The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1878-07-04
THURSDAY MORNING, JULY 4.

and brows are quite dark, and her mouth is
well shaped, with an occasional downward
curve TO the corners that gives her piquant
and saucy expression. She was dressed plainly
In fawn colored suit, with black lace shawl
thd black turbsp, trimmed with band OF
oesa-orown Autumn leaves and long Brussels
let steamers. She wore no gloves and no jew
try, except single large garnet set in Roman
Bold, which fastened white lace tie at her
throat. She carried black satin fan with
border of black down, aud toyed with it as grace
fully as Spanish woman, while she leaned
back and gave her answers to Mr.. Springer"
A Frenchman cannot substitute st" for the
The final ''d'' of his name with impunity. The
family of De Rochechouart de Mortemart,
which boasts pedigree of nine centuries and
of having distinguished itself in the Crusades,
at Poictiers and Agincourt in the Russian cam
paigp, and the conquest of Algeria, recently
ook proceedings against some upstairs who for
two or three generations have filed civil and
military functions. These noyi homines had
taken it into their heads to assume title and
call themselves Mortenlart, instead of Morte-
mard. The Repu plican law officers of the Seine
Department have ordered them to spell their
name with ''d' and to put no particle or title
OF nobility before it. In the course of the pro-
ceedings st Simon's anecdote was quoted of
rhe Due de Mortemart ct de Vivonne of Louis
AlV.'s reign. who learning that plebeian had
assumed the name and arms of Rochechouart
publicly thanked him for the good opinion he.
name to any other.
rho
hey moves along corridors and over the bones
of the mighty departed in a state of badly sup
pressed dismay. Used to walking reverently
around the grave of even the humblest mortali-
ty, to see herself and brood actually treading
upon the most majestic of tombs is more to her
than paganism. On second toar of the abbey
was in the train of such dame-a fairly-read
intelligent lady, brm full of reverence, one who
at home worships her minister and pays regu-
lar, respectful Sunday evening visits to the local
cemetery. She will never forget her jannt
through Westminster Her running fire of
horror came out in undertones in this wise:
Gamma, dear, you are standing right on Ben
Jonson." James, my son, don't straddle
over Macaulay in that heather fashion," "Mr
Jones, you ought to be ashamed of yourself to
step on poor Charles Dickens" "Mercy on me,
here am walking across Dryden" and the
miserable woman sat square down on bench
above the bones of the first archbishop of Can
terbury, and gave up trying to be even halfway
respectful in minister whose every pas ing
stone is slab covering somebody who once
made the world wonder or tremble.-London
Letter.
OF Daniel Webster, when he visited Wheel
ing with his wife and daughter, an old nhabi-
tant writes to the Intelligencer of that city,
THAT massive man who seemed to loom up
above all others, who inspired one with his
majesty of his person, with his voice, with the
flash of his deep-set, dark hazel eye and with
his every movement was not really large
msn-in height he was only about five feet ten
inches. His head looked very large, but there
are many as large. He wore a z 5 s hat. Mr..
Clay's looked much smaller, but was of the
same size. His shoulders and chest were very
large, that was all; he tapered to very small
hips and very small hands and feet. he
weighed very little if any, over two hundred
pounds. He remained in Wheeling over Sun
day and attended Rev. DR.. Weeds church on
Fourth street, where he said he heard very
good sermon. 1t was amusing to see him and
his family start to church. He went ahead,
with that never to bs forgotten tramp, placing
his foot down as though he intended it to stay
there, there was no elasticity in his legs and
apparently there were no bones heel or instep
in his feet. His wife, not much for beauty,
came about rod behind with much the same
tramp. Miss Kate went rod bshind her,
with more of good looks and less of the tramp;
but she was very hard to keep step with, and if
the daisies of Marshfeld rise from under her
feet unhurt, they are harder than any I have