Memories of the Men Who Saved the Union." It will be noticed that the author does not say "Who Put Down the Rebellion." Piatt has too much sense for that. Besides, as "Don Miff" says, none but the "under bred" speak of Southern rebels. The truth of the war is gradually coming to light. The fair men in the North are beginning to tell the facts as they were. Piatt, Wilkinson, and Swinton to a considerable extent, tell the tiuth. The books heretofore writ ten to glorify the North have teemed with falsehoods and perversions. Grant's book, the sale of which is so extraordinary, is a romance a tissue ot misrepresentation, truth suppressed, and exaggeration. Sherman's work is as fabulous as Baron Munchausen. These two men had an axe to grind. They had doubtful reputations to bolster and to do this they twisted the facts, suppressed the truth, manufac tured numbers and invented occur rences. Donn Piatt is a writer of striking ualities. He has the very style re quired in a dashing, slashing, eloquent book. He knows how to go through the Pantheon of Northern gods and distinguish between the false and the true. Whom do you suppose he regards as the real saviors of the Union? The ohn Brown crowd with one voice be- ieve Grant and Sherman of course. But Mr. Piatt knows better. He says : "The monument to Lincoln has not yet been built. When it is, the col umn that holds aloft the form of our greatest man of that trying period, should have surpporting the base four bronze figures of Chase, Seward, Stan ton and Thomas. And so will history in the hearts of the people group those to whom we owe our existence as a nation." Our readers would doubtless like to see what the brilliant writer in the North has to say of Southern soldiers and their immortal leader. Here it is : "For two years they kept an army in the held that girt their borders with a fire that shrivelled our forces as they marched in like tissue paper in a flame. tfow these men fought the world will never know, for it cannot be told. The North poured in its noble soldiery and thev fought yell, but their broken columns and thinned 4 w ines drifted back upon our capital with nothing but disaster to tell of the dead and dying, the lost colors, and captured artillery. Bat- this violence spent its fury on the North The Confederacy reached the zenith of its fortunes at the battle of Gettysburg. It went down as rapidly . . as it nad risen, out it went aown fighting." Of Gen. Lee he writes : "It is strange what magic lingers about the mouldering remains of Vir ginia's rebel leader. His very name confers renown upon his enemies. The pure white hands are folded over a heart that was so grand in its emo tions that his life seemed that of a saint, and his deeds made so sacred a bad cause that a revolt rose to the dignity of a great war." Piatt knows what a iremendous sham and counterfeit of greatness are the two soldiers Sidney Johnston whipped under the gunboats at Shiloh. We copy a portion of an interesting editorial we clip from an exchange on Piatt's book. It is from the pen of Mr. J. R. Randall, author of "My Maryland" and other well known poems. Mr. Randall says in his ' . . . . . paper, the Anniston (Ala.) Hot Blast: 1 homas helped save the Union be- 1 cause, on two meraoraDie occasions, at Chickamauga and before Nashvilie, he saved the army and the cause "The Confederacy," says Col. Piatt, "was never so near success as at the time when Sherman's army took At lanta and Grant was driving in the enemy at Richmond. It was to the Confederates the darkest hour that precedes the morn, only owing to George H. Thomas that morn never dawned." It is a curious fact that the Southern cause was lost principally because bf a a Lincoln, the Kentnckian, Stanton, the North Carolinian, and Thomas, the Virginian. Out of the South's own loins spiang the men who laid her low. It may be that, with perfect propriety, CoL Piatt might have added the name of Farragut, the Tennesseean, to his 1st of men who saved the Union. Windell Phillips described Abraham Lincoln as "the son of poor people the white trash of the South spawned on Illinois." Who knows but in the South to-day, in some humllc hut, the greatest man of the future sits a ragged little boy? Nothing could have been more unpromising than Lin coln's beginning. y, . " - Donn Piatt describes Lincoln as one of the homeliest and ugliest of man- kind. His face was ordinarily dull, but, when roused, sparkled with tun and character. He hated abolition ists, especially Seward, and had no sympathy with the negro slaves, and yet policy compelled him to make Seward his prime minister and sign an emancipation proclamation. He I had all of the "poor white's" hatred of the negro. He was coarse, tough, uncultivated, but full of wit and sense, No vicissitudes of war ever spoiled a is meals or abbreviated his sleep. He I was at first blind to the coming storm. He read Arteraus Ward's jokes at Cabinet meetings, called for a comic song when men lav dead or dvine I around him on the battlefield, and told the nastiest stories of his time; but he cuided the ship of State serenely and delivered at least one short sneech that cannot be excelled in eloauence. I 11.19 U4.1UIC KM IIVJW UU1IUIUK Ul I foreiving one, and had "a cunnin W woe crenliKt " His rtrr9cinn.il r , ta , . . acis 01 cicmency, as ucn. ianici lyicr showed, were dictated oy cratty mo. tives. Such was, by some freak, "the giant born to the' poor whites of Ken- tuckv." Although CoL Piatt leaves out not a wart or wrinkle or distortion in painting Lincoln, he accords him the highest place in the bloody drama of 1860-95. And yet, but for Wilkes Booth's bullet, as Guiteau s in the case of Garfield, Abraham Lincoln might have been dwarfed in meretricious his tory alongside Grant and Sherman. Stanton was originally of a joyous disposition, the possessor of a hearty laugh and given to light literature His imagination was his strong at tribute. He startlingly changed when at the head of the War Department. He grew gloomy, saturnine, brutal Col. Piatt dates this metamorphosis from the death of his first wife. Of all Democrats, in i860, he was the most extreme, and Lincoln filled the measure ot his contempt. His de scriptions of the rail-splitting lawyer of Illinois would have done credit to the keeper of a chimpanzee. He put upon Lincoln the grossest professional affront, and yet Lincoln, for policy's sake, overlooked it. He could not be insulted. Upon ill health Col. Piatt saddles nearly all of Stanton s lapses from the true point of honor, and then covers his body with the ex cusing flag of his country, which, next to Lincoln, he is presum. to have m?ima;i supremely, with J m.r mind and idomitable will. Of the case of Mrs. Surratt Col. Piatt is erectly silent. dis- Chase was the ideal New Englander, the man of passion without sentiment, He was highly cultivated intellectually He long debated whether the greatest criminals were in the churches or the penitentiaries. And yet he believed in revelation, seeing, however, only Christ crucified, and not the horrible crowd that did the deed. .It was he who added the closmtr invocation to the Supreme Being that is found in the Emancipation Proclamation. The . .1 l . r a tne 1st Lincoln never inouani i 11 He was the godfather of the Republi can party. William H. Seward had no laita m the Constitution he swore to support He regarded it as a weak superstition. Without pity for the poor slave and great liking for the master, he was an intense abolitionist from policy. He was the cynical tool of Thurlow Weed, tirw-r ttrVinm t "nl Piatt rtfTlir tfl WMll vials of his wrath. Though a partisan of Weed he knew how to rise upon seem in? servility. His connection with Weed was a sublime continuation of the coalition between Blifil and Black Georee. ln some sense be was a moral monster. He believed in clever badness and the ability that came of worldly wickedness but he was neither a lecher, a drunkard, a gam bler or a thief. His wickedness was affected to keep Weed in countenance. He ridiculed Emancipation as "a puff Ul wiuu uici au ouaujj;iuik.u He knew there would be a long war, but dissembled to disarm foreign in tervention. He rejoiced when the South committed its cardinal blunder of not seizing the Capital and prevent ing Lincoln's inauguration, since the only defence was "Gen. Scott and the Marine Band." Gen. George H. Thomas, the Vir ginia, is CoL Donn Piatt's ideal hero of the war. He was an unconquered man and over and over again saved the Union catpe from disaster. Pure, powerful, modest, truthful, sagadoas, valiant, devoid of false ambition, Just, magnanimous, charitable, unresent&l of slights this is the real hero ot tbe war and will be so disclosed as time proceeds. There was nothing mean about him. All was heroic and sab lime, in shining contrast to Grant and Sherman, with their selfish greed and , grasping natures. And yet he died a neglected soldier, stung to the quick by printed Iks. Seizing the pen to remonstrate he died without oakms ttrskt. "Death," says CoL Piatt, put its hand upon his great heart, and friends found him at his table, his bead resting upon his arms, all unconscious and t'ae re monstrance unfinished.1' The Kentuckiany. who saved the Union, was assassinated and the North Carolinian, who saved tbe Union, died mysteriously while tbe phantom 01 Mrs. burratt stood at his bedside. The Virginian, who saved the Union, was killed by newspaper slander, shot oy some creatures wno never saw a field of battle. 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