Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-22

Mr.. Hall concerning his past, he said,
| All, my dear young lady, / have passed
busy and an eventful life. l have seen
many geniuses come and go, rise and fall
| have known Percy, Wordsworth, Byron,
Motherwell, Tom Moore, Mrs. Browning
and her husband, and poor L. E. L., while
count now among nay friends our Lau-
Ieste, and your mighty Longfellow, whom
think the gIatest and only poet of this
time and generation. consider Tenny-
son as belonging to past age, Arthurian
if you like. | look about me, having
known giants in my time, and what do
see? A few singing minstrel boys
stringing rhvming lines together and
sending them forth as poetry. l tell you, :"
shaking his white head till each indi-
vidual hair took life of its own, 1--WE
have but one living poet, and he is not
ours, but yours, Loo sfellow.n Their room
IS full of souvenirs sent by those who
started in the race with him, but who
nave gone to their rest before them, as
we'll as OF many tokens of love still
tender and grateful in living hearts. DO
you see that little harp on the piano un-
der glass case2' he asked me; sthat
belonged to poor Tom Moore. Many,s
the time he has taken it up, and PLAYED
and sang his own melodies to the wife
and me. After his death his widow sent
it to me. 1t has been mute since then.
That table, small and common looking,
is one Wordsworth wrote many of his
sonnets upon. Look; this is poor L E. l. S
little worn pocket book; she sent it to my
| WI q ac a far ,1f rh IL
little note, when she went away with that
brute Of man. She never came back to
US, and the poor little purse is pathetic
thing, is it not? Shall tell you how |
first came to know Mrs. Rrowning2 miss
Barrett she was then.) There came to
me one day, in the youth of my editor
ship, a manuscript, beautifully written
and as clear as print. 1t was a poem of
such rare excellence and beauty that the
thought arose that was being made the
subject OF practical joke, and that it
was one of Wordsworth unknown to me
With fear and trembling, I published it
under the modest signature, E. B. 1t
was her first published effort, and the one
She refers to so kindly in her letters to
Horne. So | came to know her, and to love
her tor herself, as had admired her for
her genius Once there came to my hands
small manuscript, in cramped hand writ
ing, not signed. read it, for mark YOU.
no good editor leaves the disposition of a
manuscript to his readers. With the
first quarter of 1t I was utterly disguised
and said, IL my superior vanity, what do
care for the petty troubles of a petty
village, or the petty squabbles of two
petty rival newspapers Luckily for me
read little further, and began to take
IN the cleyerness, the delicate wit, the
subtle humor of it. 1t was very late at
night when / finished it, and said, Thank
God. for seeing its light. All, | see you
know what it is You would be ashamed
to be Ignorant of it, for truly it was latte
Ped1inqton! | actually quaked in my
shoes to think how nearly had passed it
by. Must you go? An, SO you leave us
to attend on Mr.. Welsh. Why sou
"This is the Fourth of July, Mr.. Hall.
The day of our glorious Independence.
must go TO wish my country fresh pros.
perity.'
The dear old man rose from his chair.
| and tossing back that mass Of white hair,
swung IlS manu- dDoVc MS leaQ, ana
shouted, "Hooray HooraY MY little
friend" he added, 81 stood on Bunke
Hill one Fourth of July, and believe me
no one cheered more heartily or Justify
than I, at a victory gloriously won by a
glorious and great people. So tell them
when you go home that the kindest
hooray you heard in England for the
other country was from an old man near
ly 80!" 1t so happened it was the only
one my patriotic ears did listen to. We
crossed the room together, he to present
me to Mrs. Henry Wood, the novelist, a
small, quiet woman, with delicate face
sensible and kind, almost quakerish in
her dress, and not at all what one would
expect of the author of East Lynne. At
leaving Mrs. Hail kissed me, Mr.. Hall
holding my hand the while, and giving
me, as a souvenir, their photographs and
some of his verses. 1t was a real good
bye, for the next day they went to Ryde,
and few weeks later saw me on my way
to America. | could not refrain from
showing how kind and genial, how in
teresting and interested are these dear
people in all who come near them. They
have aided many by kid words and acts
and among the number / am proud to
enroll myself as one, though of the least,
among them. DE GRAssE.