Daily Democrat and news. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1859-1864, 1863-01-15
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ing:
I'VE have read one hundred and fiftv
psges Of this work, and no more and
are therefore competent to speak Of the
pattern only. 1t is, thus far, . work OF
unusual interest and, though prepared
By relative and friend, and 1t the sug.
ges,ion Of the celebrated author hlm>
sell, It bears evident marks Of impartial
ity and candor.
at is not our purpose to Aay more
of its merits at present. An anec-
dote on page 1874, has turned tho
switch, and pu. rs upon the train Of
thought, which We propose to follow, .
little way, for our own amusement-
possibly for that of oar readers.
"GentlemeD, who have held official
stations, even they, who have been stat
ed, editorialIy, to have 'Jeen seen upon
the PLATFORM, when some distinguished
oral.r held forth, can have but an i'm
perfect idea, how little they are known,
and how steadily they may be forgot
ten. Perhaps, some little comfort may
be derived from contemplating the for
tune Of others, whose celebrity has been
common property for many years.
"a correspondent of ours, a few days
ago, recited . brief anccdote OF the
venerable DIR. BeechcI When he was
in all his glory in Boston, ard the re-
gion round about, he attended minis
terisl Convention, At Worcester, and
happened to overhes. the following dia.
logue between couple Of worthy farm
ers in attendance-'Well, they have a
heap Of ministers here 'Ie., and
Beecher is here 'Beccher. Deecher
who is Beecher? p The old doctor used
to be quite merry, while relating this an
ecdote.
When Cicero returned from bis quns-
torship, 10 Sicily, be admits that he WAS
inordinstely puffcd up with sense OF
his own impor lance and the valor of his
public services. Great, therefore, was
his modification on his return, when
landing at Puteoli, to fnd that nobody
at that place Of fashionable resort knew
where he had been or what he had been
about. He had not even been missed.
"Why. Cicero, where have you been
for an age?" said one. "You've been
writing books at Tusculum, haven't
you 2" cried another.
Tho following anecdote is sufficiently
applicable here:
"Wellington Who 10 he! recollect
some years ago being iu Hampshire. !
went out Of my house in the morning
with the Times in my hand, and going
into the garden ! found laboring man
whom | rather liked-a shrewd, clever
fellow. He said, "Any news, sir, this
morning. "Yes," ! replied; rather
bad news" bad news; what's that,
sir!" "Why," said !, "ths Duke Of
Wellington is dead" "Ah, sir" he re.
marked, 81 am very sorry, for he; but
who was he's" Laughter. Now, #
had not hoard that should not have
believed it. The man who said it lived
within one hundred miles Of London !;
was clever, shrewd fellow, and yet he
wanted to know who was the Duke Of
Wellington. Could You have believed
that within one hundred miles OF Lon.
don there was darkness 80 great that
the great name OF Wellington WAS un.
known to . man Of between fifty and
sixty years Of age! But so it was. 81
am very sorsy for be, sir" he said "but
who is he G'-Mr. Roebuck, at Sails.
bury.
On page l34 Of these memoirs Of
Mr.. Irving. we have an amusing exam
pie Of this species of ignorance
mot long after Mr.. Irving had at.
tanned celebrity in Great Britain by his
writings, 40 English lady and her
daughter were passing along some gallery
in Italy, and paused before a bust OF
Washington. After gazing at it for q
Iew moments, the daughter turned to
her mother with the Observation-Disclosures
who was Washington = "Why, my
dear, don't you know was the aston
,shed reply, he wrote the Sketch
Book"
"SALLY," said green youth in {