The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1879-07-17
TON MOORE AND DISRAELI.

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bottom of the staircase; Mr. Moore,
cried the top; AID with his glass at hi;
eye, stumbling over an ottoman, between
his nearsightedness and the darkness oil
the room, enter the poet. Half glance
tells You that he is at homo on a carpet.
Sliding his little feet UP to Lady Bless
ilgton (of whom he was q lover when
! she was sixteen, and to whom some OF
the sweetest of his songs were written},
he made his compliments with gayety
and an ease combined with n kind OF
worshipping Difference that was worthy
OF n prime minister at the court of love.
| with the gentlemen, all of whom he
knew, he had the frank, merry manners
of confident faYorite. and he was greet
ed like one. He went from one to the
other, straining back his head to look up
at them (for, singu,arly enough, every
gentleman in the room was six feet high
and upward), and to every one he said
something which from any one else
would have seemed peculiarly felicitous,
bat which fell from his lips as if his
breath were not more spontaneous.
This is Willis's description of Moore,
in lis audaciaus ''Pencillings by the
Way, forty years ago. They were the
first and most brilliant Instances of
modern society reporting, gratifying
the love OF gossip and national interest
in the personality of distinguished peo-
pie. Yet the sanctity of private life is
so great III England that these free and
easy crayons of authors and politicians
III the drawing room were warmly resen-
ted, and Thackeray has left the resent
ment on record. Now, however, that
most of that fine society is gone with its
reporter, his sketches are very life-ike
and amusing. There is an air of intense
worldliness in the literary life he de-
soribes, graceful incincerity, as if all
It's figures lived only for sensation and
fiattery and applause; and it is easy to
fancy Carlyle breaking III upon It's dan
dyisms and iiippancies, like John Knox
upon the perfumed courtiers OF Queen
Mary, with his thus saith the Lord.
There is a great deal in the Journal about
"DisraelI the younger" Lord Bea
consfield Of to-day-and it is curious ic
compare the Prime Minister with the
exquisite Of Park Lane, 'Disraeli had
arrived before me, and sat in the deep
window looking out upon Hyde Park,
with the last rays Of daylight reflected
from the gorgeous gold flowers of a
splendidIy embroidered waistcoat. Pat
faatu or',7r=., itr.tuprtS
chains about his neck and pockets served
to make him, even III the dim light,
rather conspicuous object" He was
lividly pale, and seemed to be victim
to consumption. except for his energy OF
action and strength Of lungs. His hair
is described as extraordinary as his taste
in waisJcoats. ga thick heavy mass of
Jet black ringlets falls over his loft check
almost to his collariess stock, while on
the right temple it is parted and put
away with the smooth carefulness of a
girls, and shines most unctuously
with thy incompatible oil, Macassar."
To Carlyle, who lad not yet made HIM
self known, and to whose grim humor and
melancholy sincerity even Walter Scott
was not earnest enough, such literary
being as this must have been as ''un-
speakable'' as the minister of later years.
Willis says that he might as well try to
gather up the foam of the sea as to con-
vey an idea of Disraeh's extraordinary
language in describing Beckford. He
adds that Disraeli stalks like race
horse" and that it is great pity he is
not in parliament. Ha1cr'S Magazine.