The Portland daily press., 1877-09-27
Men and Women.

JN~-S S~Nt NAN sAO fSAJ OOdu lu6dl OIL q SOIulef.
handsome, shapely in limb, resolute yet refined
in countenance; elegant in dress and deport-
ment; superb horseman, and a man daring
beyond description. Nothing suits him better
than some expedition which has almost the
Character of forlorn hope; he is at his best
when. getting at the head of his cavalry, he
runs imminent risk of being cut or shot down
within few minutes
Rossini, walking one day in Passy with
friend, passed a stout street musician singing
TO guitar, in the most horrible fashion, the
serenade from Barbiere. The composer stopped
and gave the vocalist a piece of money. "Whatr'
said his friend, astonished, ''you encourage
this robust mendicant? BE has no infrmity
needing pity" "Ohr' said Rossini, "didn't you
hear the voice with which he is afflicted
The news Of Miss Una Hawthorre's death
at Clever in England was a shock to her New
England friends, who had not heard of any
serious illness. She has never been in secure
health, however, for nearly twenty years. or
since she was brought to deaths door with
fever at'Rome in eS58. The disease was finally
overcome by the vigor of her constitution, in
which she resembled sher father but it left
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selves at intervals ever since. This and the
bereavements and anxieties that fell to her lot
from the time of Mr.. HaWthorne's death. in
1864, have no doubt prevented her genius and
her culture from taking the course most natural
to her family. She wrote with delight and with
natural grace and earnestness but seldom or
never for the public Her inclination was
rather for a retired and.religious life, to which
she mas given herself since her mothers death
IN lS1l. Soon after that event she edited her
fathers posthumous romance, "Septimius Fell
toD, being aided in this work by her friend the
poet Browning. No doubt she had much to do
with editing the manuscripts previously pub
nsneo Dy Mrs. Hawthorne, and those that have
since appeared. She was her fathers compan.
ion, during the period when his later works
were written, more than either of his other
children,-partly because she was his eldest
child. She was born in the Old Manse at Con.
cord In lo43, while Hawthorne was living there
in poverty and bliss during the first years of
his married life. When ten years old,she went
abroad with her father and mother, and re-
malned there until their return to Concord in
1860 During her four months illness at Rome
IN 1859 he father r wrote no word of Journal"
as Mrs. Hawthorne says; and the first entry
after her convalescence records walk with her
along the Corso She was person of ardent
and enthusiastic affection, and in these later
years has devoted herself very much to the
care of poor children and other unfortunates,
under the direction of a ssterhood of the An
glican church, with which she had connected
herself at CLEVER She did not constantly re-
side there, but much with her brother Julian
In London or near it, having for some years
ceased to consider America as her home L sup
pose she will be buried beside her mother in
London, and not with her father on the Con-
cord hillside where his grave is.-Cor Spring.
field Republican,
The granddaughter of thagreat Duke of Wei.
Hngton, Miss Victoria Alexandrina Wellesley,
has just been married to Mr. f. Hamilton, M.
P. for the county of Dublin. The young lady
is Queen Victoria's goddaughter, and her msjss-
ty sent her bridal gift of magaifcen India
shawl and an opal locket
Grace Greenwood is out with spicy card de.
nying the published statement thst she had
sought for and obtained divorce. from her hus-
band, L. K. Lippencott. "It is. not true" she
says, "it never was true; it never will be true'-
and she wishes the newspapers would let her
alone. But then she don't set the example.
Dom Piatts opinion of; Augustin DAILY the
theatrical manager is not very flattering; "a
laekdsw in literature, he has beeu charlatan
in business. Eleaving an odor in his exit that
makes burial necessity. Heartless, insn-
cere, insolvent and scheming, he has had 1t in
his power to wound artist and destroy charas.
ter, while degrading the profession to the level
of q show"
ThesWldow Van Cott, the woman preacher
IS described as pretty, plump little woman
with cheeks as soft at peaches, delicious brown
eyes, temptingly kissable mouth, and dim
pied hands. She dresses richly in black silk,
lets her hair stray in the faintest tendrils of
curls about her forehead, carries fine cambric
handkerchief perfumed by haunting White
Rose, speaks eloquently, fervently, and charm.
ingly.'
Commodore Vanderbilt did not like Jay
Gould, but William FL. Vanderbilt apparently
does. Gould has frequently been in consulta-
ton with Vanderbilt this summer at Saratoga.
The two men are strikingly unlike. Vanderbilt
big, burly, ruddy, strong, and aggressive in.
manner, a vast physical force; Gould, slight,
delicate, darkly pale, gentle in out-giving as
fine woman, low-yoced, quiet, a silent but
enormous power, brain supremely active, of
inexhaustible resources, an individuality brist-
ling with schemes and formidable with endless
combinations Vanderbilt is a gigantic blonde
Gould small brunette; one represents body;
the other, mind; but both have strength, keen
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perlative knowledge of human nature, and the
ramiications of business and prodigious cap
lta. Theirs is tremendous combination, and
it will be strange if it does not produce un.
looked-for and amazing results philadelphia
Press.
Theirs on the tribune: His head is only Just
visible above the marble rail that tops the mar
row cage from which each speaker in his turn
perorates. The face that belongs to that head
is very plain one, and as it were, hung be-
hind huge pair of spectacles, but the features
are lively, mobile, expressive and original. The
lips thin, capricious, sneering like Voltaire's.
are in continual play with a smile that is deli
cate, sarcastic and inquisitoral In the extreme.
Stop your ears at FIRST and open them by de-
grees, for the voice you will hear is thin, scold-
ing, stridulous. Yet thisIlittle man with this
voice is none other than NJ. Theirs one of the
most eminent men of the day, one of the most
powerful orators in the House. That squeak
ing voice utters words which are always heard
with favor and are often applauded with fran.
tic enthusiasm. From that nasal larynx flows
out speech clear as crystal, rapid as thought,
weighty and concise as meditation.
An old manuscript found recently in La Ro,
chelle contains some interesting particulars on
the Maid of Orleans who far from being q
fair woman, as seme artists have depicted, was
very dark; her hair was cut like page, and
straight across the forehead; and she wore
manly dress, pour point noir, chausses at
tachees, robe courte de gros girls noir ct un
chapeau noir; not very attractive costume.
This document, which has been published In
the Revue Historique, throws some light on
Count Suffolk and the siege of Jargeau, as
well as on the trial of La Pucelle.