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THE SCRAXT025" TRIBUNE SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 9, 1895.
Of and About the
Makers of Books.
There is nothing In Ibsen's latest
play, ''Little Eyolf," (which comes to
us as the first number of a meat new
Berles of books published by Stone &
Kimball, Chicago, and called the Green
Tree' Library), that by any stretch of
stage requirements could le made the
basis of a sufilclent production before
the average playhouse audience. In
consequential characters It Is virtually
limited to throe; in dialogue it la prosy,
while In movement It is nil. Yet read
In the quiet of the study, "Li ttle Eyolf
impresses one vividly and vigorously
as a piece of homlletlc literature dar
ing in theme and original in treatment.
We may be permitted to brlelly sketch
ttflvew situations as follows: Allmors,
a young author, is it necessary to add,
poor? mairrieaKlta, a young and beau
tiful heiress. For seven years they live
'the'ilife pt healthy,, pnsVlonate and self
ish youth; he pretending to write a
book, lils masterpiece, and ehe, not
unlike, a modern Cleopatra, infatuat
edly devoted to 'her husband. At the
end of this period, a son is born to
' the.m Little Kyolf 'they name him
and later, during a moment of parental
neglect, 'having Its origin almost in
shame, .-the child falls from hls high
chair and Is permanently crippled. In
stead of feeling for the victim of their
passion, AMmers and Itita become
more arid moro forgetful of him, until
at last the liner fiber of 'the father re
Volts,, he escapes to the mountains, and
there, amid the solitude' and the fast
nesses, he breathes buck the pure air
if his early manhood and returns, de
termined to beii'tl'a. father should,
It 1 at the moment of his return that
the dramatic pursonae lire introduced
to us. The wife, yearning and sensual,
liad prepared as Ills welcome, a baccha
nalian feast, the seductiveness of which
.was iheightened by various devices, not
forgetting her own beautiful appear
ance in deshabille. This feast he
spurns. .. She upbraids, him. Accusa
tions and recriminations . pass. Hus
band and wife analyze each other's
weaknesses, as only husband and wife
can; and in a petulant outburst of
jealousy Rita reviles her crippled son,
who has "come between her and her
husband," , and 'wishes .he had never
been born. Just then, there is a noise
among the fishermen beside the near
by fjord; a cry of alarm; and father
and mother rush to the balcony, only
to see a crutch float by, and to learn
that Little Eyoli 'has been drowned,
none of the fisher folk trying to save
him. The episodes of alternating grief
end anger and self-revllement which
follow.this tragedy are poorly fitted for
representation on a stage, but they are
most forcibly brought home in the text
' of the play. Indeed, fur two acts these
constitute the moving impulse of the
dialogUa. A supposed sister of All
mers, his confidante and frequent com
panion, turns out to be no sister at all;
and escapes from the thenceforth dan
gerous companionship by deciding sud
denly to marry a hitherto rejected
lover. The Jia.'-Band, confirmed by
. Eyolf's1 death ifi emptiness of a life
'given over whipfly 'tilthe erMper e-k
a separation from, ltitu; but in talking
it all over with her" he discovers that
Little Eyolf's death has chastened her,
also; and they decide, at the conclusion,
to devote the remainder of their lives,
together if possible, to the relief of suf
fering children of the poor, having
been led to this determination by the
recollection that it was because they
had, .during the seven years of their
selfishness, done absolutely nothing for
the poor fisher folk at their very door
that those folk had lifted no hand to
save .crippled Little Eyolf from the
cruel waters of the fjord.
This, all too hastily and Inadequately
sketched, Is the fiction by which Ibsen
has sought to convey the two-fold les
son of the accountability of those who
are rich. foV thu conditions of the poor
surrounding them; and also the insuf
ftciency, to civilized and refined na
tures, of' a social union founded pri
marily upon the mere physical attrac
tions of sex. It Is not a play to be acted.
Ir the first place, it could not be acted,
eo as to bring out Its depths and sub-
" fettles of meaning; and, In the second,
if thus acted It would not be understood.
But it Is a fiction that in the reading
of It admits of no equivocations or eva
sions. It shoots its teachings straight
end clear to the' mark; and transfixes
them in the mind by a most effective
employment of words. We have not
hitherto been an enthusiastic admirer
of. Ibsen.. The. message In such "prior
iwerks of his as we have been privileged
to, read Is one more cynical than charit
eble It has been a' message of con
tempt for the depressed masses; of con-
' de'scenslonand almrjst of scorn for them.
But here, for tboiiflrst ".time, .we have
hini preaching Cb fcsfa spiritual gospel
of tolOTarrce anharlty almost of com
passion for the po6r end the'urrfortu-
ivate. There .Is ncr scorn foe" misfortune
1 In "Little Eyolf;" there i scorn only
for lust, unpurlfled animalism, and for
hypocrisy. These Ibsen ' fr&ys with a
robust zeal .which is characteristically
Norwegian; but that done, his Ire mel
lows into a grand benlgmincy and he
actually makes as the lust command in
his decalogue: ','Love and care for those
who are beneath you." It is a new role,
en unexpected role, .but withal a gra
, Clous and a commimdable role; and the
world will certainly be pone the worse
tor it. " ...
"Vistas" Is the name 'of a second
number in the Green Tree library. Its
author is William Sharp; and his vistas
of thought comprise jerky Intermix
tures of Norse psychology, Howelllan
realism, erotic Impulse and just plain
foolishness. : These . vistas ore - com
posed dn the form of the one-act dra
matic writings made familiar to us by
Clyde Fitch, but Jacking about 'every
thing that we found agreeable in
Fitch's workmanship. We do not de
sire to burden our readers with very
much concerning Mr. William Sharp.
Bift we will Inflict upon them, as a
, specimen ad nauseam, a short digest of
: the theme of one of the vistas that
one entitled "A Northern Night." It
concerns a young1 Seorch lassie, soon to
be reluctantly married to a man thrice
her age;ia young Scoteh lad who is her
lover,.and one or two minor personages,
' including an invisible, impalpable yet
very-much-ln-evldence ghost, or psychic
exhalation if "you prefer, The short of
It is that the lad and the lassie, violat
ing -social decorum, skate away, on a
'winter's night, to a remote and tenant
ries house, where Eros conquers duty,
only to be in turn chilled and horrified
by. the sudden, unseen, yet subduelng
presence of the aforesaid wraith. In
the morning they skate homeward, to
' find that the aged husband-to-be had
died at tho moment of their transgres
Some of the Latest Volumes
To Issue from the Press.
sion. One wishes, as he reads this book,
that William Sharp was placed where
his throbbing phantasies of a perturbed
brain might seek some more respectable
The magazines for February as a
rule are devoid of startling contents.
Tho chief feature of the Chautauquan
Is a vividly drawn study of Dr. Park
hurst by Andrew C. Wheeler, better
known to the reading world by his
pseudonym, "Nym Crinkle." The new
Magazine of Travel opens its second
number with a graphic study of historic
Charleston; with admirably done half
tone views of the principal attractions
of this venerable South Carolina city.
Another pleasing thing in this number
is a yarn by Ell Perkins, in which that
droll humorist explains when and how
he first parted company with his verac
ity. Tho February Cosmopolitan is a
superior all-round number, good in il
lustrations and in text, but no single
article predominates. Preference -is
given by the publishers to a contribu
tion by General Lord Wolsely on "What
China Should Do." The general who
Is nothing If not conceited thinks
China should get some English com
mandant, not necessarily himself, to
equip the nucleus of a Celestial land
force and show the pigtails how to fight.
That done, lie thinks China would soon
become the greatest power in Asia, if
not in the world. Another readable
thing in the Cosmopolitan for adults
not subject to the shivers, is Julian
Hawthorne's description of the Imple
ments of human torture used in evan
gelizing the inhabitants of mediaeval
Europe. McClure's for February is
given over largely to recollections of
Hubert Louis Stevenson, but has many
other contents of live interest. The sec
ond number of the Forum library, pub
lished quarterly, is given over to a
discussion of the question: "Do the
Professions Pay?" Leading doctors,
lawyers and preachers are of the opin
ion that they do, more or less; John W.
Keller, editor of the New York Re
corder, speaking for newspaper workers,
is almost the only one who finds the
available rewards in his calling ut
terly insufficient for the energy and
agony expended In Its discharge. That
sprightly little fortnightly, the, Chap
Hook, the mission of which is to intel
lectually reclaim Chicago, greets us,
among other things, with a picture of
'Gene Field, drawn by himself; and the
conclusion one derives from it is that
the uncrowned laureate of the stock
yards is not nearly so pretty as is his
poetry, and especially his child's verse.
As for Town Topics, which reaches us
occasionally, and which we read when
nobody is looking, that clever, satiric
and sometimes sardonic weekly gossip
Journal is continually interesting and
Intermittently naughty although we
must say it behaves very well these
days compared with what it used to do.
The Humanitarian for February offers
as its frontispiece a portrait of Hubert
I'. Porter, recently chief of the Eleventh
census. In a subsequent article Mr.
Porter-expatiates on the magnitude of
the United States' resources and Inci
dentally pays his respects to the news
papers which criticized his department's
not altogether satisfactory work.
AUTHORS AND PUBLISHERS.
Paul Bourget is yet young, hardly 42.
The title of Barrle's new novel will be
Anthony Hopo is engaged on a sequel
to "Tho Prisoner of Zenda."
Miss A niello Hives Chanler Is still among
the quick, and is in New York with a new
The author of "The Silence of Dean
MalUand" has written the "Lays of the
Tho first two volumes of the Barras'
"Memolrcs of Napoleon" will be published
In April und tho last volume will appear
Mrs. Louise Chandler Moulton is writing
a book of stories and a book on travels
abroad, which will be published In Boston
at the close of the year.
Rider Haggard works off 4,000 words a
day In writing his stories and Stanley
Weyniun never writes over 1,000 and con
siders that a good duy's work.
Tho new Strand Musical Magazine, of
London, edited by 13. Hatzlleltl, contains
a budget of music; from Sir Arthur Sulli
van, WUhumj, Ignaco Padercwskl and
The memoirs of Mnrshal Canrobert, of
Adolph Thiers and of Marshal MacMahou
are. In preparation for publication at Paris.
Tho MaeMuhon Memoirs will appear in
The portraits of Beatrice Harraden,
without her mortarboard hut, are much
the best. They show an Intellectual con
fusion of her top hair und a decidedly
more brainy head.
"Trilby Tableaux" are the latest. A
new dross material has been christened
Aubrey Beardsley will blossom out as a
rival to Du Aluurler In a-".Story of Venus
and Tannhneuser." This Uunthorne of
modern art has been neatly satirized by in
English rhymer In the following recipe
for Beardsley caricatures:
Tako of Swinburne's ballads three
Choose tho most erotic
Let them simmer In a pun,
Steeped In some narcotic.
To this mixture he adds some other dis
agreeable things, Including "Green Car
when a scum
Thick and green In on It,
Throw a sceno from Maeterlinck,
And one hot Hlcliepln sonnet;
Grate some cankered Dead-Sea fruit,
And withered flowers of passion,
Drench with sauce a Schopenhauer
Mixed In latest fashion;
Add a paradox or two
(See they'ro Oscar Wllde-lsh);
Sprinkle In some drauglismanship,
And, when all these things you've mixed
In a hotch-potch baleful,
Chinese white and Ivory black
Dash In by the pailful.
Tako the mixture oft the fire
When it Is well heated,
Put It In the sink to stand ,
Till it grows quite fetid.
Pour It In a tainted mould,
Like to nothing human,
Shut your eyes and hold your nose,
And lo, the Benrdslcy woman I
"Sllk-warp Trilby." "Trilby footwear"
and "Trilby bralnfood for Trilby Imbe
ciles" will come next,
A copy of Edgar Allen Poe's poems, sec
ond edition, ltimo., original cloth boards,
published by E. Bliss, of Now York, in
1831, was sold for 1100 at a book auction in
Now York the othor day.
A parody on "Trilby," entitled "Bllltry,"
by Mary Kyle Dallas, Is announced by the
Merrlam company, of New York, pro
fusely Illustrated. It will be long before
we ever hear the last of "Trilby."
General Lew Wallace says he never had
any Intentloa of establishing a "College of
Immortals" and charges the newspaper
mon with promulgating the Idea. All the
general wants Is a quiet room in the con
gressional library, where literary and
scientific mon can carry on their re
searches without being interfered with by
quidnuncs and hunters of literary Hons.
In his "Life of Antony," Plutarch re
lates that when Caesar and Antony were
maneuvering for position previous to the
battle of Actium, Caesar seized a place
called Toryne, which, in Greek, Lang
horne says, means "the ladle," Antony,
manifesting annoyance at Caesar's
promptitude, Cleopatra asked him "If it
was so very dreadful that Caesar had got
Into the ladle." As ladle is the next thing
to soup, Cleopatra's jest was tantamount,
according to the New York Evening Post,
to saying "Caesar's in the soup."
CURIOSITIES OF WORDS.
The Vowels In Regular Order Are Rarely
From London Tid-Blts.
There are two words In the whole
range of the English language contain
ing all the vowels in their regular order.
They are abstemious and facetious. The
following words each have them in ir
regular . order: Authoritative, disad
vantageous, encouraging, efficacious,
instantaneous, importunate, - men
dacious, nefarious, . precarious, perti
nacious, sacrilegious, simultaneous,
tenacious, unintentional, objectionable,
unequivocal, undlscoverable and vexa
tious. A search through the dictionary
might bring several others to light. It
Is usually said that there are but seven
nine-lettered monosyllable . words in
English, viz.: Scratched, etretched,
scrunched, scranched, screeched,
squelched and staunched. ,
Here are some of the shortest sen
tences into which the alphabet can be
compressed: "J. Gray, pack with .my
box five dozen quills," 33 letters.
"Quack, glad zephyr, waft my Javelin
box," 31 letters. "Phiz, etyx, wrqng,
buck flame, qulb," 26 letters. "I, quartz
pyz, who fling muck-beds," 26 letters.
"Fritz, quick! land! hew gypsum box,"
26 letters. "Dumpty quiz! whirl back
fogs next,"- 27 letters. "Export my
fund. Quiz black whtgs," 26 letters.
"Get nymph, quiz and brow, fix luok,"
26 letters. In more sober English, the
last one would be, "Marry, be cheerful,
watch your business." These sentences
would make excellent writing copies,
for they secure attention to every letter,
and profitable exercises for learners of
the typewriter, as they take in all the
keys, and thus familiarize one readily
with all combinations. By changing
from capitals to lower case the value of
the exercises is increased.
LEBANON COUNTY ENGLISH.
Defect of a Pennsylvania Dutch Beaut;
Who Was an Heiress.
From the Now York Bun,
"The most beautiful girl I ever saw,
either in face or form," said the bache
lor doctor, "was over In the good old
Pennsylvania Dutch county of Leba
non. I met her at a party, and fell in
In love with her even before I knew
that she was worth $100,000 in her own
right and before I had been Introduced
to her. The moment I saw her I re
solved to try and win her. I was dead
gone. I couldn't rest until I was intro
duced. "An embarrassing silence followed
the Introduction, I had expected a
friend at the party, and hadn't seen
him. I broke the emmbarrasslng
silence by asking my enslaver if she
had noticed whether he was present.
A flush deepened her cheeks. Teeth
of matchless white gleaned between
her lips as she opened them to reply.
And this was what she said:
" 'I haven't seen him, jit. I guess he
hasn't come already.'
"That was good Lebanon county En
glish, but somehow I didn't try to win
Little Gems of Song aed Story,,
Tho wings of Tlmo are black and white,
Pled with morning and with nlglft.
Mountains tall and oceans deep
Trembling balance duly keep.
In changing moon und tidal wave
Clows the feud of Want and Have.
Gauge of more and less through space
Electric star or pencil plays.
The lonely earth amid the balls
That hurry through tlio eternal hall.
A makeweight flying to the void.
Or compensatory spark.
Shoots across tho neutral Dark,
' Man's the elm, and Wealth the vine;
Staunch nnd strong the tendrils twine;
Though the frail ringlets thee deceive,
None from 'Its stock that vine can reave.
Fear not, then, thou child Infirm,
There's no god dare wrong a worm;
Laurel crowns cleave to deserts,
And power to him who power exerts.
Hast not thy share? On winged feet,
Lo! It rushes thee to meet,
And all that Naturo made thy own,
Floating In the air or pent In stone.
Will rive the hills and swim the sea,
And, like the shadow, follow thee,
Why She Hadn't Married.
Miss Maud Adams is a member of the
company supporting John Drew, and a
good story Is going the rounds concern
ing her quick wit. One afternoon she
attended a luncheon party, und met,
among others, a young man, recently
married, who is noted for his bold
manners, and who has won the name
of belns lie blgpest bore in Bociety.
He asked Miss Adams a 'number of per
sonal questions, and the hostess was
about to speak to him, but he received
his just punishment from tho young
lady he had been bothering.
"Miss Adams," he asked, "will you
tell me if you are married?"
"I am not."
"Do you contemplate Buch a step?"
, "I give it no thought."
And why, pray?" he persisted,
"Because I am not so easily pleased
as yo.ir wife was."
The River of Time,
A wonderful stream Is the river Time
As It runs through tho realms of tears.
With a faultless rhythm and musical
And a boundless sweep and a rage sublime
As It blends with the ocean,of years.
How the winters ore drifting, like flakes
And the Rummer like buds between,
And the year in the sheaf, as they come
On the river's breast, with Its ebb and
As It glides In the shadow and sheen,
There's a musical Isle on the river of
Where the softest of airs are, playing;
There's ai cloudless air and a tropical sun
And a song as sweet as a vesper chime,
And the June with the roses are stray
ing. And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago,
And we bury our treasures there;
There are brows pf beauty and bosoms of
There are heaps of dust but w love them
There are trinkets and tresses of hair.
There are fragments of songs that nobody
And a part of an Infant's prayer;
There's a lute upset and a harp without
There are broken vows and pieces of rings,
And the garments she used to wear.
There are hands that are waved when
the fairy shore
By the mirage Is lifted in air, . .,
THE WELSH IX AMERICA.
Somo Facts About a Race Noted for Its
"Largo Number of Successful Business
and Professional Men.
From the Buffalo News.
The first Welsh settlers In America
landed in Pennsylvania in 1692. This
was In the day of William Penn, and
towns with Welsh names like Melrlon,
Gwynedd, Cear'narfon, Pencader, Maid
wyn will testify of the establishment
of the Welsh In the Quaker state. In
1796 and 1802 the Welsh colony became
strong in Pennsylvania.
It is fair to say that the Welsh claim
a number of things that do not belong
to them. For instance, they say St.
Patrick was a Welshman. Camden, the
historian, says that he was born In
Rhoss, Pembrokeshire, Wales, and
states that his father was Calfurnlus,
a Welsh priest, end his mother was sis
ter to Saint Martin, of Tours, in France.
Other historians substantiate this by
saying he went to Wales In the year 400.
This may or may not be true, but the
fact Is that the wall that surrounds St.
David's cathedral has a gate called
Portto Patrick. However, It Is true that
the officer who was chief in command
of the Mayflower was a Welshman
Captain Jones by name. Captain Reyn
olds, of the Speedwell, which had to
put back, was also of Welsh origin,
Oliver Cromwell a Welshman.
Oliver Cromwell, whose real name
was Williams and who was related to
Roger Williams, the founder of Rhode
Island, was also of Welsh origin. The
Welshmen who aided to found the com
monwealth of England and who were
in parliament were John Jones, Thomas
Harrison and Hugh Peters. These were
the men who voted for the execution of
Philadelphia has probably contained
a larger proportion of Welsh blood than
any city in America. The first mayor
In the city, Anthony Morris, and the
first governor of the colony, Thomas
Lloyd, were both Welshmen, The first
Welsh book "published In this country
was by a Philadelphia man, Ellis Pugh,
and Dr. Thomas Wynn was the first
speaker of the Pennsylvania assembly.
Among the signers of the declaration
of independence were seventeen men of
Welsh birth or origin, Jefferson's an
cestors came from the foot of Snowdon,
in North Wales. Lewis, who accom
panied Clark to the Columbia river, was
of Welsh family. Richard Henry Lee,
who signed the declaration of independ
ence, was a Welshman and had the
honor of offering the resolution declar
ing the colonies free and Independent.
Of the four delegates sent by New
Yo:k o the Continental congress In 1776
three were of Welsh birth William
Lloyd, Francis Lewis and Lewis Mor
ris. Robert Morris, of Pennsylvania, was
one of the financial mainstays of the
American revolution. He was a native
born Welshman who came to America
as a child. After the battle of Trenton,
In 1776, he gave his fortune to help his
Number of Welsh Presidents.
Of the presidents of the United States
eight have been of Welsh descent
John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James
Madison, James Monroe, William Hen
ry Harrison, James A. Garfield, Benja
min Harrison, John Qulncy Adams. Of
those who fought in the revolutionary
struggle fourteen generals, seven colo
nels, and a large number of subordi
nate officers were Welshmen, while
Commodore Hopkins worthily repre
sented the race in the navy.
And we sometimes hear through the tur
Sweet voices we heard In the days gone
When the wind down the river was fair.
O, remember for aye, be tho blessed Isle,
All tho diiyn of our life until night;
When tho evening comes with Its beaputl
And our eyes are closing to slumber a
May that "greenwood" of soul be In
sight. 13. E. Taylor.
An Infant Logician.
"Ain't going to say my prayers to
night," declared baby Antoinette,
quietly, to her astonished nurse, as they
went slowly up the stairs to bed.
"Why not?" cried the nurse, sur
prised. "Cause God will be so busy making
tomorrow that He won't have time to
Tho Old Wooden Hooker.
How vivid the sight of tho old wooden
That calm retrospection presents to my
A genuine typo of the old knlckerbocker
Affair that aforetime our sitting room
A real ambuscador, a catch-as-can wrest
ler, ' That lurked In the darkness each lodge
night for me.
And mado of "yours truly" a pang-tortured
Amid tho old sitting room's scattered
That old wooden rocker; that dastardly
That seemed full of Impious mischief
How oft ere I'd go for my regular outing
I'd locate the tiling In the northermost
Of that sacred apartment, without ever
Its Inanimation and statuesque look.
But surely as later I entered Its presence
And tiptoed around where it wasn't be
fore, I'd get of Its meanness a compounded es
sence And find myself sprawling again on the
Imprecating that rocker; that Baton-shod
rock or 1
That rocker that gave me contusions ga
lore. Richmond Dispatch.
Willing to Oblige,
i Colonel William R. Morrison has a
lot of humor in him, and often makes a
happy hit In his public speeches. Dur
ing the late campaign he and Vice
President Stevenson addressed a Dem
ocratic gathering at Springfield from
the same platform. In the audience
was an old wool-hat follow, evidently
from the "forks of the creek," who was
an enthuslastio admirer of the vice
president. He sat close up to the speak
ers, and before the proceedings began
let off several lusty yells for Stevenson,
accompanying them with the declara
tion that he would be the party stand
ard bearer In 1896. , Colonel MorrlBon
was to Bpeak first, and, after making
his bow to the audience, was just start
ing in to discuss the political Issues,
when the countryman, who wasn't
more than twenty feet away, rose in
his seat, and swinging his hat high over
his head, yelled out;
"Rah for Stevenson! He'll ha our
nominee In '96."
It was certainly an Ill-mannered act,
but the colonel wasn't a bit put out.
He took a step or two toward the edge
of the stage and looking at the Inter
rupter with a comical sort of smile, remarked;
Among the Welshmen who have
made a mark in later years may be
mentioned Thomas Buchanan Read,
the poet; J. M. Francis, ex-minister to
Austria; George Jones, editor of the
New York. Times; Senator Ed. D,-Morgan,
and the great New York banker,
J. Pierpont Morgan.
It is a fact that the wife of Cornelius
Vandorbilt, the great stockholder of the
New York Central, is of Welsh descent.
She was a Gwynne. Jtev. Dr. William
C. Roberts, of Lake Forest college,
Chicago, and late moderator of the
Presbyterian general assembly, was
born in Wales.
William Jones, Vanderbllt's chief
agent, and Hugh Roberts, manager of
the Atlas line, are both Welshmen.
Cadwallader Colden, who first discov
ered the art of stereotyping In 1779,
was Cymro born.
As a religious people the Welsh stand
pre-eminent. Outside those who attend
English-speaking churches they have
200 church in this country where noth
ing but Welsh is preached. They have
25,000 hearers and 11,000 communica,nits.
The first Welsh church was established
at Pen-y-caerun, Kemsden, Oneida
county, N. Y.
DANGER OF HYPNOTISM.
Ono Time Whoa It Worked Like Boom
erang. It Is told of Van Amburgh, the great
Hon tamer, that on one occasion, while
in a barroom, he was asked how he
gained his wonderful power over ani
mals. He said: "It was by showing
them that I'm not in the least afraid
of them, and by keeping my eye on
theirs. I'll give you an example of the
power of my eye." Pointing to a loutish
fellow who was sitting near by, he said:
"You see that fellow? He's a regular
clown. I'll make him come across the
room to me, and I won't say a word
to him." Sitting down, ho fixed his
keen, steady eye on the man. Presently
the fellow straightened himself up, rose
from his seat and came slowly across
to the Hon tamer. When he was close
enough, he drew back his arm and
Btruck Van Amburgh a tremendous
blow under the chin, knocking him
clean over tho chair, with the remark:
"You'll stare at me like that again,
A TRAIT OF MENDELSSOHN.
Uow the Autograph I lend Fared at Ills
An amusing anecdote concerning
Mendelssohn and some women auto
graph hunters is told by Mr. Sellgmunn
in the Scottish Musical Monthly. Tho
famous composer hud conducted a mu
sical festival at Schwerln. "There was
a public dinner at which the ladles
were present, and Mendelssohn was Just
sitting down to Ills soup, when he was
surrounded and taken captive by a
chorus of aggressive females clamoring
for autographs. With amused patience
and good humor he allowed himself to
be victimized, until a massive matron
of mature years handed him nor card.
Whether of 'malice prepense' or not I
cannot say, but at any rate lie wrote
upon the card the muslo end words
from Haydn's 'Creation, 'And God
created little whales.' This rather per
sonal plensuntry brought the card trick
to an end, and enabled the composer to
sit down to his soup In peace."
Musical Criticism in Germany.
A Manheim journal has been suspended
because It published a parody on the em
peror's composition: "Song to Aeglr,"
entitled "Song to Adam."
"That's right, old fellow; and If he
won't take It, I will."
The crowd catching on to the humor
of the thing, yelled long and lustily,
and the citizen from wayback was ef
fectually squelched. Washington Post.
Both In love.
Away they go.
, Narrow sled,
"Nice!" sho said,
Yum yum smack!
i New York Evening Sun.
A Successful Wedding.
Tho Bavarian peasants are in many
respects very entertaining people. They
drink a great deul, are quite witty,
and are never so happy as when they
ore fighting. A story Is told of two
Bavarian peasants meeting in the road
and holding tho following conversation:
"Were you at tho wedding last
"Indeed I was. It was the nicest
wedding wo have had this season. Why,
even the bride took a hand lu tho
The Maiden and the Durgla.r
She was a maiden, coy but forty,
Unsullied by a dream of man;
No thought, however slightly naughty,
Hud ever crossed her life's short span.
Till ono dork night, when all were sleep
ing, Sho found the wretch she long had
For umlernuath her bed lay peeping,
A poor, lono burglar freshly caught.
Sho locked the door and quickly turning
Pulled forth a pistol fully cocked,
And with a voice that told Its yearning.
Her prlsoner'spllghtshe sternly mocked,
"Now listen to my ullamatum:
You'vu got to marry mo or die;
Though you're the very lowost stratum,
I'll have a husband, or know why,"
Then rose tho burglar, sadly speaking!
"Your proposition does not buU.
Rather than bo tho man you are seeking,
Why, darn you, madam, darn you,
Ambiguous language often gets the
public Bpeaker as well as writer Into
trouble. This fact was Illustrated in ono
of the Cohoes churches Sunduy morn
ing. The preacher wus discoursing on
missionary work in Africa and was re
viewing Borne of tho difficulties which
confront the missionary to the dark
continent. 'He took occasion to Inveigh
loudly against the ruin traffic among
the natives, asserting It did more harm
than the missionary could do good.
"Why," said tho preacher, "forty bar
rels of rum are sent to Africa to every
missionary." Of course, the real mean
ing of the good man was obvious, but,
nevertheless, a smile wont around tho
church. Troy, Times,
Random Notes of
Life in London.
Special Correspondence of The Tribune.
London, Jan. 26. This has been a
week of disillusion somewhat, and
many of the idols which I had set up
in my imagination have ignomlnlously
tumbled way down to tho very ground.
To begin with, tho first disillusion was
May Yohe, the fair American who lias
made: such a hit' over here in "Little
Christopher Columbus" and in "The
Lady Slancy." Everybody said such
wonderful things ubout her that I was
sure I should enjoy seeing her, and
when one of the ladies .took me the
other evening to see my countrywoman
ut the Avenue theater, I was, of course,
delighted and went" with her in great
glee. All tho circumstances were fav
orable, too, for we sat in tho dress circle
and had a box of chocolates between
us, and what mpre could the heart of
May Yoho a Disappointment,
But Miss Yohe was a disappointment.
There were no great "fog-horn notes"
in her voice, such as I had heard about;
she is noi. a great beauty at all, but
Just as nico looking, however, as hun
dreds more of the pretty brunettes of
Pennsylvania Dutch birth who come
from Allentown and Bethlehem, in one
of which cities she, herself, was born.
She does not seem to appreciate her
Pennsylvania nationality, however, as
she gets herself called the "talented
Call for nlan.". Just as if that were as
good as being a PennsylvanlanI I am
ashamed of her, I am, not to appre
ciate her native state more. I sup
pose the word "California" makes Lon
doners think of extensive fruit planta
tions, and great cattle ranches, and
rich gold mines, and such things, and
sounds more romantio and wonderful
than if she was honest about her state
and called herself the "talented Penn
sylvanian." Well,' Bhe Is not at all
wonderful. California muy adopt her
it it likes. Dozens of young women
on the stage in America are cleverer
than she is, and dozens of our little
ordinary plays better than poor "Lady
Miss Yohe wore a tremendous nunv
ber of diamonds in the lust act. They
were simply dazzling. I never saw so
many before. It is a question, I think,
whether she would bo as successful in
America as sho has been here. It is
quito true, too, thut Bhe Is Lady Hope,
and some day may come to be the
Duchess of Newcastle, if the present
duke dies leaving no heir to the title
but his brother, the present Lord Hope,
Incidents of a Pleasant Reception,
Tuesday afternoon the students nnd
faculty of the Royal Academy gave a
reception in the big concert room to Sir
Alexander Mackenzie, our principal. It
was a congratulatory affair, apropos
of his having the title bestowed upon
him at New Year's, you remember. He
made a llttio speech, in which he said,
among other things, that the honor
which had been bestowed upon him
had, in no less degree, been bestowed
upon the grand old Institution of which
ho and all of us, and all England, too,
were so justly proud. He was cheered
simply awfully. I never heard such a
noise. But the men students do yell so
dreadfully! It is not often that one
gets the opportunity of seeing most of
the students and faculty together, and
the sight was most Inspiring, I assure
you. There is no end of masters on the
professional staff over a hundred all
of them the finest masters in the world
in their special line, besides over twenty-five
Biiib-professors, und these all
made a very solemn and dignified show
ing. They looked quite awe-inspiring
Then there were all of os north
country English, south-country Eng
lish, Welsh students. Irish students,
French students, students from Amer
ica (there are about a half a dozen or
eight of us) and students from India
and Australia and the South African
colonies. So you sea what a lot of
different looking peoplo we are. There
are about 400 men and 600 girls here
this year. Hut I must not talk so much
shop; you ure not particularly inter
ested in the academy life. If you are,
I will inflict an academy letter upon
you some day all by itself.
In the London Shops Aguin.
Speaking of (shops, you ought to see
itho shops now, down on Oxford street,
Kegent street, Bond street, and some
more of the dry goods neighborhoods.
They are simply perfect! It Is after
the holidays now and so the January
sales are now on, and oh! tho pretty
things that are displayed In tho win
dows ore quite maddening, I assure
you. The most exquisite silks, velvets,
laces, furs, brocades, satins and all
Buch things ore selling at perfectly mar
velous prices. I have to pass some of
these shops every day on my way to the
academy, and you cannot imagine how
my feminine soul is vexed by tho sight
of these lovely, beautiful things. "And
so cheap," you know! Keally It is a
pleasure to look at these, anyway, even
if one cannot-buy them, Y'ou can im
agine, you know, how It would feel to
have them and luxuriate In them, any
way. There's a little enjoyment in that,
though I daresay it is not quite as solid
as the real having of the nice things.
Henry Jnmes' New Play.
Last Tuesday night one of the dear
landladies took me to see our Henry
James" play, "Guy Domville," at the St.
James theater. You know At has not
been a popular success, nnd so I ex
pected not to like it, but I did. An
other disillusion. Y'ou remember it was
hooted by tho gallery the first night It
was produced, but I suppose that was
because it was netthr'r vulgar nor sen
sational. It is quite interesting, I
think, though. I must acknowledge it
was dreadfully talkey all through. But
It is most beautifully acted, exquisitely
and most correctly staged, und is a
nice study, at ony rate, if it isn't a vul
gar, success us a play. It Is written in
the year 17S0, nnd eo tho costumes, in
door scenes and conversation are old
fashioned, nnd they are delightful, es
peclnlly the costumes. Such delightful
ly taking old dresses and chignons as
the ladles worel Ono of them wore a
crinoline which Inspired my respectful
admnratlon, If not my owe. Sho was
the old lady. The men bad on velvet
oltithes, like Georgo Washington's best
ones; green lined, . with pink, and
trimmed with gold end lace; you re
member hew his pictures look. It Is a
most wholesome and refined play, all
through, and ought to Ibe a success. If
Isn't It Is soon to bo taken off, how
ever. It is odd the way they wait on you at
theaters here. There are maids, not ush
ers, to show you to your seats, and they
really look very nice about the theater
with their black dress and white caps
and aprona and cuffs. They pass Ices,
coffee, cakes and chocolate around be
Another Bright Budget of Gossip
From the World's Metropolis.
tween the acts, but the loss are most
monstrously expensive. My landlady
was going to buy me one, knowing that
I liked them, but I wouldn't let hep
waste her substance on them, they are
so umall and expensive.
Disillusion number three. I had tick
ets for a concent one day this week at
which Madame Alice Gomez was to
be the bright particular star, and as I
had heard wonders of her, I was duly
grateful for the tickets, and went, tak
ing another girl along. Well, she la
black, you know, being a native ot
India of the Eurasian caste, and has)
crealted a great furore In England, on
account of her voice and singing, and
I suppose I expected too much, for she
was quite ordinary. She had a big,
hard voice, which she uses rarhen
boisterously, in a sleeves-pushed-up-to-the-elbow
sort of way. It 13 like most
black voices, rather rich and perfectly,
true, and really not without Interest,
I think her dark Indian face and pecu
liar way of singing are the first causes
of her success, and the Interest she
creates. Hut sho is not an artist at
heart at all.
But, just think! on the programme oil
the very earns concert there was a
basso who was simply delightful. His
every note was a Joy, ho sang so well
and with such an exquisitely handled
voice. I came home very enthusduetlo
over him, oind when they Informed me
that he was an American singer I was
doubly proud of him.
Tho next day we took in one of the
London ballad concerts, which ore
given every two Wednesdays and Sat
urdays during the season, and having
been to one I do not want anothex, as
they are dreadfully long. This one
lasted from, a p. m. till after 6, and had
over twenty-five numbers, besides some
encores! However, I had the pleasure
of once more listening to Ben Davles,
Who sang exquisitely; to Slgnor Foil,
the good old basso, whom I liked im
mensely, and to David Bispham, the
American basso, whom I had liked so
the day before. Mme. Gomez wa9
again on the programme and Ella Rus
sel, an American soprano, besides An
toinette Sterling, Joannes -Wolff, the
violinist, and the Melster Glee singers,
who are a wonderful drawing card in
London here. They do sing beautiful
ly, too. They call these concerts
"Morning Concerts," nnd they com
mence at 3 o'clock. Everything that
takes place before 6 p. m. la "morning"
In common parlance here. "Come this
morning at 4 o'clock" is not such a
dreadful invitation as it sounds, and
"grand morning concerts" occur at 2, 3,
4 and 5 o'clock in tho afternoon!
Thunder Storm in .Mid-Winter.
We had a dreadful thunder storm the
other day. It was not hot, either, but
quite cold. In fact, when up came a
tremendous storm of thunder, light
ning, rain and hail, and frightened
these Londoners out of their wits, for
thfy are not accustomed to the dread
ful electrical storms which come upon
our part of America in the summer,
It was about 11 o'clock In the morn
ing and my Scotch lassie, who was ill
In her room with a cold, fled to bed and
wrapped the clothes all around her
head to keep its noise out! The light
ning Btruck a church near Westmdnster
bridge. We had some more at the end
of the storm, but not near eo much as
we sometimes have at home. Th9
winter, eu far, has been In no way se
vere. I met a charming, and, by the way,
very clever woman not long ago, and
upon her being told where I hailed
from, she asked me If my Wilkes-Barra
were a itheosophlcal center of much im
portance! I was, of course, completely
surprised, for I know we haw not many
of that persuasion ut home. However,
I asked her what she meant, and aha
replied that she (had a little volume of
essays at home, called the "Wllkes
Barre Letters on Theosophy," by Alex
ander Fulle.nton, F. T. S., and that she
considered them quite Interesting read
ing. I suppose the person's uune Is a
nun da plume. I was so mystified
about them that she sent me the book.
I find that it is a compilation of letters
on theosophy published one by one in
the Wilkes-Barre Sunday Morning
Leader some time ago. The book looks
quite interesting, but I am too imsy to
read it, and so it goes to one of the
brainy women of the house to dlgst tov
us all. Truly, tho world is a small
place, after all. I cannot say how glad
I was to meet Alexander Fullorton,
whoever ihe is, away over here, and as
they say his little book Is quite a muoh
read one among the disciples of theoso
phy here, and very clever ones, too.
I am, of course, prouder ot my native
town and etato than I ever was.
Sadie E. Kaiser ,
THOSE FUNNY LITTLE FOLK.
Harry had Just begun to go to school,
and was very proud of what he learned
One day he thought ho'd show his father
how much he knew, and asked him, at
"1'apR, how many chickens are there on
"Two, my boy," said papa, "I though
you knew bow to count?"
"You're wrong," said Harry. "Ther
are three. There's one, and that's two,
and two and ono make three!"
"Very well," said his father, "your
mother may have one for her dinner, I'll
take the other, and you can have the
Bobby I forgot te say ray prayers last
Fond Parent That was very wrong,
Hobby. Supposing I should forget your
breakfast some morning?
Bobby (cheerfully) 'Twouldn't malts
much difference. I shouldn't forget about
it. Harper's Bazar.
I'll tell you what put htm there
At college, so fulr an' line;
An' helped him to rise where the feller
Helped him to rise an' ta ahlne:
It was his old mammy,
A-durnln' his socks, """r
An' likewise, his old doddJa ' ' i"
A-plewln' a ox.
Mamma What are you trying to drawl
Little J'-Hhal An elephant.
, "Mather a diltlcult subject."
"I'd rather draw elephants than any
thing else, because my friends can always
toll what it Is. They knows a elephant is
the only animal wlf two tallsr"
Boy It's awful lucky we have ear ex
malnations for promotion nowv laataaA'ot
in the fall, when school opens.
Boy 'Cause when school begins, ta the
fall, none of ua ever know anything.
Teacher what little boy can tell me the
name ot the worst nation m eartM