American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1872-10-12
The Yankee Stanley.

Mr.. Stanley Is 4 ankee all over, a Yam
kee in accent, in tone, in form, In every
thing that marks the man and the por.
trait in the Illustrated London Nescs gives
you the man, and his most characteristic
expression to q shade. The savans asked
him to write sketch OF his picnic with
Livingstone to the north end of Tangan-
yika. But Stanley, instead of taking his
stand by the desk, and reading this MS.
when called upon, COUPLED up his MS. in
his hand, and led off with a racy, rafting
speech, full OfstrOkes Ofhumor, of touch
es of character, of pictures, and of anec-
dotcs. His paper was bald, and almost
colorless. Buthis speech was all vivacity
and color. Unlike almost all these specials,
except DIR. Russell, Mr.. Stanley talks bet
ter than he writes; and, possessing good
voice, plenty of nother-wit, and of that
dry humor which takes SO much with
most of lis in Artemus Ward and Mark
Twain, he carried everything before him
at Brighton, bowled over the critical sa-
pans like ninepins, and kept most of the
Associates on the siggle for couple o.,
hours. He would make a capital lecturer,
if he would take to the stump, and tell
his story as dramatically as he told it on
first interview with young Bennett at
Paris was, in the highest degree, humer-
Gus as well as dramatic. He had posted
off to Paris from Madrid in answer to a
telegram. He found Bennett in bed but
he tried the door. 'sCome in" said len
nett. ''Who are your" Stanley" cure
the very man 1 want: Do you know
you do not" answered Stanley, taken
aback by the question. 6 Do you suppose
he is alive?" asked Bennett. 81 really
don't know,'' replied the still puzzled
Stanley. ssWel, 1 believe he is alive
and want you to find him." Every
WE'LL" answered Stanley; 'sif you send
me to Central Africa, shall go there.
tie Journey will cost ~ ssNOt the least !;
but you go and draw for one thousand
pounds, and, when that is gone, for an
Othcr-and another,-what you want; but
find Livingstone" What poor human
nature can do I'll do,'' answered Stanley,
picking up his hat; s and bid you good
night" Told as Stanley told it, with a
dialogue, this bit of conversation pro-
duced an effect equal to anything out of
RobertsOn's plays; and when, few min
utes after, telling us how. he had to fight
his way through the forests, he said dryly,
d" 1 had to make my way there ;" and then,
with sort of Yankee twinkle in his eye,
''There were great many people killed, ,
thoughts of the assembly. 1t was dis
tinct pause. The people were puzzled.
They could not take in all these few
words suggested in an instant; and yet
they saw it all in imagination. 1t was a
stroke of true art; and SO, too, was his
description of his first glimpse of Ujiji
from the hillside, 6 Ujiji lay at our feet,
erlbowered i'm palms >" and his imitation
of the broken voice of DIR. Livingstone
African servant, running up to him with
his s'Good morning, sar,'' ''WhO in
mischief are your asked Stanley, start
led by the voice,-the first voice with an
echo of home in it that he had heard since
he left the coast. g am DIR. Living
stones servant, sar;'' answered the ma
five. $50 and tell him I'm coming -
said Stanley; and, as he added i'm telling
the story, "but Tor little false pride,
could have turned sOmersault there and
then. "-London Court Journal.