The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-10-16
STANLEY.

Lhe mysteries OF their designers. Burned
Troy has yielded the tiara of the frail
Helen to DR.. Schleimann. Henry M.
Stanley, the Herazd's special detective,
traversed the wilds and jungles of Africa,
and discovered the long lost Livingstone,
and in recent journey drew new geo.
line across the entire breadth of
that imDenetratable, dark continent. It
now remains for Euery Saturday to give
to Its readers startling piece of news
that it has discovered, which is nothing
more nor less than an effort to discoverer,
and answer that almost enigmatical ques-
ton Of ~ no is Henry M. Stanley?"
That he has been the first white man
that has crossed that land of myth and
mystery the homage of all countries at
test. But although he has solved the
great questions that have puzzled the
geographcrs, he has reserved to himself
a mystery ,nat almost every one instantly
clears up willingly, cheeriully and salts
fs.etorisy. viz: "Who were your parents2"
The papers all TEEN with graphic &C
counts OF his exploits, but not one of them
has attempted to dilate upon his history,
tor the simple reason that they are IT,
norant of it the only al =: : ON to his birth
being in foot note to little penny
pamphlet published in London, which
says: "Of Mr.. Stanley's early life little is
known Wales ana America both claim
him. lac himself will probably soon set
tie the vexed question" That question
we propose to settle now on the very best
OF evidence, that of his own mother. from
whom we are in receipt of the entire
particulars, and his desire to shield his
ingratitude to the woman who bore him
is undoubtedly the reason why his early
life is shrouded in such mystery. The
letter is dated High Park street, Seton
square, Liverpool, August Is, and from
it we CLEAN the following facts.
The explorer, whose right name is
Henry M. Eastaway, was born in New
York city on the Goth of October, 1843,
and christened by the Rev. Father Smith
at James Street Roman Catholic Church.
near the Bowery. His mother was born
in Ireland, but for some time resided in
Baltimore. His father was sea captain
and when the child was still very young
the family went back to Europe. During
a voyage in 1858 the father died, and the
boy soon after, while sojourning at his
aunt's farm, at Clay Castle, had some
words with his mother, and, in fit of
anger. she said to him: "Would to God
you were somewhere from me-" to which
he replied; "Never mind, mother, as soon
as can get a ship I will take care
that | shall not come back.
Should get to America can claim it
as my birthplace" The boy was as good
as his word, and in the same year C58) he
sailed from Queenstown in bark called
the Jacob Kellerd and few lines for
his mother from Limerick. asking for her
prayers and acknowledging the filial love
he had for. her, were the last she has
over heard from him; nor did she ever
lay eyes on him again until the day of
Livingstons funeral at Westminster
Abbey. In company with friend, Capt
Lamont. "a letter from whom is also in
our possession) she recognized him among
the six pail bearers, and the captain, to
satisfy her, asked some one standing by,
who the person was, and the reply came,
"Why, that's Henry M. Stanley, the man
who discovered Livingston"
1t IS hard to deceive the unerring in
stinct that pulsates in mothers heart,
and beneath the searching scrutiny of her
eyes he quailed and hid his face in the
folds. of the silk flag. Captain Lamont,
referring to the scene, says in his letter
III see by what you say that the people in
Liverpool will not allow Mr.. Stanley to
be your lost son, but think if they were
present at the interview we had with him
at Mr.. Livingstone's funeral, they would
be of different opinion. The poor wom-
an sought her ungratefuI son at the Lang
ham Hotel, in London, and was shown
into the parlor. We had best let Mrs.
Eastaway describe the scene in her own
words: He put out his hand to me. Said
I. Are you not nice son2''Well,' he an
swered, Il fancy there must be some mis-
take here Then said I, you can rec
fifty it, 'Well,' he answered, ANY mon
ey you want you can have Why said
I, do you offer me money if I am not
your mothor2 Did I not write to you and
to Mr.. James Gorden Bennett, saying
need no aid, only to relive my distracted
mind"
he then ques toned her as to any par
ticular marks her son had, and when she
told him that if he were her boy he had
peculiar India ink marks upon his arms,
and mole on his neck, he WINGED and
refused to satisfy her, but said, "Have
patience for year or so, Mrs. Eastaway
your son will turn up" This was too
much for the mothers heart to bear, and
she cried to him. He may turn up to
be brother to your brothers, but never a
son of mine," and lelt the room.
The fact of this statement we can SUBJ
stantiate by the letters in our possession.
Mrs. Eastaway is by no means in poverty,
a comfortable home and two strong sons
to depend upon. One of them is second
officer of the steamship La Place, now
bound from Rio de Janeiro to New York,
and the other one is on the Explorer,
now in Australia. We have only stated
plain facts as they came to us. If they
be incorrect, then let the New York Her.
aid. in whose employ Mr.. Stanley is, rec
tify the error.