The Portland daily press., 1877-07-11
Men and Women,

| country after the fall of the Empire, and while
France was straining every nerve to pay off the
milliards was to claim the pay yment of the for
tune which had been confscated during Napo-
Icons reign. One branch of the family having
to follow the example set by the rest of the
Catholic world, and to send the Pope jubilee
present, forwarded him a very Indifferent pic
ture painted by the Comte de Paris's daughter
The incident is SO thoroughly characteristic
that it has made every one laugh-except the
Holy Father.
The late Queen of Holland was lady of
swift and excellent wit She read very well
Greek and Latin, and she spoke and under
stood thoroughly, German, Dutch, Russian,
English and French. She had literary tastes.
and wrote divers magazine ar tcles 1t is as
serted that she also had an irrepressible ten
dency to dabbe in the politics of the Dutch
kingdom, which. according to court gossip, led
to domestic infelieity between her and her hus-
band, who did not share her views of public
policy. Indeed, if the same authority may be
credited, the King on several occasions admin
istered corporal correction to his wife for her
interference in State affairs. The Dutch do
not like the Germans, and she consequently
She was good and considerate woman with,
however, the exaggerated ideas of German
etiquette.
John. G. SAKE, the poet has just entered his
| sixty.second year. He claims to be a lineal de-
scendent of Hans Sachs, the old shoemaker
| poet of Nuremberg, who was an ancestor of the
| famous Marshal Sake, whose glory eliminated
in one of his descendants, George Sand"
The Duke de Nemours, who is described as
| looking exceedingly old aud exceedingly aristo-
cratic, prides himself on his resemblance to his
great ancestor, Henri Quatre, but his Bourbon
features are sharply cut and have an expression
| of frozen dignity.
Emperor Dom Pedro hadn't patience enough
when he visited Pompeii recently. An exca-
vation was, as is the custom, made for him;
nothing was found, and after some hours of
| fruitless shoveling, the Emperor, tired out de-
| parted, and the workmen stopped, leaving one
little corner untouched. Afterward there were
found in that Identical neglected corner three
| lovely little silver vases one covered with re-
pousse work, representing combat of ANA
zons And if he had waited five minutes
longer he might have had them.
Gladstone is six feet high, and carries his
| head erect and thrown somewhat back, which
| adds to his stature, apparently. His figure is
well developed muscular and large-boned and
his weight somewhere about 100 pounds His
| eyes are full of fire, deep-set and keen. His
cheek-bones are high and his jaws are broad,
aud somewhat bold-typcal of his Scotch an
cestry and descent His general contour is
easy, though angular. His complexion is
swarthy, and indicates predisposition towards
biousness He neither dresses well nor neat
ly. He wears high-quarter shoes that are
almost slovenly, and hat hungry for good
brushing. In the style of his shirt-collar, Mr..
| Gladstone is peculiar. The Great Commoner
affects flowing style Of linen side-boards,
that are constantly In play with his tireless
| jaw-bones. As whole, he would not strike
the looker-on as an exceptional man. His
walk and his talk, however, are strong
| London has really gone wild over q wonder.
fully beautiful woman who dropped down all
of sudden from one of the Channel islands.
This is the way Louis j. Jennings goes on
about her in his letter to the New York
World, describing Lord .Houghton's reception
of Grant: He is the lion of the season, sharing
| the honors with lioness who has suddenly
appeared in the London world and about whom
everybody raves. The lioness, my worthy edi.
tor-and had you been there you would have
made chase after her just as all the rest of us
did, and thrown dignity and pride to the deuce
1 did not think such creatures lived out of
heaven, but there she was in the flesh, and
such ustrous, dazzling flesh, shining and spot
less 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 q happier world
| her form like that of a Grecian goddess her
eyes-but the moment you see these it is all
| over with you; you are knocked, like that
| famous work of famous preacher, "higher
| than kite, and there is nothing for it but to
| PROSTATE yourselves meekly before the divinity
| aud go home and be miserable. And who is
| she? Well, really nobody knows much more
| about her than this that she is a lady from
| jersey, one of the Channel islands, that she is
| married to gentleman named Langtree and
that she has been plainly and quietly brought
| up, in manner becoming a gentlewoman
She only came over here with her husband for
| 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 wedeed
in on staircase merely to get glimpse of her.
| Judge, then, what must have been the feelings
| OF your too susceptible correspondent when he
| found himself sitting next but two to her at
supper the other night. His condition at one
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| recovery And the lion and the lioness went
| down to supper together quite a lovely
sight to witness. l do not know how it was,
but the ex-president with his usual good gener-
| alship managed to get Mrs. Lapetree on one
side of him, and Miss Howe of Boston on the
| other and then a look of perfect contentment
| came into his face, and verify believe that at
| that moment, he did not care cent for all the
dukes and dqchesses in existence. The crowd
| surged round the doors looking eagerly not to
say hungrily upon this paradise, brilliantly
| furnished supper-table, and beautiful women
sitting round it altogether feast worthy of
| the high gods, only 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 much indisposed to retire from his envia-
| able positon-in fact, he manifested an un-
mistakable intention to fight it out on that line
| if it took the rest of the summer. But the
i gnashing of teeth of the crowd in the other
| rooms became too loud to be misunderstood, and
| so we who had snatched a few moments Of
| Olymrlan existence were hurried back into
| this prosaic world again. Yes, yes, L dare say
| you will think this rather highfiown for such
| an old stager as am, and want to mark it all
out, but should like to sit you down before
these two beauties and see what you would
write afteIward. Few men would have drawn
/ 1t so very mild as l have DONE
John Burroughs writes to George Edgar
Montgomery: 81 am glad that at least one of
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+" think science must furnish the bone
of any great poem of our day; the flesh and
blood and the vital spark must come from the
DID, old source-the creative imagination"
Mrs. Julia Ward Howe snapped up an ILL
conditioned person at the recent woman's
| meeting in London. While she was speaking
| some man in the gallery initiated her voice; he
was silenced angrily by those around him, and
Mrs. Howe proceeded without remarking the
incident. After having come to the end of her
narrative of the suffrage movement in America,
Mrs. Howe said: "phere is one thing may
add before sit down. In my country when
woman rises before any audience to speak, you
may hear pin drop" Then she sat down.
Her shit back was received by loud and long
applause, and the quiet of the meeting was
thereafter unbroken
Alfonso, the young king of Spain, according
to the foreign fashionable papers, is bestowing
marked attention upon his cousin, Dona Mer-
cedes. 'Indeed, if any king besides the tradi-
tional Cophetua were ever in love, the king of