Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1872-10-16
The Yankea STANLEY.

| FROM the London Court Journal tVft
Mr.. Stanley is Yankee all over-a
Yankee in accent, in tone, in form, in
everything that marks the man; and the
portrait in the Illustrated London News
gives you the man, and his most charac-
teristic expression to a shade. The
sdcdns asked him to write sketch Of
his picnic with Livingstone to the north
end Of Tanganyika. But Stanley, in
stead Of taking his stand by the desk,
and reading this MS. when called upon,
doubled up his MS. in his hand, and led
off with a racy, rafting speech, full of
strokes of humor, of touches of charac-
ter, of pictures, and of anecdotes. His
paper was bald, and almost colorless.
But his speech was all vivacity and
color. Unlike almost all these specials,
except DR.. Russell, Mr.. Stanley talks
better than he writes; and, possessing a
good voice, plenty of mother wit, and of
that dry humor which takes so much
with most of US in Artemus Ward and
Marx Twain, he carried everything be-
fore him at Brighton, bowled over the
critical sacans like ninepins, and kept
most of the associates on the giggle for
a couple of hours. He would make
capital lecturer, if he would take to the
stump, and tell his story as dramatically
as he told It on Friday morning. His
account of his first interview with
young Bennett at Paris was, in the
highest degree, humorous as well
as dramatic. He hsd posted off
to Paris from Madrid in answer to a
telegram, He found Bennett in bed;
but he tried the door. " Come in, said
Bennett. Who are your :" Stan
ley2" You're the very man l want.
Do you know where Livingstone ISL"
IL declare to you | do not, answered
Stanley, taken aback by the question.
I" Do you suppose he is alive2" asked
Bennett. I" / really don't know, " replied
the still puzzled Stanley. "Well, | be-
lieve he is alive, and l want you to find
him." Very well, answered Stanley
I" if you send me to Central Africa, 1 |
shall go there. But have you any idea
how much that little journey will cost2 "
Not the least; but you 60 and draw for
one thousand pounds, and, when that is
gone, for another-and another-what
you want; but find Livingstone" "What
poor human nature can do I'll do, an
swered Stanley, picking up his hat; "and
[ bid you goodnight" Told as Stanley
old it, with a variation of tone for every
point of the dialogue, this bit of CONVERSE
ion produced an effect equal to anything
,ut of Robertson plays; and when a few
minutes after, telling us how he had to
light his. way through the forests, he said
lryly, II had to make my way there"
md then, with sort of Yankee twinkle
n his eye, There were great many
people killed" .you should have seen
he pause in the thoughts of the assem-
,ly. 1t was distinct pause. The peo-
,le were puzzled. They could not take
n all these few words suggested in an
Instant; and yet they saw it all in imag-
nation. 1t was a stroke of true art
md so, too, was his description of his
irst glimpse of Ujiji from the hillside,
Ujiji lay at our feet, embowered in
,alms;" and his imitation of the bro
zen voice of DR.. Liyingstone's African
ervant, running up to him with his
Good morning, sarl" "Who in mis-
hief are your asked Stanley, startled
y the voice-the first voice with an
cho of home in it he had heard since
% left the coast. II am Dr. Living.
tones servant, sar;" answered the ma
i've. "Go and tell him Pm coming"
aid Stanley; and, as he added in telling
he story, but for little false pride, I
ould have turned som ersault there ,
nd then.