St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1877-07-06

did, and thrown dignity and pride to
the deuce. did not think such crea-
lures lived out of heaven, but there she
was in the flesh, and such lustrous,
dazzling flesh, shining and spOtless as
ivory, and white as the driven snow on
mountain -side-dear me, my aged
heart warns even now at the thought
of it Her face is like some dream of a
happier world, her form like that of a
Grecian goddess, her eyes-but the mo-
ment you see these it is all over with
you; you are knocked, like that famous
work of a famous preacher, ''higher
than kite" and there is nothing for it
but to PROSTATE yourself meekly before
the divinity, and go home and be mis-
cradle. And who is she? Well, really
nobody knows much more about her
than this-that she is lady fIOm Jer
sey, one of the Channel islands, that she
is married to a gentleman named Lang
tree, and that she has been plainly and
quietly brought up, in manner becom-
ing a gentlewOman. She only came
over here with her husband for a little
holiday, and everybody made dash at
her at once, as gold-hunters grasp at
some huge nugget. And now she is all
the rage, and people climb up on chairs
or stand wedged in on a staircase mere
ly to get glimpse of her. Judge then,
what must have been the feelings
of your tOO-susceptlble correspondent
when he found himself sitting next but
two to her at supper the other night.
His condition at one time was grave !;
but he is making fair recovery. And
the lion and the lioness went down to
supper together-quite Il lovely sight
to witness. | do not know how it was,
but the eX-president with his usual good
generalship managed to get Mrs. Lang
tree on one side of him and Miss Howe
of Boston on the other, and then look
of perfect contentment came into his
face, and | verify believe that at the
moment he did not care cent for all
the dukes and duchesses in existence.
The crowd surged round the doors look
ing eagerly, not to say hungrily, upon
this paradise, a brilliantly furnished
supper-table, and beautiful women sit
ting round it-altogether feast worthy
of the high gods, only l do not believe,
and never will, that the female partners
of their joys were half as radiant as are
Miss Howe and Mrs. Langtree. Gen
Grant seemed, it struck me, very indis-
posed to retire from his enViable posi-
tion-iH fact, he manifested an unmis-
taxable intention to fight it out on thai
line if it took all the rest of the summer
But the gnashing of teeth of the crowC
in the other rooms became too loud tC
he misunderstood, and so we who haC
snatched few moments of OlympiaI
existence were hurried back into this
prosaic world again. Yes, yes, dare
say you will think this rather highfiowI
for such an old stager as am, and wan
TO mark it all ont, but | should like t.
sit YOU down before these two beauties
and see what goa would write atterward
, Few men would have drawn it so yer,
mild us | have done.
Mrs. Julia Ward Howe ''suapped up
an ill-cOnditioned person at the recen
woman's meeting in London. Will
she was speaking some man in the gal
lery initiated her voice; he was silencet
angrily by those around him, and Mrs
Howe proceeded without remarking tn
incident. After having come to the ent
of her narrative of the suffrage move
ment in America, Mrs. Howe said
There is one thing may add before
sit down. In my country when Il wo
man rises before any audience to speak
you may hear pin drop" Then sh
sat down. Her shit back" was receiv
ed by loud and long applause, and tn
quiet of the meeting was thereafter un
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