The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1879-09-16 00:00:00

BELFRY BABBLE.
Weetminstor, Tuuday.

" What have Ito do with Dorset 7" Much every-
way. All London is of Dorset I sometime, imagine,
Now up bere lam "truck at times. ?iiy feelings then
seem to demand exoreseion. "What do I know, a
big buffer like me?" Nothing at all—if toy intelli-
getce eqoalled that belongiog to some we won't
name. You must undenr and, Mr. Editor. that a
Belfry more than equals the barber'e establishment
for news-vending. The ringers are not always pulling
ropes. Now and anon they null at something else,
then their tongues tattle. Bells have ears as well as
tongues. and can
B, the kindness barn". 171:‘,"7: VI., Dorset man
I would like me to inform the mans of the refegrain
how the world is serving him, end what be thinks of
it, just drop me word. Dow I wish old blind Cole
the millionaire, blind fiddler, was alive, for a copper
or so be would keep my tongue wogging.
There in a colony of Ler gton and Swatters people
attending Miles-lene—something—Methodist chapel,
It it such a homely place thot, once in it, you cannot
think yourselves out of Dorset. Mr. 'Trayte, of
Horgan. aided by several Sesame artisans, in build-
ing at Kensington, and down at Idilhank, Mowlem,
Freeman, Burt, and Co. have any number of Purbeck.
fans, and the beet of them is that they mad the
Tdevreee with commendable regularity. The, are
very good toes--very. I sm myself surrounded by
I much ; but when Sir C. Whetham and Mr.
Sheriff Burt go rolling alone—in their state carriages
—I consider that (next to Albert the Good at Kensing-
ton) they are the g(u)iltiest men in all the city.
My Canon Farrar's new book, "The Life of Paul,"
wee pertly written last summer at Swanage. He used
to spend six hours a day at it. I have been chuckling
over some of the reviews. Once known, the reviewer
and you are tempted to allow a large discount off his
opinions. Some of the reviews on the Canon's book
complain that his style is too rhetnical and popular.
I know one writer to be so gzilthes himself of any.
thing approaching a lively or illustrative vein, that
he is a failure in the very pmfeetion of which the
Canon is an ornament. The public crowd to hear Dr.
Farrar preach. He tells them what be thinks. His
sermons are as 'ethical over • certain oleos of sinners
(who deserve it) as they are hopeful and inspiring to
most hearers. A thousand much men, and the world
would know the power of any church in which they
laboured. Long live the author of these "
May it be three generations before his own life bee to
be written, and may be spend all his vacations in
Purbeck.
I have about said enough for this week. But how
I vibrate with disgust and eugw over thin sad
news from CaboL roor Cavagnari, son of the private
secretary of Napoleon L If Lord Lawrence, in his
grave here, had the power to shake his head, he would
say "I told you so." If all the ghosts of the various
minting Viceroys, who told them so, could get leave
of &beano', they ought to Waver nlchtly roundthe bed of
that inoomprehmnble inoompeteat at the bead of the
Government, and make him " Many " with delirium,
him to go to a general election. Now la
r. La in, mean the time for Liberals to change 'kiss
—in the House. He talks of "spirited foreign policy,"
if No, it is the policy of turniag men into spirits. O.
my country, let us have a spirited home policy, and
spirit the F.ari oat of office, before be cries "Annex-
ation of Afghanistan," and tries to do it. The people
are hot over it. They are foaming about razing and
blazing r•buL Better turn nut the Tories, and have
done with it, all at a stroke, At least so thinks
Bin Bur.