New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-11-01

This was one OF the petty qnarres that finally separated
Mr. Lick and his son, and sent the latter back Leb
sessed OF very querulous and irritable disposition and
used the most emphatic words Of the English language
very freely.
Philip Gilbert Hamerton, the distinguished
author and artist, is descended from an ancient and
noble family; Of his ancestors, Sir stephen Hamer.
ton was executed for joining the northern insurrecton
against Henry VIII Mr.. HamertOn is AZ years old.
When he sig years old he began to study Latin and
when he ii he imagined that he had definite lit
erary ambition He cherished singular adherence Of
Greek and Latin, and whatever he learned OF them in
one day he readily forgot the next lie took an Intense
interest in his cOuntryS history ana scott
OF the idols of his boyhood He could not honestly
the Thirty-nne Articles OF the Church of England aud
could not therefore, be admitted TO Oxford though pre-
landscape painter and has devoted himself to art and
literature ever since. He married charming French
woman, Mile Eugenic GindrieZ who has written novels
and who enters into her husbands studies and occupa
tons with the deepest sympathy and Is at the same time
devoted housewife
When MacMahOn was appointed to the COM
mand Of the troops against the Commune, President
Theirs was always fusslly interfering. MacMahon for
some time was silent aud reserved, but the late Gen.
yaazG warned Theirs that the commander would break
out some day. And this happened. one day, in the
midst of fighting, NJ ers arrived in his carriage
and jumping out, after the Marshal and his STAFF
crying out, Marshal, Marshal, stop! You commit
ting error call back your troops that side know
the Notifications it was who had them consructed,'
&c. When Valaze heard this he knew all was lost The
Marshal remained for some tipe without answering
like searching for reply, and at last he sand, Mr.
President 60 away from here :" Mr. Marshal, M,.
fhiers. Mr. President, return to your Office dismiss
me- send another General and will hand him the
command We have known a good many humiatiOns,
but have not arrived at that point when Marshal Of
France obliged to obey p6kin Vaaze said he never
should forget the face OF NJ Theirs " Did you see,
YalazG did you hear" he said On reGnering his
ragc the President returned to yaaze: and added:
Dpnt let q say AWNING q 1 hon aHa be Nam
shall with INFINITE prccauton and regarded him AS one
regards Z" an unexpoded shell"
Of the effect of lecture by Mr.. Emerson at
the Methodist College at Middetown, the Rev +. II.
Ncwhan writes thus TO Zion's Herald The platform
was filled with distinguished visitors among them
Bishop James, Gov. Baldwin OF Connecticut, and DR..
WhedOn. President DIN sat beside the lecturers table,
As Emerson went in his sphinxian way, looking
rcnely into the infinite, while his enigmaca utterances
dropped like bombs right and left that platform became
great study to the audience. Gov Baldwin sat open
mOuthed and utterly bewdored; DR.. WhedOn hung and
swung his heal in a waggish, quizzcal way, looking at
the lecturer as IL he mentally serving him up in
book notice. DR.. DIN at first smiled in his placid pres
idcntal way then gradually tickled, and gently swayed
to and fro right and left then rOared by fits, like blow
Ing whale, aud finally laughed from the crown OF his
majestic head through all his many inches 10 MS very
boots But Bishop James he sat serene, never a smile
at the corner OF his mouth. quesonngs In his eyc
trifiing here Yet never heard the Bishop give any
Judgment upon Emerson except incidentally on
visit to me at Roxbury We talked OF poets. aud men
toned Emerson. Emerson pOetP said he in mild sur
prise. Yes said 1, and took down volume and began
To read The Problem When reached the lines
And my ear mOnastic alsles
Ases fan SAID he, alsles fall = and then he muir
INJURED, mixed PLAINLY that Old fOgy, Hugh Blair,
was somehow troubling him, but read right on, simply
saying So it is written lie made no other comment
till read
And vet for all his faith could
l wOnld the good bishop be.
What, said he a sad, earnest way, not with Jeremy
TaylOrs nope OF heaven Plainly he had not then, at
least, solved The Problem.