The Portland daily press., 1879-10-15
Gossip
About Men and Women.

Edward King thinks the Alpine horn all
very we'll in poetry, but it is distressing thing
to hear, and seems to trouble the serenity OF
the mountains"
Several of the minor Paris papers are dis
cussing the chances Of Mrs. Woodruff being
elected president of the United States They
treat tn idea of her being put in nomination
as perfectly serious and represent her as hav-
ing had great oratorcal successes in England.
Cetywayo, the Zulu King, is rather hand
some man. He has singularly dignified and
stately air, tall, sinewy figure, good features,
a fearless glance, beautiful teeth, a head splen-
didly set upon his shoulders, and velvet skin.
His attire is likewise impressive-a 50 table
cloth of the ordinary red aud green pattern.
His captivity does not seem to affect his spir-
Its; he is perfectly cheerful, has a good appe-
tite, chats pleasantly with his wardens and
enjoys his daily walk.
The poet Tennyson lately refused to take
possession of certain property of his deceased
brother, Rev. Charles Turner, with the condi-
tion of changing his name to Turner. But
his youngest son, Lionel Tennyson, is to sue
ceed to the estate and will assume the name OF
Turner. The Rev. Charles gained the proper
ty by consenting to a similar change Of sur
name.
The model of Mr.. j. S. HaItley's statue OF
William Cullen Bryant, which is to be cast in
bronze and set up in the Central Park, has
Just been completed. 1t represents Mr.. Bry-
ant sitting in a rustic armchair, his head
slightly inclined, and supported on his right
hand, his elbow resting on the arm OF the
chair. The left hand is clasped upon manu-
script in his lap. The model and its pedestal
are about five feet high.
1t is not often remembered that NJ. Victor
Hugo is Count, and member of family
that has borne title since 1881. Alexandra
Dumas was and his son is, by the ordinary
French Law of succession, Marquis de la Pail
leterie, yet perhaps not one in ten even of their
educated countrymen is aware of the fact. 1t
has been said with some truth of NJ. Theirs
that he never forgave the "noblesse" for hav-
ing been born 'roturier." Accordingly,
when Marshal Soult, who was himself Duke OF
Dalmatia, and devout worshipper OF rank,
condescendingly addressed him as IN. lie Bar
on" Theirs mockingly whispered, An ca,
Marechal, supposing / wanted title, don't
you think should have given myself better
one? 1 should have made myself at least
duke"
Mr.. Thomas Littleton Holt, the English
journalist who has Just died, is reported to
have been the original of queer, shabby Mon
tague Tigg in Martin Chuzzlewit," though
the portrait was so overdrawn as to be barely
recognizable. Mr.. Holt was kindly and ge-
nial man, and, rich or poor, never without
friends.
Celia Thaxter, in letter to the New York
Tribune, gives some interesting items respect
ing the life of the artist Hunt at Appledore,
Isle of Shoals, and his sad death. He had
been there about eight weeks, living with de-
voted sister, and peaceful and happy, in spite
of the disease of nervous prostration under
which he was laboring. He had seemed as us
ual ON the morning of his death, and after
breakfast sat while with his friends by the
fire, for the falling rain made it chilly. Be-
hind the cottage at Appledore, at the top OF
the ledge, is tiny basin followed out OF the
rock to catch the rain, the tranquil water re-
hecting every tint and change in the sky above.
Here" writes Celia Thaxter, 81 found all
that was left of our beautiful friend, floating
upon his face, while the wind futtered afold
of his long coat, which lay on the water, dark
in the sunny glitter OF the surface. elsewhere
unbroken. In a moment help was on the spot,
and unavailing efforts to resuscitate him were
made, but life had been gone some hours* ;
I wish all who loved him could have looked on
his grand still face when he was dead, for
there was peace. OF the splendor Of the ge-
MUS lost to the world, of the beauty of that
high nature, too noble to harbor bitterness or
any ungencrous thought toward any creature,
there is no need to speak. He is great light
untimely quenched, and there are no words to
match our love for him, our reverence and our
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