The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1857-1858, 1857-08-05

believed at Vera Cruz that Santa Anna was il
| Cuba.
New York, August L.
The Collins steamer Atlantic sailed at moor
for Liverpool, with ffty-seven passengers, in
Guiding ex.Gov. Wright OF Indiana, minister &c
Prussia
The Vanderbilt left for Southampton and
Hayre with $50 passengers, and 5000 in
specie.
The steamer Harmonic also sailed to-day for
Hamburg.
Bayard TAYLOR in London.
The New York Tribune contains letter from
Bayard Taylor, dated July l. We quote some
interesting passages:
CHARLES SUMNER IN LONDON.
Mr.. Sumner is here, at Matrigys Hotel, in
Regent street. l have not yet seen him, bnt
some iriehds tell me he is looking very well. No
American has ever been more popular in Eng
land than Mr. Sumner, and he is at present float
ing on the top wave of London society. heard
the other day good story of his arrival here
lie entered his maine upon the books as simply
Mr.. Sumner, Boston" and was accordingly set
down by the host and his hunkies as an ordinary
traveller. The next morning one Of the latter
came to Mr. Summers room in some excitement,
and said Lord Brougham is down stairs, sir,
asking Tor you" To the walters amazement,
Mr.. s. quietly said, without exhibiting the least
surprise, "Very well; show him up" Not long
afterward, the former came, still more excited,
''sir, the Lord Chief Justice has called, and he
asks for you!" ''Show him up" was again the
cool reply. After his Lordship had departed,
the waiter came once more, bewidered and az.
gravated, "Sir, sir, the Lord Chancellor OF Eng
land has called to see you.' "Show him up"
repeated Mr.. 5. These astonishing facts were
no doubt at once communicated to the landlord,
for the next days Morning Post announced the
arrival of His Excellency the Honorable Mr..
Sumner" at Maurigy's Hotel.
ST. PETERsBURGH ANECDoTE.
An anecdote which | heard in Sweden and
neglected to relate in its proper place, recurs to
me here. 1t is too good to be lost. Last Sum.
mer an American, who was on visit to St. Pc.
tersburg happened to be walking in one of the
narrow streets OF that capital, one muddy day,
when he suddenly met the Grand Duke Con-
stantine. The sidewalk was not wide enough
for two persons to pass, and the street was deep
IN filth. Both stopped, and moments awk-
ward pause ensued. Suddenly the American,
taking silver rouble from his pocket, shook it
in his closed hands, and cried out, Grown, or
tail!' ''Crown!" guessed the Grand Duke
"four Highness has won," said the American,
looking at the rouble and stepping into the mud.
His cuteness in saving his dignity, while he &C.
knowledged the Grand Dukes brought him an
invitation the next day to dine with the latter
but this is as usual termination of such sto-
ries, as happy marriage is of fashionable
novel.
CHAs DICKENS BEFORE AN AUDIENCE
Last night heard Dickens read his Christ
mas Carol, in st. Martins Hall, to an audience
SO crow ded and enthusiastic as to surprise the
London reporters, though its equal in both these
respects is very common sight in America
His reading of the dialogue wonderfully
fine; IN the narrative parts it had a smack of
the stage, and a tendency to shrillness at the
end OF every phrase, which had curious effect
Altogether, it was a complete success, and will
be repeated again for, the same charitable ob.
jeet-the benefit of Douglas Jerrold's widow
Dickens is now in his forty fifth year, and time
Is beginning to tell upon his exuberant locks,
but his eye has all its old keenness and sparkle.
Little Dorrit," though. acknowledged on all
sides to be great falling off from his previous
stories, has had more extensive sale than any
thing he has written-which proves the truth Of
saying Of old Sam. ROgers-that there is only
one thing harder for man to do than to write
himself down, and that is, to write himself up.
LEIGH HUNT AND HIS MUSEUM OF POETS HAIR.
Buchanan Read, who had Just come hither
from Rome to fulfil some painters engagements,
took me the other evening to visit Leigh Hunt
the sole surviving star of that constellation
which dawned upon the literature Of England
with the present century. The old poet lives
in neat little cottage in Hammersmith, quite
alone, since the recent death OF his wife, That
dainty grace, which is the charm Of his poetry,
yet lives in his person and manners. He is
seventy three years old, bat the effects of age
are only physical; they have not touched that
buoyant joyous nature, which survives in spite
Of sorrow and misfortune. His deep set eyes
still beam with soft, cheerful earnest light; his
silver white, falls in fine, silky locks on both
sides Of his face. 1t was grateful to me to press
the same palm, which Keats and Shelley had so
often casped in friendly warmth, and to hear
him, who knew them SO well, speak of them
as long lost companions. He has a curious
collection of locks of the hairs OF poets, from
Milton to Browning. That thin tult of brown,
silky fbers, could it really have been shorn
from Millions head? / asked myself. "Touch
it, said Leigh Hunt, ''and then you will have
touched Millions SELF "There is lite in hair,
though il be dead" said | as did so. repeating
a line from Hunts own sonnet on this lock-
Shelley's hair was golden and very soft; Keats
bright brown, curling in large BAcchic rings:
DIR. Johnson's gray, with harsh and wiry feel;
Dean Swift's both brown and gray, but finer, de-
noting more sensitive organizations; aud Chas
Lambs reddish brown, short and strong. / was
delighted to hear Hunt speak OF poems which
he still designed to write, as if the age of verse
should never cease with one in whom the faculty
is born.