Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1870-05-21


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BYRoN's GRAvE.-A correspondent of th
London Times calls attention to the worse thai
neglect to which tho burial place of Lore
Byron is subjected -:
How many OF the poets admirers," h.
asks. know whore he is buried ut all? A
Hucknall Torkard, a tew might answer, bu
could one in hundred of all the thousands
that have read his works, aped his peculiar-
admired his genius, or blackened his memory,
tell you where Hucknall Torkard is, what it is
or from personal observation give you any
idea of it's unvisitcd, out OF the world dreari.
ness and desoation.
Some six miles from Nottingham, on the
Mansfield line Of railway, lies the miserable col.
lection OF cottages and small shops dignifed by
that name. Approaching it from Nottingham
you pass one or two other small places as griny
and unpoetical looking as itself; then comes 8
wide sandy tract of unreclaimed land, covered
here and there with stunted bushes and black
ened tuIZe, which is all that remains OF what
was once Sherwood Forest and still bears that
name, and at length the train stops where the
dark woods around Ncwstead are Just visible
in the distance. The village is not more than
stones throw from the station, and consists
mainly of one long, dirty, irregular lane, at the
top OF which is the church.
This edifce is small weather worn building,
1rrI - Las kE- IL l.
and stands in a churcbyard that reminds you
ln q vault beneath the chancel, Lord Byron,
his ancestors, and bis daughter, Lady Love
lace, are buried Buried, indeed ! Shut out
not only from the living world, but its very re
membrance. More lonely, more torsaken by
his fellow men in bis death, than in the dark
est moments of his self embittered life
Anything moro at variance with the
thoughts that crowd upon the mind while
standing beside the resting place Of genius
than every surrounding Of this forlorn grave it
is impossible to imagine The miserable. pow
ertv. stricken village-the time worn church, to
which none but some three or four of the BY.
rons seems ever to have been brought for buri
al save the very poor-the Byron pew, with its
green baize lining faded aud torn, now fallen
into the hands Of some decent sort of folks iii
without ornament of outline or inscription,
erected in memory Of the author Of 'Chllde
Harold by Mrs. Leigh. She alter all, 1t
seems, of all his mirrors so loud voiced IN
their praise, was, and is the only one who, out
of her scanty means, had more than words to
offer as tribute to his dcathless fame. Like
his own Manfred the Spirits no has raised
abandon him, and ho rests as he. lived, alone. :
DIFFICULTIES OF THE English LANGUAGE.
One evening, az Prenchman was seated by o
southern planters iresilo the Frenohman re-
marked that there was one English word 0i
which he could never find the moaning he
had vainly searched the dictionaries and beg
eed his friend to assist him to an explanation.
The word was often used by every one, and
vet when he asked its meaning he was always
told there was no such word, but he hopod bet
ter treatment from his present host, and at
once. to test his powers gave the word MS
"Tattle too !"
''Tatte too !" said his friend !; there is
no such word.
'Thcrc it is |" cried the despairing French
man you arc just like al! the others, you
say there is no such word yet you always use
IL cannot imagine what you mean,' salc
NS 'e~~.-
word"
The Frcnchman sat moment in lugubrlou
silence when it chanoed that u servant entered
with fuel for replenishing the fire. AS ne pok
ed and stirred, and placed the fresh wood
'"There there" exclaimed tho host. that ]
do that'h do -
'Therc there T. oricd tho excited French
nan, ''you used the word this minute Twlc
YOU told tho man "Tattlc-too tattle 100 an
vet you say there is no such word - Nrao Of
leans Ptcnyune.
LINCOLN AND SPEED. Among other anec
Lotes. said to be now, that havo just boon fur
nished to the Independent, by personal &C,
ouaintance of President Lincoln, is this;
One evening, during the last winter OF th'
Presidents lie, when extremely busy, AM
weary as we'll he was called to the reception
room to see MIR. Speed then Attorney Gene
raj. The latter had called to introduce lrlenc
and seeing the weary look of the President
face, he at once hcgan to apologize Tor inter
rupting him. Il am very sorry, sald MI
Speed, very sorry MIR. President, to distur
YOU. "'"Spced," he replied, you remind n
of story OF Henry Ward Beecher One oul
day, as he was going to preach he saw son
bows playing marbles on the street. nc STOP
ned and looked at them hard. Boys, ne 59'i Sal
presently, boys, I'm scared scared me
why in the ID don't you run answered u
boys. II you are so sorry, Speed why DID y'
Gomez
HyMEN1AL.- rather ancient and unsoph
ticated couple were united in the holy bonds
w,dlo.k at the Office of Justice Shivers yeste
dav. the gentleman totteripg under lhe Durue
oI s,,,,o f;fiv summers, and the lady boaslI
son'a -, Tvo tortv winters. They entered the off
baud baud S in hand, lovingly and endsaringIy; +
attentive Squire inquired what he could 90 0,a
them. "A good DEAL responded the masc
line. He then whispered iu the maslstrat
nar "Wn vont r. marry" The license n