wgipiKlggtHsanraKgvaraaraBmgMHWpHraHQSja 2-BS?WJ5,W( jV" ,7 "X 10 ol fortune's hill and lias fallen from that dizzy height, experiences much greater happiness when he has accumulated wealth for the second lime, should he be so for tunate, than when he first became wealthy. He then has the happiness of paying his debts. The happiest moment of my life was when I paid the last dividend on all proved claims a gainst me and squared myself with the world on the 17th of last November. Nobody Thinks Himself Wealthy. "Wealth does not brine happiness, for no one thinks himself wealthy." This was the reply of Anthony J. Drexel, the million aire head of the well-known banking house of Drexel & Co., Philadelphia, and Drexel, Morgan & Co., New York. ".No man can ever be so rich that there will not be others wealthier than he is. and the knowledge of that fact will make him feel poor no matter how great his possessions. A man's expenses usually bear the same ratio to bis income whether he have 1,000,000 or only f 6,000. Consequently he is no better offin the former case than in the latter. "That there is practically no difference between what the world calls a poor man and a rich one. is well illustrated in the opera of 'Fstinitza.' A menial asks a (gratuity of a Turkish Pasha, saying, 'I am a poor man of low station. The Pasha, re fusing his request, answers, 'and I am a poor mar. of high station that is the only difference between us.' " They Keep On Making Money. "Riches, like everything else in life, are all vanity and vexation of rpirit," is the opinion of Eussell Sage, who may justly be called the largest capitalist in New York because he constantly keeps on hand the largest cash balance. "Do yon remember in Dickens 'Pickwick Papers' how when Sam Weller requested Mr. Stieeins, the deputy sheriff, to name his favorite com 'pound," the reverend centleman replied, 'O my dear young friend, all compounds is wanitv;' but, being pressed, said that he thought sweetened pineapple, rum and water savored less of "wanity' than any other "compound.' 1 "Well, it is a good deal the same with all (the things of this world. They are all 'wanity,' but most of us think that money getting and money-having savor less of ; 'wanity than anything else, 3nd so we keep on making and" hoarding till the end of time." More Pleasure In Pursuit. "I marvel that anyone should think hap piness depended upon wealth." It was John W. Mackay who spoke the bononza king, :and father-in-law to an Italian Prince. "Dur ing my early struggle I was happier than I 'have been since. I enjoyed fighting poverty and hardship to win wealth. When a laborer in a New York shipyard, when swinging a pick and shovel as a miner, I was as happy as I can ever be. I had faith in and hope for the future, and when I began to realize that hope by working hard, saving my money and watching my opportunities, what a happiness I experienced such a happi ness as the possession of my subsequent fortune has failed to give me." Money Nothing to Do Troth It. "Men are no happier when rich than when poor," said ex-Governor Alger, of Michigan, one of the wealthiest men in the Northwest, and a prospective Republican Presinental candidate. "How can they be? Do you think Bonner or Stanford any happier thriving Maud S or Palo Alto thin a $15-a-week clerk hiring a livery stable horse and driving out with his best girl? Not a whit, ,For EluO a poor man can own a horse that will give him just as much pleasure as a $41,000 Sunol. There you have the whole thing in a nut shell." Troubles of a Rich Man. "If you had 3ny idea of the many incon veniences of what the world calls wealthy you would never ask such a foolish question as 'Does wealth bring happiness?" " said Cvrus W. Field, the lather of the Atlantic cable and a fifteen times millionaire. ''First of all, thire are the begging letter-writers. Once let people think you are rich, and be fore a year has passed you will have received from people you never heard of before re quests for loans, gifts and offices of profit sufficient to exhaust the combined patronage of all the lord chancellors Great Britain has ever had and to break the Bank of Eng land. "A rich man must-live constantly in the public eye. Privacy is a stranger to him. The people want to know more about him, and the newspapers teem with paragraphs telling how he opens his letters, what he has for breakfast, and even how he puts on his trousers and shoes. An incognito is an im possibility lorhim. Everybody knows him, and hi; entrance into a shop is the signai ,Jor an increase of 25-per cent on everything he desires to purchase. "His reputed wealth makes him more or less an object of envy to everyone not so well oif, and he is very apt to be annoved with threatening letters from Socialists and cranks, if not actually made a target for their bullets. The whole life of Baron !Nathan Rothschild was made miserable in that way, and the late William H. Yander b:lt is said to have received many such ; letters. "These are a few of the many reasons why jthe answer to vour question, 'Does wealth (bring happiness?' must be a decided neg ative." A LcbSon at Newport. "Ineverrealized more forcibly that wealth does not bring happiness than one day at Newport," said Austin Corbin, the million aire banker and President of the Reading Railroad. "I had been moving along the fashionable drives scanning the faces of the passersby. All were evidently bored o death. The ladies, arraved in richest car riage toilets, seemed afraid to move lest they should disarrange their apparel. Not a ripple of laughter did I hear. All seemed to have arrayed themselves in their best and gone out to drive because it was a duty they owed to their social position to be seen among the other fashionables. Everybody's spirits seemed completely bowed down be neath the weight of fashion, decorum and etiquette, so inseparable from wealth. Leaving the four hundred elcmcnt,I drove to an unfashionable and remote part of the beach. There, in an eligible situation, at just the tight distance from the water for enjoyment, I saw a neat cottage adorned with the legend, 'Mrs. O'Donnelly's Indies, and gent's boarding house. Terms. S6 per week.' A number of athletic young men and a bevy of buxom, rosy-cheeked voung girls were congregated on the porch and lawn. What a contrast the charmingly, heathful and natural appearance of these voung people to that ot the blighted, arti- licial victims of fashion I had just left. tThey were all in negligee costume, and merriment, playfulness and health sparkled in every eye and rang out heartily from every lip. ' 'Oh,' I thought, 'if I could only escape from the fashionable prison, called a hotel by courtesy, where I am confined, with what inexpressible joy I would board at Mrs. O'Donnellv's.' " Vico President Morton's Opinion. "When I was a poor young man of 20 years, clerking iu a country store," said Vice President Levi I. Morton, the million aire banker, "I used to think that if by any wild freak of fortune I could ever accumu late 100.000, I should be the happiest man alive. Now that I posses: tbatamount, and possiblv a little more, I do not think I am really any happier than in my poorer early Oa VS. "The real fact is that when any of us snatch an hour from lite'o cares, to epjoy any of its pleasures, we enjoy them just as ni uch whether we are millionaires or paup ers, and for the time being we forget that we are either." ArrId Cling to Buddhism. It is reported of Sir Edward Arnold, that at a dinner at the Rokumeikan, in Tokio, before his departure for England, he adjured the Japanese not to go seeking after other religions, as in Buddhism they had a very good one of their own. THEY FROZE HOI OUT. Farmer Hopkins Moves Into an Aristocratic Neighborhood. GETS SKUBBEU ON EVERY SIDE. Industrious Habits That Made Him Ob noxious to ths Upper Ten. FORCED TO GET 0DT AT THB LAST rwBimx fob Tnn dispatch.1 Society in Bacillusville, L. I., is so ex clusive that only the malaria can get into it The wealth and fashion extend themselves along Greenlawn avenue, which is regarded as the finest street in the world by every body who lives on it. And without doubt it is worthy of remark, for it is lined with handsome residences, whose owners look out through their mosquito bars upon beauti ful and extensive grounds. The greatest vigilance is exercised by the elite to prevent any objectionable person from coming to live on Greenlawn avenue. It was by a "fluke," therefore, that a rusty old codger like Farmer Alphonso Hopkins secured the magnificent residence and corner lot which Broker Lemuel Skinner had lacked the time to dispose of previous to taking the fast mail for Canada. Skin ner had been one of the brightest orna ments of Greenlawn avenue, and his de parture was the more regretted because not even extradition proceeding could bring him back. Not a Very Ornamental Figure. There was nothing ornamental abont Farmer Hopkins Forty years spent in wresting vegetables from the unwilling bosom of Long Island had not given him those graces of language and bearing which had distinguished Skinner. Hopkins pos sessed snch a dilapidated and melancholy exterio- that one might have doubted whether he could buy land enough at SI an acre to secure a comfortable burial. For that reason his negotiations were not sus pected by the Greenlawn avenue people. and he bought the place quietly for cash, before they were aware of his intentions. He couid afford it, for a life of hard-fisted economy and au unexpected inheritance had made him rich. The Hopkins' took their new neighbors by surprise, and the first intimation of the true state of the case was derived from the sight of Alphonso iu a suit of faded blue overalls sitting on the front steps of his residence loading a clay pipe with plug tobacco. The gentle zephyrs of early May wafted the smoke to the aristocratic nostrils of Mrs. Roche-Jones, mistress of the mansion on ftvJfe A SfciglAorly Call. Alpbonso's left, as she was preparing to enter her carriage for an afternoon drive. She turned and looked at Alphonso with horror; he nodded pleasantly and called "good day, ma'am," in a voic which made the cultured air of Greenlawn avenue shudder. Hopkins Began to Feel Chilly. "I'm afeard them folks below us ain't goin to be neighborly," he said to Mrs. Hopkins when she appeared on the porch shortly afterward. "Oh, I would notborrv no trouble about it, father," replied Mrs. Hopkins. "The women lolks can most generally fix fffose things up quickest. I'll kind o' make an errend over there in the niornin', makin out as if I wnnted to borry a fiat or a little yeast. I can alters get acquainted with a woman best in her own kitchen." Mrs. Hopkins did not find Mrs. Roche Jones in her own kitcheu, which may ac count for the failure of her pacific mission. Neither did a similar visit to the residence of Mrs. Van Alpine, their neighbor on the right, result in the establishment of social relations. Then Alphonso tried the experi ment of smoking his after-supper pipe sit ting on the little ornamental fence which separated his grounds from those of the Roche-Joneses. He assumed an easy atti tude, calculated to draw Mr. Roche-Jones into friendly discussion of politics or the weather, but that gentleman only glanced out of the parlor window and scowled. The pipe of peace was equally powerless on the other side of the house, and Farmer Hop kins began to feel slighted. Bowed to All tVlthln Range. "Thev shan't sav't I ain't doin' mv duty j as a good neighbor," he said; and he con- linueu to unw curuiuiiy iu uvcryuuuy who came within range. But time began to hang heavily on his hands. For the first few days be had enough to do, looking aronnd the place and "slickin' it up." This occupation could not be prolonged indefi nitely, for the place was slick enough when Jtl Brewing Soft Soap he began; and he was soon at his wits' end for an occupation. Bred to a life ot perpet ual toil, he could not be relieved of the primal curse by the accident of an inherit ance. His daughters found practicing on the piano an agreeable substitute for household work. They enjoyed it much more than their neighbors did, for what they lacked in skill they made up in energy. But their horny-handed sire was ton old to get his exercise in the acquirement of graceful ac complishments. He needed something searching. Trimming up the trees around his house afforded him a relief which was small compared to the misery inflicted upon Van Alpines and Rocbe-Joneses by the spectacle of their new neighbor, clad in his rustic garments, seated on a limb and chaw ing a large mouthful of tobacco in time with the motion ot his saw. When all his own trees were trimmed, he volunteered to do as much for those in the surrounding grounds, but his offers were refused and he was forced to console himself by joining the -JJ'Mr-Adfi I M THE laborers employed by the town to care for the shade trees along the highways. Couldn't Find Enough to Do. , Thus he whiled away a few days, but be- fore long ennui attacked him again as vio-' lently as if he had known the society name for it. Then he painted his house. When the idea of doing this occurred to him, he accepted it as an inspiration. He occupied two days very pleasantly discussing with his wife the question whether to paint the house a reddish brown to remind them of the old homestead or a yellowish hue in memory of their late barn. It was finally decided to paint the back and front yellow and the two sides brown. Then Alphonso nixed his paints on the lawn; slung his lad ders and prepared for work. This frightfulj project broke the armed neutrality which had been observed hith erto by his new neighbors. Mr. Roche Jones ventured to call with a remonstrance. He said: "Mr. Hopkins, up to this time we have not troubled you with any " "Bless ray soul," cried Alphonso, "so that was why you hung back. Afraid of troublin' me." Waal now, I swan! I've WhacVjje Think the Critter Weighed t done you an injustice. Mother " he called to Mrs. Hopkins, who appeared in the front hall at this moment "here's Mr. Jones come over to see us and explain why he ain't been more neighborly. Seems that he thought we'd be busy, haviu' jest moved in, so he didn't want to trouble us." "No trouble at all, Mr. Jones, I'm sure," said Mrs. Hopkins, wiping her right hand on her apron as she advanced. "We'd a-been glad to see you or Mrs, Jones any day. Tell her to come over and brinir her sen in' work whenever she feels like it." Mr. Roche-Jones Conldn't Come at It. It was an unusual situation for Mr. Roche-Jones, but he endeavored to do his duty by those whom he represented. He tried a dozen times to introduce the subject of paint or to hint at the practices by which Hopkins had previously made himself ob noxious, but on every occasion he was inter rupted by exclamations of sordiality, which were evidently inspired by the notion that he was apologizing for the coolness which had been shown the Hopkins family. He had a strong suspicion that the Van Alpines and others were watching him from their windows; he was afraid Mrs. Hopkins would shake hands with him by main force; he saw one of the Misses Hopkins open the parlor window and sit down with her sister to play a piano duet, which was too evidently executed in his honor. He blushed for the first time in same years, stammered a few ex cuses and fled. "Mother." said Farmer Hopkins, "I knew that if we showed our bringin' up by behavin' right to these folks, we could win 'em round. I'm sorry I forgot to tell neigh bor Jones that I expect to have enough o' this red paint lelt over to touch up his house a little, if so be as he should feel the need of a change." He Invested In a Cow. Hopkins finished his house-painting with out further interruption. He lingered over it, knowing how badly be would feel when it was done, and he wab forced to be idle again. The work gave him opportunities for reflection, and he got an idea which promised a little steady occupation. Here solved to keep a cow. He could raise almost enough hay on the lawn to feed her, and no doubt his neighbors would be glad to take a little of the milk. Mrs. Hopkins approved, and the cow was purchased. If the unusual hue of the Hopkins' residence had not already made it the most conspicuous on the avenue, the sight of the cow roaming amid the tall grass on the lawn, would have been sufficient. Hopkins was famous. But the milk didn't sell well. Hopkins, making the circuit in the early morning, with his t&n-quart pail, met frequent re buffs, which he endured calmly, as a neces sary part of every business undertaking. Yet he didn't think his neighbors were help ing him as they should. But the cow didn't occupy all his time, that was the chief diffi culty. He occupied himself as much as he could with her, and loaded her with so many superfluous attentions that she doubtless led a very hard life. And yet he was not happy. Soft Soap In the Back Yard. Odd jobs helped him out a little. He helped his wife to make soft soap in the "back yard" one balmy day in June that is, the day was balmy before they began. The delightful odors developed by this process floated into Mrs. Roche-Jones' par lor, aud led that ladv to instigate proceed ings against Mr. Hopkins as a nuisance. Whereupon Mrs. Hopkins said that Mrs. Jones was a designing woman, who ought to read her Bible, and find out what happened to people who stirred up strife among brethren. But Mr. Hopkins rather enjoyed the ex citement of legal proceedings, especially as he won his case. Afterward he waylaid Mr. Roche-Jones on the street, and assured him that he had not "laid anything up agin' him." This welcome activity was soon over, and the necessity of work began to torture Hopkins again. At last he decided to lay in his stock of firewood for the winter, so he chopped down all the valuable shade trees in his lot, sawed and split them, and constructed a magnificent wood pile iu a very conspicuous position on his lawn, Straw That Broke tho Campbell's Back. When this was done he lavished renewed attentions upon his cow. He did everything for this mild-eyed beast which his ingenuity could devise, and at last when he could think of nothing else, he butchered her in the back yard. This led to a call from Mr. Van Alpine. "Mr. Hopkins," said he, "I want to speak of that unusual spectacle on you premises this morning. "Yes," said Hopkins, calmly; "how much do you think the critter weighed?" "I have no desire to kno'w, but " "Shojlwasin hopes I, could sell you a quarter. Down our way when a man kills a critter his neighbors most always take some of it off'n his hands." Mr. v an Alpine lost his temper. He threat ened legal proceedings, and when the failed to terrify Hopkins, he hinted at illegal pro ceedings by a vigilance committee. "Mother," said Mr. Hopkins, in report ing this interview to his wife, "I -don't think we can live among such heathens any longer. Soon's I collect our milk bills and salt down that beef I believe we'll pull up stakes." The milk bills met with an almost unani mont repudiation. Mr. Van Alpine said he'd take the case to the Supreme Court be fore he'd pay the 96 cents which Hopkins claimed. Two of his late customers got ruined on Wall street and another moved away without leaving his address. "I've tried to be a good neighbor." said Hopkins, addressing the family eircle on the last day be ore their departure; "but it wan't no use. This is mr list experiment with a high-toned .community." I HOWABD JTIELOnro, PITTSBURG - DISPATCH, WANE OF PKEJUDICE. Progress in a Century -in the Esti mate Pat on Woman's Wort, THE ABUSE OP FRANCES WIELAED la Kot So Effective as That Which Was Heaped on Hannah More. THE TWO WOMEN WERE MDCH ALIKE rwitiTTKS ran Tint dispatch, i The abuse heaped upon Miss Willard since the meeting of the Woman's Council in Washington by some of the bretbern of the press and others would seem surprising in these days, were it not remembered that nothing in the world is more stubborn and unreasonable than bigotry, prejudice, and superstition. Over 200 years ago Giordano Bruno, who was the iorerunner of the philosophy of to-day, who upheld Coperni cus and defended Luther, was burned at the stake for his opinions, and yet the old feel ing against him is still so strong in some quarters that a manifesto against a statue to his memory was promulgated throughout the world. Still that his name should be honored at all shows that iron-clad opinions do yield in the course of huhdreds of years. No people perhaps were ever more "sot" in their prejudices than the Puritans. Plymouth Rock itself was not more firmly founded than was their Calvinistic creed as to election unto salvation for the few, and predestination into eternal fire for the many. How far men will go in their obsti nate perversenesB and illiberality with re gard to freedom of thought is shown by the horrible fact that, by and with the consent of those who professed the religion of love, 900,000 women were burned at the stake as witches. These arc said to have been chiefly women who dared to think for themselves, who were in advance of their age, who were ptrhaps not so submissive and bumble as they ought to have been, or who mayhap stood in the way of those younger and handsomer. Still Room for Improvement. But, though the prejudices which would go to such extremes are modified to-day, and the age is growing more liberal, there are still men to be found to abuse women as unreasonably as did the austere and sour minded pietists and stubborn bigots of cen turies ago. The attacks upon Miss Willard to-day recall that famous old maid of Dr. John son's time Hannah More, "whose name is resplendent in English literature for exalted genius and devoted piety." Host men have the idea that women become old maids because they cannot get a husband. They are called "misfits" and are repre sented as bitter and ill-natured, and not at tractive enough to capture the fancy of a man. But not so with Hannah More. She became engaged to a lover named William Turner. After she had resigned her school and made all the preparations for her mar riage, the wedding was delayed by the fickle Turner. A second delay followed at his request, and then Hannah treated him to a cold and final refusal. No regrets fol lowed this brokn match for "had she be come Mrs. Turner, the world would have been deprived of the valuable services of Hannah More." T.vo other offers of mar riage she received, but they were declined. So the reproach cannot be flung at this famous old maid that she could not get a husband. Hannah Slore In Literature. For her first published poem she received 40 guineas, with the assurance from tho pub lisher that if Goldsmith received more for his "Deserted Village" he would increase her par to an equal amount. Her poem was a "fad" for a time, but that it was not equal to Goldsmith's is shown by the fact that Hannah's work has sunk into total obscurity, while the other is still a masterpiece. Her literary success, however, was so decided: that she gave up her school to her sisters and devoted herself to teaching the people through the press. Her political tracts, which were against the Jacobins and revolu tionists, were published in a cheap maga zine, which attained the great circulation of 1.000,000 copies. Among her stories was "The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain," which is still to be lound in almost every bandar school library in the land. "Calebs in Search of a Wife," "Practical Piety." "Religion and Morals" and others of her works had immense sales. They seemed to be adapted to the demands of the day and to touch a popular chord. Those were stirring times in England. The French Revolution had sent a wave of democracy through the hearts ot English workiugmen, and from every factory, mine and workshop, from every field and farm and village club came mutterings against monarchy and tokens of impending trouble. "The Government," says a writer, "was at its wit's end." Into the midst of this com motion of State and Church and people, a little tract upon "Village Politics, by Will Chip," made its way. She Quieted a Tempest: It was neither learned, nor perhaps logi cal, but it put things in such a way as to attract attention at once. The publisher could not supply the demand for this modest, yet powerful little work. "It took the pub lic mind by storm. The mutterings of dis content sood died away. What king and lords and Parliament; what the profound est statesmen, philosophers and divines of the age were unable to effect was accomp lished by the pen the pen of Hannah More." But with all her literary gifts Hannah was a practical reformer. She engaged in missionary work around her home. She established schools for the poor for secular instruction, and organized Sunday schools for religious teaching. This innovation brought upon her the most flagrant abuse and opposition from the clergy. The re ligious bigots accused her ot methodirmand disloyalty The antagonism she and her sisters encountered in their labors from the Established Church secmsalmost incredible. Her Schools Had to Go. One of their schools was broken up be cause of the .shocking depravity of "extem poraneous praying." However, after a long and hard struggle, the good work had I to tie given up, and the clergy had the sat isfaction ot shutting up the .Sunday schools and stamping out what they deemed the germs of heresy and revolution. But Hannah still had her pen and she used.it well until she was 89 years old. She made a comfort able fortune, and she and four sisters kept old maids' ball together until they had all attained a good old age. "What ! five women live happily together in one house?" said Dr. Johnson. "I will go to see you. I love you all five. I will go to Bristol on purpose to see you." Some of the dear brethren will tell us that this famous old maid missed her highest calling that she would have been better employed in quietly darning stockings in the chimney corner than in writing political tracts that she missed the highest felicity in life by not having buttons to sew on, or slippers to embroider for a husband. They will tell you. as did that brilliant Senator in the Michigan Legislature the other day, that "it is wrong to take a woman out of her kitchen." They will tell you as did Mr. Wilson not long ago that such an old maid, who in he interest of practical reform nscs tongue and pen, is aching "to read out the petticoat and hoist the banner of a pair of pantaloons." They will tell you that these "strong-minded old maids are tearing mad because they can't get husbands, and that is why they rave and growl and howl and fuss." The Hannah More of To-Day. Hannah More spent years of her life in teaching and training children, as has also Frances Willard. That such experience does not make them competent to write upon the subject of "raising children" is the opinion of the men who love and admire and marry weak-minded women. The story is told, however, that Hannah More was so J highly esteemed for her works on education SUNDAY, MARCH 22, and Christian morals that her advice and assistance were requested by the Queen for the training of the Princess Charlotte the heir of the English throne. "To remove prejudices is the bounden dnty of every .Christian," said this good old maid. This remark might well be con sidered by those who sneer and jeer at the women who aecept the teaching and ex amples of the great apostle to live single lives, and who find their calling in works of benevolence and philanthrophy. In Han nah More's day the "bine stockings" were derided and abused more than even "the strong-minded women" of to-day, .but she lived at the "top of ber intellectual life," and continued to teach the multitude the beauties of practical piety and the principles of justice, charity, patience and forbear ance. The inculcation of social virtue was her most earnest desire. She had her share of "cruel Blockings," misrepresentations and calumnies which are always the tribute ot envy to eminence. Opposition From the ChdVohmen. That Hannah More should find her most determined opponents and strongest antag onists among the church people, who prayed every Sunday to be delivered from envy and hatred, and malice, and all uncharitable ness, would seem strange did we not remem ber how bitterly Brother Buckley, of the New York Advocate, fonght against the ad mission of Frances Willard as a delegate to the General Conference of the Methodist Church; how the Presbyterian brethren op posed! Miss Smiley in her Bible readings, how "dead sot" against the discussion of "the woman question" is Brother Vincent, of Chautauqua, how fully persuaded are Brother Dix and other eminent men of the pulpit that the women who feel "called" upon to preach arc entering upon the broad road that leadeth to destruction and will draw all men after them. How slow are many men to learn liberal ity! How rooted and grounded they are in prejudice! How loth to surrender super stition! How like are some of our parsons to Bishop Warburton, of whom Hannah says iu one of her books: "He was a Goliath in talents and learning!" He wielded a massive .club and dealt most ponderous blows, but he attacked with the same power ful weapon1;, not only the enemies, but the friends of Christianity who happened to dif fer with him on some points. TVhnt Was Tanght in Her Schools. The fact is that Hannah More was a little bit of Methodist. Like Susannah Wesley,' "she was a zealous church woman, with a rich dowry ot non-conforming virtues." In the Sunday Schools, which so roused the wrath of the church authorities, were tanght the catechism, the spelling book, the prayer book, the Bible and Watt's Hymns. A very innocent course of study it would seem from the standpoint of to-day, but then from the fight over it, it might be supposed that this good woman was destroying the loundations of church and State. However, the bishops triumphed and the schools had to be given up. Iu her early days Hannah More wrote some successful plays, one of which netted her $3,500 for 12 nights. She became con vinced, however, from what she saw of the atrical amusements that "their effects were dangerous to morals and hostile to Christian virtue," and she decided to confine her talents to such writings as would tend to promote practical pietv, patriotism and intel lectual cultivation. But while she no longer exercised her gift for dramatic writing, she always maintained her friendship with David Garrick, the tragedian, and his wife. Among her numerous friends were Sir Joshua Reynolds, Dr. Johnson, Edmund Burke, Wilberforce, Goldsmith, Mrs. Mon tagu, and Mrs. Carter, the last of whom Dr. Johnson pronounced to be the best Greek scholar in England. The Advance of a Century. The parallel between the lives of Hannah More of 100 years ago and our beloved red headed spinster, Frances Willard, gives an opportunity to measure the advance of a century and to gauge the power of prejudice. Hannah More, with her great intellectual gifts, her ability to impress the people, her pursuance of practical piety and benevolence, her untiring zeal iu all good works, was a potent force in society that gave to her the rank of a world's benefactor. In these days she would be set down as too austerely pions, but the "odor of sanctity" was none too strong in her time. But with all her be nevolence, niety, and zeal, perhaps no good woman of the eighteenth century was ever more scandalously abused and vilified by the brethren of the church, and those who called themselves Christians. Frances Willard with her zealonsdevotion to the good of mankind, with her gift of eloquence, and power of pen, with her loyally to religion and patriotism also finds her most determined opponents in the church, and among those who profess the religion of love. But that the world does move is shown by the weakness of the opposition all . along the line. "The powerlu! weapons" now are flung at her because she is an old maid, because she is ambitious for place, because she has a taste for politics, because she wants to de grade herself by preaching, because she wants to wear the breeches all of which Frances, with an organized force of COO, 000 women at her back, can easily afford to stand. Bessik Bkamble. LEAVES FKOM THE AUTHOES. A New Intellectual Game That Is Likely to Become Very Fopnlar. Ajjretty game for the entertainment of an evecjus company without resorting to cards or dancing is called author's potpourri, and is a form of intellectual entertainment that is becoming more popular each year, says the Detroit Free Press. A large number of leaves are to be made of tissue paper of the pale green shades, or if preferred of a perfect rainbow of colors. After ing carefully shaped as in the be ne- Shape o the Leaves. companying diagram they are dented down the center and prettily crinkled over a knitting needle; one side is then folded over and a small card-shaped paper with a de sirable quotation written on it is gummed to the end. Very lightweight paper is best for the latter purpose. Wheu the company is ready for serving, the dish holding the" leaves is passed, arid each guest selects one and upon reading the quotation gives the name of the author. If he does this correctly the leaf is his. If he fails the leaf is returned and at the next The Boquet of Quotations. passing of the dish another Is selected. Some will soon collect a large bono net of leaves and to the one having the largest number a pretty prize is given. A small book, containing all the quota tions and tbe names of the authors written opposite each other, is to be furnished to the awarding committee- hi 1S91 GOSSIP ABOUT MfiN. Ei-Secretary Bayard Became a States man by His Brother's Death. STORIES OF EDITOR GREELEY. He Was Eccentric and Was Stung to Death bythe Presidental Bee. HOW TWO GREAT LAWMAKERS MET ICORnlSFOKPKNCI OT TUB DISPATCH. I Washington, March 21. I understand that ex-Secretary Bayard will re-enter po litical life during the coming campaign. I got some new information concerning him at Philadelphia the other day. It was from G. W. Vernon, the editor of the Wilming ton Republican, a man 70 years of age, and one of the oldest editors of the United States. Said he: "Yes, I have known Tom Bayard since he was a boy. He was the son of James A. Bayard, Senator of the United States, and succeeded his father in tbe Senate. His father resigned in order that he might have a place in the Senate, and the Bayards have for years had a sort of right to the Senator ship from Delaware. James A. Bayard was a finer looking man than Tom. He was six feet tall and had a magnificent head. He 'was a good lawyer, but not an extraordi- anly hne speaker, ile went to jsew lore and tried to practice law there, but did not succeed, and I happen to know that John M. Clayton gave him the money which brought him back to Delaware. He needed $1,000 and Clayton lent it to him. I have no doubt that he afterward paid bim. He Is Not a Money Maker. "I suppose Tom Bayard is worth about $100,000. He has not been a money maker, and the most that he has, he has gotten by marriage. He got some with his first wife, and he got something with the wife whom he has now. He lives very nicely at Wil mington, and has hung out his shingle and is again practicing law. He has not a very large practice, but I suppose it pays very well. He started life, you know, as a mer chant, and it was then the intention to make his brother, James Bayard, the statesman of the family. Tom was sent to Philadelphia to go into a store, but James Bayard died and they sent for Tom and brought him back to Wilmington and educated him as a statesman. He studied law and took his seat, while he- was vet a young man, iu the United States Senate." "Where did yen do your first newspaper work, Mr. Vernon?" "I began life as a printer," said Mr. Ver non, "and I was apprenticed in West Ches ter, Pa. While I was working at the trade Bayard Taylor was an apprentice in the same office, and he there began his newspa per career. He was a tall, thin yonng man, with a bare face and very dark hair. He was rather handsome looking. Shortly after he had finished his apprenticeship he went on to a paper at Phcenixville, Pa. Bayard Taylor's Newspaper Failure. "I think he started the paper, but it failed, and he then took np his idea of going to Europe. The Evening Post, of Philadel phia, and the United 6tates Gazette each agreed to pay him $50 for his loreign letters, and he left for Europe with $110 in his pocket. Horace Greeley'gave him an order for a certain number of letters, making the stipulation that they must be good enough for him to use, and in this way he became connected with the Tribune, which con nection he kept up all his life. "He was a very brilliant fellow, and he wrote somewhat while he wa at the print ing office in West Chester. He then signed himself James Bayard Taylor, and he -was named after James A. Bayard, of Delaware. After his majority he dropped the name of James, and signed himself simply Bayard Taylor. His first book bore on its title page the name James iiayard Taylor. 1 saw him several times during the latter part of his career. He had then grown very fleshy, and I believe that his death was hastened by his drinking too much German beer. He was very popular in Germany, and he got too fond of German lager." How Greeley Objected to Fool-Selling. Speaking of Horace Greeley, a man who worked under him in the Tribune office gives me the following: "Like many edi torial proprietors iu the United States," said he, "Greeley was 'not supreme in his own newspaper office. Some of his men were better news men than he was, and their judgment as to the policy of the paper was better than his. At one time the races were on in New York,'and William F. G. Shanks was city editor of the Tribune. Tnere was a great excitement as to the races, and the pools in New York sold very high. "Shanks reported these sales and while he was doing so Mr. Greeley, coming down Jrom his country home, met bim and said: 'Mr. Shanks, I don't want the reports of that poolselling published in the Tribune. This paper is a high-toned family paper, and I think it is better to keep all gambling and poolselling out of it. Do you under stand ?' " 'Yes,' said Shanks, 'but I thought it was a matter of news and the people were interested in it.' "'It don't make any difference,' said Greeley; 'it's a bad thing and I don't want it." " 'All right, said Shanks, and with that Greeley left. The Editor Disobeyed Orders. "Shanks still thought the matter was too good to lose, and, hoping that the old man would forget it, he printed the report again next day.. Greeley came down to the office in a rag'e, called up Shanks and said: 'How's this, Mr. Shanks? I thought I told you to leave those pool sales out of the paper. I want you to understand that this is more ot a Sunday school sheet than a Police Gazette, and IJwant them left out.' "Oh," said Shanks, "I'm sorry they got in. I know yon ordered them out, but my reporter evidently did not understand it and they slipped in." "During these last two days, however, the races had got-botter and hotter and Shanks, again hoping that Mr. Greeley would forget it, put them in. He then waited in fear and trembling for his editor, and it was not late the next day when Greeley came in, in a towering but helpless rage. He had a thin, squeaky voice, and be sbriked out as soon as he saw Shanks: "Blank, blank you. Shanks! Didn't I tell' you to leave those pool sales out of the paper? I'm going to punish you. 'I will see if I can't be master in my own office! Blank blank you! If you put those pool sales in the paper again 1 will have you indicted by thee rand jury." By this time, however, the races were over and the pool selling stopped." How Greeley Treated Tliad Stevens' tetter. "No one could disturb Greeley wheu he was busy writing," this man went on. "He was gruff even to rudeness, and he would pay no attention to any caller "whoever it might be. One day a man came in with a letter from Tbaddeus Stevens. He was a prominent man in Pennsylvana. He got in some way past the watchdogs at the door and into Greeley's sanctum, where, in an old gray duster, with his big herd nearly touching the paper upon his desk, he was scratching away. He did not look up as the man came in, and the man stood awhile waiting to be noticed. "As Greeley did not look up, he finally said: 'Mr. Greeley, I have a letter of in troduction which Thaddeus Stevens asked me to present to you.' Greeley said noth ing, and did- not give a sign tbat he had beard the remark, aud the man laid down the letter in front of him and sat down. After sitting about ten minutes, and getting no sign of recognition from Mr. Greeley, he became interested in tbe situation and stepped up and pushed the letter of intro duction down onto Greeley's manuscript. Greeley did not look up, but keeping his pen still going, he took his lelt hand, and with his thumb aud forefinger snapped the letter off the other side of tbe table. Didn't Get Much Satisfaction. The an was more angry than ever, but M&Ji&'i-i.sr. i'j&ti 'j..iuj ggwwBgagaii there was a certain humor in the occasion and he pioked up the envelope, took out the letter, opened it and laid it before Greeley, and Greeley kept on writing. The man then pushed the letter slowly down again on to Greeley's manuscript so thai he could not fail to see the signature of Thaddeus Stevens at the bottom. Greeley waited till it got almost to bis pen and then he flipped it awav again, saying in that high-strung squeaky tone, but withont looking up, 'Well, how is old Thad anyway?' and kept on writing. It was half an hour before the man got anything out of him and when he did, his interview was cnt short by Greeley again going to work." When Greeley made that tonr of his around the country as presidental candidate, he made a scries of the most brilliant speeches that ever came from tbe stump. He spoke at every railroad station and nearly always said something new. I have talked with men who traveled with him during that campaign. Tbey tell me he was moody and unsociable, relapsing into an almost idiocy while be was in tbe cars. He would protest against going out to speak when the train stopped, but when dragged before the crowd, he would brighten up and would make great speeches. There is little doubt tbat be died insane and there is little doubt in the minds of many that his presi dental ambition had much to do with his death. How Senator Bate Visited Andrew Jackson. Senator W. B. Bate comes from the Nash ville district of Tennessee, and he went to school as a boy within a few miles of the Hermitage. His teacher was the preacher of the Hermitage, and he describes a visit which he once paid to Andrew Jackson in company with this person. "It was during the last years of Andrew Jackson's life," said he. "When we entered the house we saw Mr. Jackson sitting in an arm-chair at one end of the hall with his big white hat adorned with its black band beside him. He had a gold cane in one hand and a long pipe iu tbe other. He laid down tbe pipe as we came in, arose and offered his hand to Mr. Hume, and then turning to me asked as to what was the name of the young ster he had brought with him. He told him tbat'I was one of bis Sumner county boys and that my name was Bate. He asked me if my grandfather was not one of his old officers, mentioning his name, and I replied that he was. I remained at the Hermitage for two days, and upon leaving he gave me some very nice peaches and told me to take them home aud plant the stones. I'did so and they produced a very fine variety of peach. This was as far back as 1844,'and the trees were bearing at tbe time of the war." How They Got Acquainted. Senator Jones and Representative Laid law have been in Congress together for several years, but never met until the past session. Their introdnction came through a little talk on silver in one of the cloak rooms of tbe House. Laidlaw seeing Jones, and evidently taking him for an ex-Congressman or a stranger who had in some way slipped into the Holy of Holies, the inner sanctum of the House, accosted him and asked him what he thought of the silver bill of last session. Senator Jones made no bones of saying just what he thought of silver. Laidlaw straightway differed from him, and the discussion soon began to wax warm. As the talk grew loud other. mem bers gathered around and listened, and Laidlaw, in a bulldozing way, tried to bluff Jones, and laughed at his arguments. At last, not dreaming he was talking to Senator Jones, he said: "I don't know of anyone who has as fool ish ideas on tbe subject as you have, except tbat cranky Jones, ot the Senate. who says," and here he quoted from one of Jones' speeches. "But Jones don't know what he is talking about. No one thinks anything of his opinion and he is a first-class crank." "If you think so, I guess we had better discontinue our discussion," said the now irate Senator. "Who are you anyhow?" "I am a member of the House of Repre sentatives, sir," said Laidlaw. "From the State of New York, sir, and my name is Laidlaw, sir. Now perhaps, sir, you will tell me who in tbe devil you are, sir?" "Oh," said Senator Jones very coolly, "I am a member of Congress from Nevada, and I belong on the other side of the Capi tol and my name is Jones!" Tableau! Frank G. CAitPESTEB. ARSENIC ON THE WALLS. Evidence That the Boston Homeopaths Got Excited "VTIthont Came. Philadelphia Upholsterer.: The death of Samuel C. Cobb, of Boston, which a postmortem examination discloses to have resulted.from cancer, was rather a surprise for the Homeopathic Medical So ciety, for they had used his case as an ex ample of arsenical poisoning. They agitated the subject rather lively, and brought for ward m'any imaginative folks who knew that they had been poisoned some time or other by tbe arsenical green in their wall papers, curtains or carpets, and tbey ap plied for legislative protection, and asked that a law be passed prohibiting the use of this poison in manufactures. Now, how ever, tbe 20 leading American manufact urers of wall paper take oath that they do not use arsenic in any way. One of these manufacturers writes: "Since tbe days of burning witches there has never been a more ridiculous scare. Wall paper dealers the world over have never suffered. Salesmen who are continually handling wall paper never fall victims to itsinsidiouspoison. Color mixers, many of whom have for a half century or more spent tbeir entire waking time with bare arms to the shoulders in colors, mixing them and stirring them up continually never sutler, although these same men not infrequently eat their lunches with hands loaded with colors. Again, arsenic is one of the most expensive materials that can be used for producing these color effects, and for that reason, if for no other, it would not be to the interest of the wall-paper manu- j facturers to use it, when cheap substitutes are easily obtainable." COLOBADO'S NEW KLDOKADO. Fortunes That Are Coming Oat ot the Grodnd Out There. A Western Congressman gives the follow ing glowing talk about the new mining re gions of Colorado: One of the best of tbe new regions is that about Aspen. It will produce more than $9,000,000 worth of ore this year. Leadvllle produces an average of abont $15,000,000 annually. It some times rises as high as $18,000,000 and some times falls as low as $12,000,000, and this average of production has been kept up for more than 11 years. The mining region of Colorado is practi cally inexhaustible. New mines are being opened every day and I doubt not but that more than $35,000,000 will be turned out during the next twelve months. It is admitted that there are $11,000,000 worth of ore in sight at Aspen. One of the most successful miners in the West is Dave Moffat, the man who was bulldozed out of a fortune by a man at his bank at Denver not long ago. He owns the Frank lin, which is paying very well. The ore of this mine is of a high grade, and a wngon load of it has been worth rs much as $26,000. The Smuggler is a good producer. The Molly Gibson looks like a jewelry shop, the silver'is so apparent. Henry Gillipsie, who went out to this region on snow shoes, made a fortune out of the Spar and the Smuggler, and he had $4,000. He lost all this, and then got an interest in the Molly Gibson, which is now worth $500,000 to him. HE KNEW TOO MUCH. A. Baby That Came Into the Wrld Talk Ins Soon Passed Oat. In the suburbs of tbe Siogwei district, in Kuangtung, China, recently, a child was born who could call "papa" and "mamma" as soon as it saw light The villagers con sidered anything out of the common would bode no good to the family, and advised the parents to do away with .the child. Tbe husband and wife were ignorant and hard hearted enough to fellow the suggestion. ..i.f?-ftt-a .,JtMmk jtwmtiw TALES OF A PIONEER; .- Gen. William Ilnmphrejs' Story of 'j the Broderick-Terry DneJ. HOW A WATCH ONCE SAVED A LIFE. A House and Lot Wagered Against $20,000 on the Tnrn of a Card. JOnJi H'CDLLODGH IN CALIFORNIA IWBITTEf TOO THE DISPATCn.t Storie3 by '49irs are always interesting, and no one tells them better than' General William Humphreys, a native of Philadel phia, and brother of General A. A. Hum- ' phreys, of the regular army. At the Girard House in the Quaker City the other day he told me about the Broderick-Terry duel. "If every man is said to have a wild beast in him," said the General, "a Cali fornia politician of the period between '49 and '60 must have had two wild beasts iu him. The two interesting figures in Cali forniapolitics when I began to tike any in terest in public affairs were Judge Terry and John C. Broderick. Both these men had great and lovable qualities and ought to have lived ont their days in peace, for- Doin met tragic deaths, Urodenctc by Terry s pistol and Judge Terry at the hand of Judge Field's United States Marshal. Both men were singularly gifted with the fascination of peTsonal magnetism. Terry was the net result of Southern culture and the best Southern training in scholarship. He was a delightful conversationalist, a graceful and forcible orator, not unlike the brilliant and gifted United States Senator Ed Baker, who met his heroic death at Ball's Bluff. It is said that Terry never lost a friend onca made, but he was a very hotspur in temper. California Couldn't Hold Both. " 'Broderick, a fire laddie,' from New York, developed fast in the hothouse of California politics. He was a manly man, faithful to his friends; a direct, positive and aggressive character; a nature that could not and would not brook opposition. Tho laws of California as then administered conld not stop two such men from shooting each other; that one or both should die was ' the natural outgrowth of the California idea of 'reciprocity' in mortal combat. A mis taken idea prevails in the North first, that Broderick did not want to fight, and second, that he was unfamiliar with the code and ignorant of the proper use of dueling pistols. "Not so. Broderick had graduated in a ' good school in the Bowery. Fighting was as'natursl to him as eating his breakfast. He well knew that California was not big enough for Terry and himself. That he was perfectly aufait with dueling methods was shown in tlie first duel. He was killed in the second. 'Extra Billy Smith', once in ante-bellum days Governorof Virginia, had a bright son in California, who was an ar dent advocate of Buchanan, and young Smith, full of the fire of 'old Virginny, challenged Broderick to fight a duel, the oc casion growing out of one of Bro'derick's speeches attacking James Buchanan. The fight came off at the edge of a beautiful grove near San Francisco, in the presence of 2,000 people. The distance had been paced off, the principals stood facing each other, when Broderick tried to hand me his gold watcb. A Watch Saved His life, "I waved my band, saying: 'Keep your watch on; it may be of service.' And sure , enough, it was, Smith's bullet struck square the open face of Broderick'a watch. He reeled and was about to fall when caught in the arms ol his second. He was unhurt, being stunned momentarily by the force of the bullet, which lodged and flattened against the gold case of the watch. Both parties shook hands and that duel ended. "It was intended that tbe Broderick Terry duel should take place in public and in the same spot that witnessed the Smith Broderick duel, bat the high contending' parties to tbat tragi: affair were both ar rested by tbe city police and held under $10,000 bonds to keep the peace. This did not stop the duel, but it put an end to pub licity. It was not beeanse Broderick was a bad shot that he was killed in his fatal duel with Judge Terry. He simply had a presentiment that he was going to be killed, he was always su perstitious; he was so nervous that his pistol went off before the word 'fire,' and Broderick's bullet falling harmlessly at Terry's teet, tbe bullet of tbe fiery Judcs sped in Us unerring aim straight to the vital spot io. tho body of tho hie Senator. His alleged dy ing exclamation. Tbey have killed me because 1 upposed the extension of slavery and a cor rupt administration,' was always said to be the air-arawn aagger oi a California reporter's brain. Those who ought to know say that this sentence, which soon rang through tbe North like a bngla call to arm was born of the brill iant pen of John W. Forney, of Philadelphia, who was a devoted personal friend of Seuator lirodericlr. The Barr-Hamllton duel did not create a nrofounder sensation in America than did the klllingof John U. Broderick; ltchanged the faco of California politics and 'lerry, still the center ef an aamirlng and devoted coterie of friends (for he was the most charming ot men), received a wound in tbe public estima tion from which he never recovered.' " A Story of the faro Table. General Humphreys is fnll of stories of early California life. Here is one he told me: The feverish desire to make gain swiftly made the early settlers of California a nation of gamblers, it was not an unusual thing at Billy Owen's back room to see a man walk in and lay down a certificate of deposit for 510,000 on the ace, having first asked the banker to cover his bet. I once saw a rich horseman come in and tiring of "piking along with $500 bets n a single card he nonchalantly tapped on the high card with his pencil as he said: 'Mr. Dealer. I'll just co you on the high card my three-story brick boue near tbe Palace Hotel against your J20.0C0,' and drawing ont of his pocket his deed the better laid these on tne ten spot Done.' said the dealer, who was likely to have a $10,000 bank roll in his pocket and a reserve fund of $100,000 in a small safe in thecornerof the gambling hell. Quietly tbe outside betting went on, and nearly all the cards were put, the aco being the. -soda' card and three aces still in the box. The deed lay on tbe ace. At last, when king, queen, jack and tbrce aces were tbe only cards in the box, the better said: 'Hold, dealer: I'm tiled of tbat ace: it's going to split. I want to pnt my brick honso un the king. Are you agreedr Certf exclaimed the dealer. He pulled. Out came . the king, failing at tbe right of tbe dealer. Too bank lost. The man with the brick house won $20,WX). 'How will you have your moneyr said .Mr. Dealer. "Check," laconically an swered tbe lncky gambler. Tbe dealer's side partner filled ont a check for the winner, wbilo '.. the game went on." Itecoilectlons of John JlcCnlloagh. Speaking of McCullough. tbe tragedian. Gen-; eral Humphreys said: ...J "The California Theater in Bash street was'-1 bnilt for Actor John McUulIongb. Ho was a 2 lion of the first magnitude. From the first-- night ho started the 'gallery gods' and the pit' rose to him. His muscular rendering of Spartacus, and his snbllme patriotism in Vir ginia took California by storm. Mackey, of the 'erada Bank, took to him from the first night and soon opened tbe way for one 'deal out of which McCulIoagh realized $70,000 In the rise of 'Opbir stock.' but while spending money with the air of a 'matured magnltlcio' the actor was entirely destitute of the passion' of avarics or the ordinary inspirations of tbritt or desire to save. Tbe last year McCnllougb played at the California Theater bis net income was 168. 000. bat when bo died bis entire estate did not realize 23,000. when, in fact, he earned outside oi his several successful adventures In minin; stock, under Mackey's fruitful management, overSoOU.OOQ. "In tbe midst of 'Virginias one night, when tbe 'noble Koman' condemns his own son to the executioner's ax. I once saw a doen cow-' ' boys rise up in the pit and brandish tbeir re volvers under the artistic inspiration of 'bug juice.' with the wild inslstment that tbe actur should stop the slaughter of his first-born. One cow-puncher, a trifle wilder than tbe rest. tbrew on the stage at McCallough's feet a bag. of gold-dust containing $1,000, his votive offering , of admiration to the actor's oveimastering genius. Needless to say McCnllougb bad the cowboy sought for and found tbe next day, and bis gold-dust returned to him when tbe prefer vid cowboy was discovered cold sober. His funeral at St. George's Hall. Phil-,., delpbia. with tbe diapason of soalfol and -exquisite music, the multitudinous flowr,v and the heart-warm tears of many hundreds' who wept over the bier of tbe great-hearted actor recalled to ms the beautiful sentence of' Scripture, .'Behold how they loved bim.' " .' iSf giobox sxMnrx.,3r -?
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