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BUDDHA IN BUKUAH.
The Shway Dagohn Pagoda, or the
"GoWen Pagoda, at Rangoon. '
A NATION OF TATTOOED PEOPLE.
How Tattooing is Done and the Queer Fea
tures of the Art.
THE LAST JEWEL IN ENGLAND'S CEOWN
jCOBEESrOHMSCX OP TUB DISPATCH.1
Barmah, March 22.
The great south
eastern peninsula of
Asia, known as
Indo-China, or far
ther India, is fast
The French are de
veloping the eastern
provinces of Ton
quin, Annam and
Jtan Talm. line the Pacific The
English hare now a fast grip on Burmah,
and Siam, lying between, awaits only a
great European war to fall into the hands of
one or the other. The day will soon come
when this great territory, equal in size to
one-third- of the whole "United States, will
be governed from Europe. Its interior will
be penetrated by railroads and its immense
resources will be thrown open to the world.
As 1 write this letter a corps of engineers
are at work surveying a railroad from
Bangkok, the capital of Siam, to Mandalay,
the great city of upper Burmah, and before
this letter is published the English railroad,
which now runs from this city of Bangoon,
163 miles to the city of Prome in the in
terior, will hare been extended to Mandalay
and will be open to traffic. This will give
Burmah between 400 and 500 miles of rail
way and tho day will come when the line
will be extended to Canton, in Chinx
The Cktneie Are There to Star.
These roads will open up one of the rich
est countries of the East. Indo-China is
practically undeveloped and uncultivated.
Its people are lazy, easy-going, half-savage
races, from the Burmese to the Siamese and
the Malays, and they have in the past lived
from hand to nrouth. They are not accumu
lators nor investors and their rich soil, for
ests and minerals are awaiting the advent of
the immigrant. The immigrant is already
upon the ground in the person of the Euro
peans and the Chinese, and within a gener
ation or so a new race will inhabit it. This
race will be the Chinese crossed with the
native. Everywhere I go I find that the
'Chinamen are doing the business ot the pe-
jiiusuitu xuersre marrying wunuie na
tives, and old English residents tell me they
are producing a race that is better than
JBumese Court of Justice.
either. At Singapore and in the southern
part of the Malay peninsula they are crowd
ing the English merchants out of business,
and they own grand residences and work
with large capital.
Here at Bangoon none of the Chinese do
coolie labor and in Siam they form already
nearly one-half of the population. The En
glish employ them largely, and they engage
in all trades and in all kinds ot business.
They are, so Europeans think, a necessity
to the development of a tropical country,
and the prospect is that they will event
ually own the larger part of farther India.
They will not do laundry work here as thev
do with us, and the lowest grade of work
at which you find them employed is car
pentering. Millions of Cocoannt Tree.
Indo-China is still largely a jungle of
forest, but its soil is as well fitted to support
a great population as is that of India. It is
watered by great rivers, and since the
British took possession of lower Burmah,
Bangoon has become one of the greatest rice
ports in the world. One million tons of rico
are exported from Burmah yearly, and the
rice mills of Bangoon compare in size
almost with the great flouring mills of
Minneapolis. It takes as much machinery
and work to prepare the unhusked grains of
rice for the market as it does to make roller
patent process flour, and millions of dollars
worth of capital are engaged here in this
The forests of Indo-China are another
great resource. In the South you find cocoa-
nut trees jy the millions, and I noted of the
cargoes th were put on the ships in the
harbort of tie South that they were owned
by the Chinese. Then there is also the teak
wood trees. The wood is as hard as ebony
and it takes a polish and has a grain like
that of mahogany. It is used for ship tim
ber as well as for furniture and it is now ex
ported Irom Burmah and Siam to all parts
of the world. In precious stones Indo
China is not lacking, and the rubies of
Burmah and the sapphires of Siam are noted
the world over. There is gold in some parts
of the country an 'he southern peninsula is
one bed ot tin, which is now exported large
ly. Petroleum of several kinds has been
found here in Burmah and the evidences
may result in the development of a new oil J
A Paring; PotacHlon.
Of the whole peninsula, however, the
Empire of Burmah is perhaps the best part,
and it is, I am told, one of the best paying
of England's lately acquired possessions.
At the beginning of the present century It
was by far the strongest Empire in farther
India, and.it is now equal to six States as
big as Ohio. Mandalay, which until about
three years ago was the" capital, is a city of
several hundred thousand people and
Bangoon, where I write this letter, has
140,000. It is the capital of lower Burmah,
which has belonged to England since the
days of President Pierce, and General
Grant, when he stopped here on his way
around the world, predicted that it ou!d
be as big as Calcutta in ten years. It is
growing fast and it will, without doubt, be
the great city of Indo-China. It is about
29 miles from the sea on one of the many
rivers which form the delta of the great
The river is navisrable for the largest
ocean steamers to Bangoon, and boats
of five feet draft can sail up
it for 900 miles. Mandalav is
situated on it about 00 miles from the sea
and it forms the great means of interior
communication for Burmah. It is one of
the jtrcitesl rivers in the world in its volume
of water and it discolors the sea at points
out of sight of land for a distance of ISO
miles alone its delta. The rainfall of tome
parts of the interior o f Burmah ranges fro m
iS00 to 600 Inches of water a year, and in July
u- "" -, i.LJgg g'
this river brings down "to the sea the incon
ceivable amount of 94.000,000,000 tons of
water a day. Supposing there to be a
billion people in the world and that these
billion of men, women and children have an
average weight of 94 pounds each, all of the
world's aggregate humanity would be out
weighed by one day's flow of this river's
water. The Washington monument weighs,
if I remember correctly, 80,000 tons. It
would take 1,175,000 such monuments to
weigh as much as the daily discharge of this
river in July. It is the fourth river in
volume in the world, and its source isyet to
be discovered. It rises somewhere in the
Himalayas or Thibet and has a wide and
fertile valley. The branch on which
Baneoon is situated is nearly a mile wide
at this point and its waters are almost
Beautiful Barefooted Women.
Burmah has altogether a population of
about 5,000,000. The majority of these are the
Burmese, and they are a different people
from any that I have yet seen. The women
are beautiful and the men are straight,
proud and fine-looking. They have olive
brown complexions, straight eyes of dark
brown, fat noses and lips a little thicker
than those of the average Caucasian. They
have no beards, but in some cases have
downy mustaches 'of black. Their hair is
jet black and they wear it lone, rolling it
up in a bright red or yellow handkerchief
aud wrapping this around the head so that
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ill1 gglllk :
GREAT GOLDEN PAGODA AT BANGOOH.
L it stands up for all the world like the ban-
a ana oi tne oiacc auntie oi slavery uuys.
They wear a white linen or cotton jacket,
which reaches a little below the waist, and
below this shines out the bright silk or cot
ton cloth which is wound tightly about the
loins and is twisted .there into a knot at the
front, so that its folds hang down between
The women dress in much the same way
their skirt being the American pullback
reversed binding the bare limbs tightly
and falling to the ground about their feet.
The women wear nothing on their heads and
both sexes go barefooted. Both men and
women pierce their ears, and the men tattoo
their bodies from the waist to below the
A Tattooed Nation.
Burmah is the land of the tattooed man,
and even the artists of Puck cbuld learn
lessons in the art of tattooing here. In my
I visit totie great prison here, which con-i
tains more than 3,000 men, I saw 6,000 tat
tooed legs. These pen and ink sketches on
human canvas peep out at you in every
crowd you enter. The origin of the custom
I have not been able to find out. It is here
the Burmese sign of manhood aed there is
as much ceremony about it as there is about
the ear-piercing of the girls, which chroni
cles their entrance upon womanhood. There
are professional tattooers, who go about
with books of designs, and who will
prick a flower or beast upon your
leg or arm for a slight consideration.
The instrument used is a picker about two
feet long with a heavy brass head. The
point is split into four prongs and in these
the ink is held. The tattooer first outlines
his sketch and then taking the skin up in
his hand pinches it while he puts in the
punctures which are to discolor it forever.
The coloring matter used is lamn black.
which turns a purple with age and which, J
unco nnisnea, mates tne man iook as
though he was dressed in kid-fitting tights
of dark blue. The tattooing is not all done
at once, but figure by figure as the boy or
man can stand it. When-finished there is
a complete mass of figures from the waist on
a line with the navel to the knee cap, and
you often see in addition to this specimens
of tattooing on other parts of the body.
Th? people are superstitious about it and
certain kinds of tattooing are supposed to
ward off disease. One kind wards off the
snake bite and another prevents a man from
drowning. In 1881 a man so tattooed tested
the efficacy of his tattooing by allowing his
hands and feet tobe tied and himself to be
thrown into the river. It is needless to say
that the current carried him away, and
neither tattoo nor man was ever airain teen.
The only tattooing affectea by women is
that which produces love in theheart of the
desired one of the other sex. This is a
triangle of peculiar color, which is put on
between the eye, upon the lip, or upon the
tongue, as the tattooer prescribes. Its color
is made of a mixture called by the Burmese
"the drug or tenderness," and it is a com
pound not much different from the hell
broth brewed by the witches in Macbeth.
Another kind of tattooing is affected by
schoolboys. It prevents, it is said, the boy
feeling the whip when he is punished at
school, and it is universally affected by the
bold bad boys of every Burmese town.
A Wonderful Temple.
The Burmese are Buddhists and every
Burmese man is supposed at some time in
his life to be a priest. The education of the
children is by the priests, and the bulk of
the population get their education in the
monastic schools. Ton find Buddhist mon
asteries and Buddhist temples everywhere
and there is here at Bangoon the finest
Buddhist monument in the world. It ranks
with the Taj Mahal as one of the great
curiosities of Cndia. and it is the oldest and
finest place of worship in Indo-China. It
is the Shway Dagohn pagoda or "the golden
pa'oda." Imagine a mountain of gold
mine terrace after terrace from a mighty
platform and growing smaller as it goes up
ward until it at last pierces the skies in a
golden spire, the top of which Is 370 feet
from the ground. Make the base so large
that is a quarter of a mile around its outer
THE PITTSBURG DISPATCH
I golden rim and let the slope of the terraces
go upwara ta oeu-u&e siories u uieuuuwuc
of 100 feet from the ground. There is not a
block in your city as large as the,
base of this monument and its top is
higher than any building in America,
save the monument at Washington. Its
spire is taller than that of St. Paul's Cathe
dral at London, and the whole glistens
under the Mazing sunlight as though it were
At its top there-is now a scaffolding for
the great golden umbiella, which the last
King oi Burmah before Thebaw gave to it,
is being restored to its place, and the jewel
ers are working upon tnisln the sheds at its .
base. This umbrella is a great circular
piece of gold, which is-studded with jewels,
any one of which would he a fit wedding
present for a princess. It cost more than
200,000 gold dollars when it was made 18
years ago. But not long since the winds
shook it from its moorings, and jewels and
gold came down to the ground. This
mighty pagoda has cost millions of dollars.
It is of brick and stucqo covered with gold
leaf as fine as that ever put into an Ameri
can tooth and as costly as that which covers
the new gold frame which surrounds Mrs.
Haves' picture in one of the "White House
parlors. It has been regilded again and
again, and if its tons of material could be
put through one of the great quartz mills of
Denver it would yield as much good ore as
a California mine.
1 , A Golden Mountain.
The base of this pagdda is on a hill over-
looking the city of Bangoon. It consists of
two terraces, and the upper is paved with
flags of stone. This is 166 feet, above the
level of the ground, and it covers abont 14)4
acres. The great pyramid near Cairo has a
base of 13 acres, but the base of this monu
ment is bigger. It is 900 feet long by about
700 feet wide, and this 14 acres is covered,
with little temples with hundreds of Budd
has of all shapes and sizes, some of which
are of gold and others of which have been
gilded again and again until the layers of
gold upon them are in places as thick as
wedding rings. It is impossible to estimate
-the wealth that stands upon this platform.
The shrine has been a noted one as far back
as COO years before Christ was born, and
during 23 centuries the Buddhists bavebeen
laying their offerings upon it. They have
added to it alLhese years until it has risen
from 20 even feel to its present height.
During the last century one of tho Kings
of Burmah rowed lie would srive his own
weight infold to this monument. He hopped
upon the imperial scales and pulled the
beam at 170 pounds. The vow cost him $45,
000 worth of gold leaf, and it all went into
this monument The monument was regilded
in 1871, and it is now being again polished.
It is all told a mass of brick and mortar
mixed with gold,and its outside plated with
gold. It has no interior chambers, and it is
as solid as a gravestone.
Its surroundings are those of worship, and
you may any dav see dozens of women clad
in bright silk gowns and white vests kneel
ing and bowing before it. They bring of
ferings of rice and flowers to it and the air
Is filled with the perfume of the roses which
lie at its base. This base is surrounded by
'stone figures of kneeling elephants, each of
which is the size of the baby elephant in the
circus. These have flat places upon their
backs and it is upon these that the offerings
are often laid. Here and there are little
dove, cote-like shrines, before which incense
always burns and the roofs of which have
been turned by its aromatic smoke into soot.
No matter how hot the day, these women
and men here kneel and under the blazing
sun prostrate themselves before this eolden
mountain and before what thev imagine
constitutes its elements of sanctity. These
are four hairs from the head of the great
FBAKK G. OABtENTEB.
LITTLE PBAUDS WHO KISS.
A Dissertation on the Folly of Women
Killing Each Other.
It has been the gallant habit of men,
from time immemorial, to comment unfavor
ably on the habit which women have of in
dulging in the useless distribution of kisses
among themselves, but it is not often that
the animadversion of the erring sex itself is
visited on the same theme. A critical
young lady, however, was recently heard
expatiating vigorously against this senseless
"Do, for goodness," she remarked, "say
something about the silly way that women
have of kissing each other every time they
get together. If 20 women were to meet in
the street every last one of them would have
to kiss the other 19, and there would be
let me see 380 kisses worse than
thrown away, for probably in ten
minutes the whole party would separate
into squads and go off talking about each
other. When you see one of these very vio
lent miscellaneous kiss-evervthing-wjthin-sigbt
kind of woman, it is safe to set her
down as a fraud, which she generally is. If
I had my way, kissing should be strictly
confined to family uso and for medicinal
purposes. How, don't you put mj name to
all this or I will kiss you right on Wash
ington street the very first chance I have."
Then the talk ran off on other kinds of
kissing, and a story was told of a young
lady who kissed a baby held in its father's
arms: then in a moment of teraDoranr In
sanity or abstraction she stood on tiptoe" and
kissed the papa. Bealizing instantly what
a dreadful thing she had done, she wheeled
around and kissed the baby's mamma, who
was standing near, and retired in good or
der. Her satirical sister squelched the
poor young woman as they left the house by
asking her it she didn't want to go back
and finish it by kissing the hired girl.
PUT THE BEANS TO SOAK.
A Meunge That An Editor mistook for a
Whllo Cap Notice.
Kearney (Neb.) Eetcrprlse.1
An editor wandered toward home the
other morning about 4:30 o'clock, and as he
neared the house he was alarmed to see a
light brightly burning in the lower apart
ments. Thoughts pf sickness in the family
made his footsteps hasten. He entered the
hall with anxiety stamped upon his coun
tenance. All was silent; sleep reigned in
the household, bnt near the electrio light
was a huge block of paper.
"What! a notice from the. White Caps?"
he said to himself. With trembling hands
he picked up the paper. It read: Don't
forgst to put the Deans to soak.' He went
EirTSBTJIiGr, SUNDAY, MAT 19, 1889.
THE ERRATIC OUIDA.
Personal Appearance of the Famous
Novelist When in Society.
0RIQIN OP HER LITERARY NAME.
A Glimpse of Her Eeal Life, as It Appeared
to an Intimate Friend.
CHAEUINQ SIDE OF HEB GHABACTEfi
rWEITTES OB TOT DISPATCH. 3
Miss Bame she was called when I first
knew her. She had been a strange child,
full of wild passionate moods and under
stood by few. She loved horses and dogs
and would talk affectionately to them,
caressing them tenderly and showing a
loving, kind nature, but she was always
bursting into tears and fits of passion be
cause misunderstood by people. She spent
much. time alone, and after she began to
write was seldom seen by her old acquaint
ances; soon she left for more congenial life
It is said that with her first success she
changed her name to Bamee, then, as novel
alter novel of singular power and passion
delighted the world, this became de Kamee
and then de la Bamee, but she always wrote
under the picturesque noin de plume
"Ouida," and now prefers only to be known
by that name; even socially she is now
"Madame Ouida" to everyone.
The pseudonym had a rather peculiar
origin. Her given name is Louisa. Once
a little child happened to be trying to pro
nounce it, but got no nearer than 'Ouida.
From this trifling incident came the pen
name, that is to-day known even to the ut
termost parts of the earth.
OUIDA MT SOCIETY.
Last season Ouida was the sensation of
London society everywhere feted, recep
tions and dinners being given in her honor
and everywhere leaving the same impression
of entant terrible. I had not seen her for
seme years; indeed I had never seen her ex
cept by the sea or on the Tuscan hills, and I
was not prepared for the "society Ouida."
She is short and stout, her thick yellow hair
being cropped in a ttraight line across the
ugliest part of the neck, as you sometimes
see the hair of German schoolgirls.
She sat sideways on her chair, with her
head turned away and in sueh a position
that an enormous bustle arose and formed a
barricade between her aud the person
brought to he introduced to her. She still
further intrenched herself by holding an
immense ostrich feather fan before her lace
and scarcely ventured to reply to the re
marks addressed to her. Treated with bare,
brutal curiosity, she ' returned it with
equally unadorned rudeness. A lady told
me that being brought up to be presented,
she ventured to say: "An introduction is
scarcely .necessary. Everybody knows
Ouida;" when she replied in her hard,
peacock-like voice: "I pity Ouida if she
had to know everybody.''
She was well dressed, but no one thought
so, and when she leit the room the. female
tongue filled the air with angry cackle.
There was the feeling that she was a naughty
child in society, the kind that lies on the
hearthrug and screams and kicks she has
a grudge against society and society against
her, she likes to offend it in her books, she
likes to outrage it in person,
A PBIHCE'S BEVENGE.
The anecdote .was recalled of Prince
George of Wales, who one day when a
child, and the Queen wasdlnlng some foreign
kings and princes, acted so badly that his
royal grandmamma sent him under the
table to stay till he was good he stayed a
long time quite quiet and the only sound
was the clinking of the gold spoons against
the gold plates, as Her Majesty looked very
severe. Presently, a sweetly penitent voice
cried, "I'm good now, grandmamma," and
being told he could come out, to the horror
ot everyone danced before them in his birth
day costume for revenge. "
Anything can be expected of Ouida in
society. One lady artist said, "O, I should
have liked to have taken that fanjf hers
and broken it to pieces over her and lashed
her and horse-whipped her till the real
Ouida came out and stood before us, some
strange, weird, passionate, pathetic thing
the Ouida we all love in spite of ourselves,
in spite of her faults, who captures us and
takes us by storm, when she will, and only
evades' us now, the Ouida who wrote 'In
Maremma' and 'Under Two Maes' and
She is a witty conversationalist, but is
easily bored if the person present does not
interest her, and takes no pains to conceal it
is sarcastio and aggressive, but takes great
interest when anyone tries to beat her with
her own weapons. Conversation becomes
very difficult when she is not in the mood
for small talk. A timid one ventures to
commence with. "Oh. Madame Ouida. don't
you think so-and-so?" "Ho, I don't, why
shonld I, why should anybody ?" she replies
loudly and "brusquely a lady, wishing to
say something, remarks, "Don't you wish
yourself back in your beautiful Florence 1"
"No, I don't, why shonld I? If I wanted
to be in Florence I should go to Florence."
SOME COUBAGE NEEDED.
One by one all the great London houses
that counted her as a lioness gave up in
despair, and yet everyone wanted to meet
her; curiosity was aroused to the highest
pitch, and it became a question of daring to
give her a 'dinner. The English are the
greatest lion hunters in the world, and, are
not easily discouraged in the pursuit, but
they did not know what to do with her.
Thev at first courted her. and then scandal
ized her, by telling of a mysterious veiled
gentleman who called at jpidnight at the
Langham to settle her enormous bill after
she had left that abode oi luxury per force.
When written that her lovely home in
Florence would be sold if she did not come
back, she only telegraphed, "Save me Lyt
At a dinner party given by a prominent
dramatic star iu her honor, where were pres
ent all the great lights of the English stage,
Ouida sat surrounded by Henry Irving and
Ellen Terry, Mr. Toole, Wilson Barrett,
etc. she was noisily eating some soup when
Mr. Barrett asked her if she had seen his
new play and offered to put a box at her dis
posal, she did not pause in her eating, but
between two mouthfuls replied curtly, "1
never go to English theaters."
She melts when she is beaten, however,
and admires a witty retort even when at her
own expense, and above all if from a
woman, as when Mrs. John Bigelow said,
"I dnn't know whv von dlslikft Americana
so, they are the only people who read your
nasty books." Ouida drew her toward her,
saying, "Why, you must be an interesting
woman, you may come in," and took her all
over her villa, showed her her pet views of
Florence, her dogs, her wonderful collection
of antique jewelry, and during her stay in
the Tuscan capital drove her outand showed
her much attention, In fact was charming
and fascinating, as those who know her well
will know she can be.
A HABD TVOEKEE.
Now, Ouida works very hard, as she as
pires to enter a new field of art. She is
writing several plays. Of course much can
be expected of her, as she is unique in pas
sionate dramatic power, and her novels con
tain many stirring scenes and speeches. Of
course, the construction of a play and the
construction of a book are two different
things. Many of her best works havebeen
dramatized by other authors with success,
and it is hoped that she will bring new fire
and passion tothe modern stage, which has
grown domestio and metaphysical to the
verge of stupidity. Ouida can preach great
Ouida loves Florence and the real Floren
tines, but tie make-believe English ones,
who only live there because they cannot af
ford to live at home and keep up their little
circle as "exclusively" and stiffly as if it
were a little old English village. Some
years since, enraged by some fancied slight,
she wrote, a novel satirizing them and their
narrow, affected life society drew its skirts
a little) tighter together, and Ouida became
more unapproachable than ever.
So much romance gathers about her that
there have been desperate attempts to know
of her real life and to beard the lioness iu
her actual Jen strange stories of her canine
pets have been circulated It is said that
one adventurous Englishman, determined
to know more of her, disguised himself as a
servant and actually succeeded in becoming
engaged by her and was admitted to her
house, but betrayed himself at dinner time
by his awkwardness and ignorance of his
To us who know Ouida well, all this is
very absurd. She is like some or those
stranee plants of the sea, when touched by
a rude hand, or approached by an unsympa
thetic magnetism, that shut themselves, and
display a surface only of rude spines or re
pulsive clammyness, but when in their
native element undisturbed, open like the
most gorgeous flowers, with scintillani and
Disliked by women in general, she is ad
mired and beloved by women in particular.
I know ot no woman of my acquaintance
more understandable, more unlockable and
more full of treasure if you have the key,
but the door is iron-bound. You must know
her, when rambling on the Tuscan hills,
where woman to woman she speaks her
heart, or to a man she converses with that
bon camraderie that recalls poor''Cigarette"
at her best. She is a sincere woman of
wonderful genius, a nature wonderfully
sensitive to all the slaps the world has given
her, and thought her callous.
She is the real author of "Under Two
Flags." "In Maremma" and "Bimbi," and
it is all there in the woman, but the world
must be more Dolite and more kind, and
above all more artistlo on finding it out.
Swine should be very careful not to feed too
near one afflicted with seven devils, es
pecially when the second advent is expected
so soon. I love her, but would not invite
her to dinner.
SCOMT OF THE WOELD.
She is at her best with restraint thrown
off, but so is anybody, or would be if they
dared to be sincere to themselves and not
to society th.e peasants know the "real
Ouida;" how sweetly she talks to them, how
generous is her nature. The dogs love her
and everything that is beautiful she loves.
She is impetuoas; she is like- her own de
scription ot a ride after the hounds. But one
scornful quiver of an eyebrow or tightening
of a mouth corner, she retires into her shell
and only gives you and can only give you
the prickly side, and so the British matrons
did not see the "real Ouida." When we
were girls together she used to say "0
Natalie, I do not hate humanity, I only
hate society I"
Our modern life is so unnatural that I
wonder all artists do not scorn the world as
Ouida does. I believe most do, and those
that do not show it must love to school
themselves to a great deal of repression. I
know whenever I feel ugly to anyone and
uncomfortable about going down to dinner,
I always draw my corsets tighter and all the
evening know that I am saying harder, nar
rower, more spiteful things in consequence.
I feel like the poor, laced up, "tailor-ma'de"
world. But wheirl am at mv best and with
congenial people I let the strings fly looser.
ana looser, ana m Italy i always kick them
into a corner or put them into the lowest
tray of my trunk and when I have spent a
month with Ouida I have to wear a size or
two larger for several months until society
has whittled me down again.
SEEKING tfATDEE'S 8E0EET8.
A Toledo btfeiety That Claims to Have Made
Mar velons Discoveries.
There exists in Toledo a sect known as the
Bosicrucians, or the "Brothers of the Bosy
Cross." The society is numerically weak,
but it has taken root, and will, doubtless,
like all organizations of a novel character,
increase and multiply. And yet the order
of the Brothers of the Bosy Cross is no new
fledgling; for it dates back to the times of
the ancient alchymists, who consumed a life
in the vain pursuit of finding its elixir. The
Toledo' association is barely three months
old, and their meeting place is on Broadway,
where they assemble once a week to mutual
ly impart such knowledge as each may pos
sess. In a conversation with one of the
members the writer was told that the society
is in possession of certain secrets of nature
which, if made public, would create a sensa
tion. "You have not yet made the discovery of
the philosopher's stone," remarked the
iv. uwv no jvm uuugiowmu .., UUw nc
have discovered the secret ot
life to an almost indefinite perioi
"Well, that's something, and it shonld
bring a high price if imparted to some of
"Yes, but one millionaire would not live
up to the system prescribed."
"Have you made any progress in the
transmutation of the baser metals into
"We have, and that is one of the discov
eries which will astonish and revolutionize
"Well, isn't that discovery intimately as
sociated with the elixir of lite?"
"No, it is a mistaken idea. The elixir of
life, as it is understood, is a chimera, but, as
I have told you, its prolongation is an ac
complished lact, and within the province of
alL 'We have solved the problem of the
application of the cabala and science of
numbers, and we are rapidly approaching
the discovery of things which have been
snpposed to be hermetically scaled. The
cloud which has hitherto shrouded the
occult student is gradually but surely lift
ing, and secrets in nature, which to the un
initiated are deemed impenetrable, will he
made clear as the noonday sun. Shake
speare said truly : 'There are more things in
heaven and earth than are dreamed of in
our philosophy,' and Shakespeare, if not in
name, was in truth one of our order," and
our Bosicrucian friend wended his way to
pursue his daily avocation, which is that of
Among other wonders which he professes
to have solved was the knowledge of what
passes in distant parts.
San Francisco Immigration Inspector
Say, my friend, there's been a good deal of
illegal landinc lately. What have ou got
in those barrels ?
Boarding House Bunner Sugar, sir.
Inspector Oh, ratal
The Freight Who said lats ? Judge.
NTE-AS, A REPORTER.
He Gathers Some New Facts About
Prominent Men and Women.
DEPEW AS A SUCCESSFUL DINER.
A Fair Widow With "Plenty of Courage
and a Trenchant Band.
BILL'S DI8PUJE WITH SIGK0B 0'EOUBKE
iwEirrxx FOR TOT DISPATCH.
VEBY few cities the
size of New York can
produce more men whose
faces are made familiar
to the world through
the pages of the illus
trated papers. A day
on the horse, cars.ferries
and elevated trains will
convince the carefnl
observer that New
York is full, of men
who are so well known
that it has become
something of a burden
to them, and who find that they can get a
good deal of seclusion by allowing them
selves to be swallowed up in the great strug
gling tide of the metropolis.
I realize this most strongly in my own
case, and I see it illustrated In the cases of
many others. Though my face has almost
beoome, as I may say, a household word,
several bright young horses haying been
named after me, I can go the whole length
of Broadway without affecting business in
any appreciable manner.
I have never drawn attention to myself on
the streets of New York but once, and I do
not sneak of this bscanse I feel vain about
it. It was on the Bowery during a great
fire last summer when many lives were lost.
I heard the shnil alarm, and having once
been a fireman in Laramie City, in order to
avoid being a juror, for I felt when I looked
ntthejurorwehad that I was not worthy,
so of course, the alarm of fire, even though
conveyed by wire, stirred my young blood,
and I went along with some other gentle
men of the press named Hastings and Craw
ford. I need hardly say that the fire fiend
with his forked tongue was engaged in lick
ing his chops as we arrived. Inspectors
Williams and Steers were there. They
greeted me cordially and asked "How's
tricks?" We all conversed at some length
regarding the fire, and X spoke of it several
times as the fire fiend" without attracting at
tention, but that is not strange, for both
Inspector Williams and Inspector Steers
afterward told me that they did not care a
continental for fine word painting.
teouble -with o'boubek. '
By and by I asked Inspector Williams if
there would he any need of my remaining
any longer. He said he thought not, but
would ask Inspector Steers- It was finally
arranged that I should go if I desired very
much to do so. I moved directly toward
the fire lines, being deliberate in my move
ments in order to avoid alarming the crowd.
Just then a roundsman named O'Bourke
asked me in a profane way what I was do
ing inside the lines, meantime helping him
self to some of the dark meat inside the
sleeve of my coat.
Kyt and (yjtourKe Have a Scuffle.
He was very rough in his treatment, but I
was so much the taller of the two that he
could not club me, having forgotten to bring
his step ladder vrith him. His language
was earnest and yet highly ormamental.
He spoke in the patois ot the canaille of
Limerick. He now jerked me to and fro
and rudely hustled me. Inspector Steers'
and Williams botb-saw it all, as I after
ward learned, but whenever Hooked toward
them, thev were earnestly looking at the fire.
So wera Messrs. Crawford and Hastings.
I told Signor O'Bourke that I came of a
good family, and though I had been inside
the lines I had not been robbing the dead.
But he was excited and flushed, intoxicated
by his own breath, no doubt, and so he
hustled me some more. The immense crowd
seemed to enjoy it, and I heard a newsboy
say, "Yay, Billyl" I was now outside the
lines, and one would have thought that the.
cop would have let me alone, but he kept
on conversing with me till one of the news
paper men came up and talked to. Don
Giavoni O'Bourke in a way that made my
blood run cold. I then escaped, and though,
encored by 3,000 or 4,000 people, I refused
to go back. When I got home I found a
large dint in a silver dollar in my poclcet,
which had in some way been struck by the
policeman. It is not the first time that a
dollar has saved my life under similar cir
cumstances, GATHEftrXQ NEWS.
But to return to the subject. The picture
papers have so faithfullv reproduced the
portraits of so many well-known men from
time to time that at very unexpected mo
ments we come upon tboe whose names are
identified with the history of the country in
some way or other.
Starting out on a pleasant day by myself,
with a large pad of paper and a soft medium
pencil, the old reportorial instinct came
back with three-fold power as I journeyed
onward, andl concluded to accumulate a
column of bright, newsy "personals" for the
paper, using ray acquaintance, of course,
where I had any, and relying upon my gen
tle aplomb and naivette where had not. I
was thus enabled to secure the following
local items of Interest, Which I have jotted
down in the simplest and most straightfor
'Squire Cleveland is having a new and
natty s,Sn painted for his office down town.
He will practice in all the courts of New
York and-elsewhere. Collections promptly
attended to and pensions secured at a nomi
nal fee. Convevancing done, deeds drawn,
also salaries. Notary public. Also good
house for rent. Mr. Albert Bierstadt is
painting the sign. It is a la la.
Brother George W. Curtis, oLHarper's
Weekly, is still quite lame. His Knee was
injured last summer while he was engaged
in playing lawn tennis at West Brighton,
Staten Island, where he lives. The knee is
still very weak, and so Mr. Curtis walks
very little. Lawn tennis is one of the most
dangerous enemies with which civil service
has to deal. , ,
Yesterday quite a rumpus was created at
the elevated depot on Park place, where an
elderly man went' up and put his ticket on
the west side when he really wanted
to go uptown. He soon saw his mis
take ana tried to get his ticket out
of the box, but It had been chopped,
and so he could not recover it. He
then tried to cross the .track, but was re
pulsed with great loss of life by tho chop
per. It was finally arranged by a code of
signals between the two ticket iibletiers
that the man could be permitted to cross
over by going down stairs on the west side
and climbing tfp on the east side without
again putting up his 5 cents. The gentle
man was Mr. Bussell Sage, of this place.
Almost every day a rosy-faced woman, In
the prime of life, wjth large, full, protub
erant, translucent eyes, and a quick, elastic
step, gets ofl at Park place, and goes to her
office. She is Mrs. Frank Leslie. Her
housework is( done by hired help while she
goes to the office and works. She earns
enough at the case to keep all the help she
needs, and she says she has not washed a
dish for over two years. When she was left a
widow she did not say alas, and present the
whole business to the ProbatejCourt. She
simply turned over the columnules of the
paper, and hanging her shawl on the copy
hook, set up a brief, pungent editorial in
which she stated that she had come to stay,
or words to that effect, and at once began to
extend her circulation. So she now finds
herself able to. hire much of her drudgery
done by other hands, while she signs checks
in a large, trenchant hand.
ntlEND or THE FAIB SEX.
Governor William t. Hoard, of Wiscon
sin, was registered at the Fifth Avenue
Hotel not lone ago. He Is a great hand for
Stock, especially cows, aud has compelled
the cow of Wisconsin, as one might say, to
come out and take higher ground. I hon
estly think that Governor Hoard has done
more to ameliorate the condition of the cow
of his own State than any other man. Gov
ernor Hoard is a plain man.1 He and I ap
peared together once and spoke to the State
Press Association. People still look back
upon the scene with horror. Governor
Hoard runs a paper at Fort Atkinson, called
Buutll Bags Wants Els Ticket Sack.
Hoard's Dairyman. It frequently refers to
man. It has a large circulation, bnt to one
who has never made the cause of the cow his
own, it is tod subtle for him. The Governor
early gave his attention to tne cow, ana saw.
when young.-that she had been made a tool
of, as one might say. That Bhe was not
encouraged to think for herself, and that
her sex seemed to handicap her through
life. He spoke to her words o' encourage
ment, and told her that through the columns
of his paper he would advance her interests,
and he has. The Governor is also a humorist.
But he does not allow the two things to inter
fere with each other. He never tries to squirt
humor into a veto, or executive sadness into
his humor. He can write a good article on
ensilage among cows, and then before the
ink is dry, he can dash off a thanksgiving
proclamation that would make one's heart
bleed. I am especially fond of Governor
Hoard and Governor Fitzhugh Lee. They
are nnite different, and. durlnz the war.
were quite" rude to each other for a time; bttt
tneyare over it now, ana won x uio.auoai
them especially is, tnat tney are sot arro
gant. When a man gets arrogant it is gen
erally because he is afraid that if he con
verses freely he may be detected in the act
of not knowing anything.
Governor Hill was also on our streets the
other day. He says thatcrops ara generally
good throughout the State and fencesin good
repair. He is another ot our rising bald
headed men. He is reported to be about to
become engaged to a verv beautiful young
lady of our city. Even It this be true, it
would be difficult for me to point her out.
He wuuld make some woman a real good
husband. His place at Albauy is far more
magnificent than the White House, there
being no ants, cockroaches or deceased rats
in it as yet.
KNOWS HOW TO DDTE.
Bussell B. Harrison occasionally goes to
his room at the Gilsey House to write an
editorial for his Montana paper and likes it
first rate.- If I could have arranged it to
edit my Wyoming paper and take my meals
at the Gilsey House, I would have been a
better and fatter man to-day. But I did not
think of it at the time.
Mr. Depew's leg is again, almost sound,
though it bothers him a little to go down
stairs as rapidly as he could before the in
jury. In this respect he has rather beaten
Mr. Curtis, who had a similar experience.
Mr. Depew comes down to the office at
the depot in good season and works
hard till the whistle blows. Then he
takes off his overalls and goes to the
Jlfr. Depew Preparing tor Sis Midday ileal.
sink where he washes his hands, wiping
them on some clean cotton waste. He then
goes home and eats a hearty meal of
victuals. At night he slides into his swal
low tail coat, puts, a Sunday paper between
his shirt bosom and his manly ditto, so as to
ward off pneumonia, and goes to some
boiled dinners, where he speaks a few
thoughtful words which the papers gTeedily
print in their columns the next niorninfr.
Mr. Depew may be frequently seen in the
early gray of the morning, showing some
prominent New Yorkers how to get home.
He eats very little at these great banquets,
confining himself mostly to the relieves or
the jowl and greens, but rarely eating
sweet cake or cookies at night. Neither
does he drink much, though often requested
to. He could, at slight cost to him
self, if he wished to do so,
continue in a pleasant state of ex-'
hiliration all the time, but he says no,
even when the wine cup is presented'to him
by fair hands. That is why his speeches
read so much better than Mr. Biddleber
ger's of "Virginia. This should teach us a
valuable lesson. Had Mr. Depew, when he
first began to run on the New York Central
and Hudson Biver Bailroad, eaten pie and
rich victuals at night, or taken a brandy
and soda before morning prayers, to-day his
name would have begun with the same let
ter, but it would not have been Depew.
Number Three was 20 minutes late yes
terday, owing to a washout at Point Isabel.
A few good feed potatoes are still left at
the Washington Market
Mr. W. McAllister is entertaining friends
from Trask. Bixe Nye.
' ' i in mi n. ,, .,
i 'ijsH ij i vli I Sin
PAGES TO 16.
SOME MEN I HATE MET 1
Jfr. George W. Childs Relates Some '
MAKING A START IS BUSINESS.
Anecdotes of Washington Irving and Na
A FIBST MEETKG WITH A GBEAT POET
IWairiXN TOB THX DISPATCH.'
George W. Childs has at last yielded to
the many importunities made to him for the
publication of his recollections of people
and things. Lippincott's Magazine for
June will contain the first of four chatty
articles, embodying the experiences and
reminiscenses of this very remarkable man.
By the courtesy of the publishers, we are
enabled to give our readers the following
extracts in advance of publication in the
"I want to set out by saying that I as
sure you, in kindness, exaggerate the inter
est the world takes in my affairs. Yon say
I am a successful man. Perhaps I am; and
if so, I owe my success to industry, temper
ance and frugality. I suppose I had always
a rather remarkable aptitude for business.
James Parton, at any rate, was. right in
speaking of me in his biographical sketch
as bartering at school my boyish treasures
knives for pigeons, marbles for popguns,
a bird cage for a book.'
''I was self-supporting at a very early age.
In my 12th "year, when school was dis
missed for the summer, I took the place of
errand boy in a bookstore in Baltimore at a
salary of $2 a week, and spent the vacation
in hard work. And I enjoyed it I have
never been out of employment; always found
something to do, and was always eager to do
it, and think I earned every cent of my first
money. When first at work in Philadel
phia I would get up very early in the mornw
ing, go down to the store, and wash tho
pavement and put things in order beforo
breakfast, and in the winter time would
make the fire and sweep out the store. In
the same spiritt when books were bought at
night at auction, I would early the next
morning go for them with a wheelbarrow.
And I have never outgrown this wholesome '
habit of doing things directly and in order. '
I would to-day as lief carry a bundle up
Chestnut street from the Ledger office as I
would then. As a matter or fact, I carry
bundles very often. But I understand that
certain young men of the period would scorn
to do as much."
STABHNQ IK LIFE.
Mr. Childs then speaks of the event3 of
his life from the time he entered theTJnited
States Navy, at the age of 13, and proceeds
to say: "I had saved enough money when
about 18 years old to go into business
for myself, so I set up a modest store in a
small room in the old Public Ledger build
ing. It was a success; I made money slowly
but surely. Meanwhile, it Is said of ma
that I aspired to higher things; that I was
even heard to say, 'I shall yet be the owner
of the Public Ledger.' If this is true, and
doubtless it is, I do not Eeem to have over
reached myself at that early age. '
"I was 21 years old when I entered the
book-publishing business under the firm
name of K.E. Peterson &r Co., afterward
Child & Peterson. One of our first books,
Dr. Kane's 'Arctic Explorations.' was a
great hit It did notlook at first as: though
"we had made a wise venttre. When
.work was readv tn i&tne T tnntr a gamr
cdVy and went over to New York to solicit
orders from the leading booksellers. The
largest would only give me a small order.
'Mr. Childs,' they said, you won't sell more
than 1,000 altogether.' They ordered at
first only 100 copies, but soon after sent for
5,000 more to meet the demand. Within
one year after the publication we paid Dr.
Kane a copyright of nearly $70,000. It was
the doctor s original intention to write only
a scientific account of the expedition in.
search of Sir John Franklin, but I per
suaded him to make of it the popular narra
tive he did, and he afterward admitted to
me that I was right in my suggestion.
When the manuscript was finished he sent
me a pathetic note, in which he skid: 'Here
you have the book complete, and, poor as it
is, it has been my coffin.' No doubt he had
then some premonition of the beginning of
the end ot his remarxabie career. He died
in Cuba within a year after receiving his
copyright money, and doubtless many pec-
pie remember well the splendid tribute ar
ranged for him; that funeral was one of the
most remarkable in history.
"We made another hit with Parson
Brownlow's book, oi which 50,000 copies
were ordered in advance of publication.
Other successful works issued by us wera
'Peterson's Familiar Science,' of which a
quarter of a million copies have been sold;
'Bouvier's Law Dictionary,' ''Sharswood's
Blackstone,' and Dr. Allibone's great
'Dictionary of British and American Au
thors.' It cost over $60,000 to publish this
last named importantbook in its three large
volumes, and a great deal of the credit for
the successful completion of the undertak
ing is due to the enterprise of the late J. B.
Lippincott, who brought out the last two
volumes upon my retirement from the book
publishing business in 1863. The following
year I purchased tht, Public Ledger. And
I want to say just here that much of the
success of the paper has been due to the
cordial and intelligent co-operation of my
friend, A. J. Dreiel."
KE2T HE HAS MET.
"I look back with genuine pleasure upon
my experience as a publisher. I was more
than prosperous in acquiring the friendship
of so many worthy men among the publish
ers, booksellers and authors with whom I
came in contact If I were to enumerate
them their pomes would fill a page of Xip
"I have personally known and corre
sponded with 'Longfellow, Emerson, Lowell,
Holmes, Whittier, John Lothrop Motley,
WiUiam Cullen Bryant, .George Bancroft,
W. H. Prescott, Fitx-Greene Halleck,
Nathaniel Hawthorne, Washington Irving'
and a score of other writers who have given
us an American literature.
"Washington Irving I remember well.
His was not a face one readily forgot A
kindly, humorous man, of big brain and
heart. I visited him several times at 'Sun
nyside;' he would go to sleep at dinner, but
his guests understood his physical weak
ness and respected it He was a very sensi
tive and nervous man. I saw his desk piled
np with papers, the last time I was there,
and remarked that he seemed to have a
heavy mail. It was shortly after the publi
cation of the first volume of his 'Life of
Washington.' Tes,' he said, 'I haven't
the courage to look at it I'm afraid to
learn what the critics are saying of my
I" Hawthorne was another sensitive man and
extremely shy. The last time we met was
under very distressing circumstances. He
was traveling South for the benefit of his
health, accompanied by his friend, W. D.
Ticknor, the publisher. They stopped at the .
ContinentaLHofel in Philadelphia, and both
come down to the Ledger office to call on
me. They were in excellent spirits, and
that was on Friday. It was agreed that
they should attend a party to be given the? '
next evening by Mr. Joseph Harrison.
These Saturday evening parties wera then a
feature of social life in Philadelphia.
Neither Ticknor nor Hawthorne came,
ereatly to our disappointment As no at.
planation of their absence was sent me, I
called on Sunday morning at the hotel and
went directly to their rooms. I knocked oa
the door, and. receiving, no answer, opened.
it and walked in. There I found Hawthorne