The sun., 1880-12-12
,,yIys ArA CnOp HOUSE.
,Ir. Dn.,ei Don,givadnm Quotes Poetry and
I.npses into Verse.

Lnpses into Verso.
At about o'clock the other evening The
SuS's reporter on hs way up town. stopped at
tho Fifth Avenue Hotel. II was swarming with
politicians on their way to washington with
solid men whom they were delighted 10 meet
md with other persons less substantial who
were delighted to have met them. But. sitting
whore the reporter had first found him.
Mt the side Of the entrance hall, was no less re-
epoctabe gentleman than Mr. Daniel Don't
r,yndam. Mr.. Robert Bulge had again got
away from Boston and was with him. THE
SuNSreporter wns preoccupiod in his mind and
would have passed his friends without being
aware OF their presence had not MIR. bulge
started up and hailed him.
Tho long weeks have fingered" Mr.. Bulge
inserted since last we did part. The old
man and are going out TO dinner. Won't you
come along 2"
"I should SMILE" was the Sun mans
errghtly response. after moments Graceiul
hesitation. Where are you goingH'
we haven't made up our minds yet" re-
piled Mr. Budge. Where's good placep p
Il know of one" was tho answer. will you
como with met"
Mr.. Bulge turned to his friend for his senti-
tncnts, and Mr. DontglVadam nodded assent
and rose. Tnoy crossed Madison square ana
TOOK TOuftn avenue car III NhiSh '"'' 49,
somo distance nnd then got out and proceeded
on foot around several corners. and further up
town until they came to n two-story house, with
lenfrss vines trained over its irort.whch their
Guide pronounced to he the place. Pushing
open the outside door. he led tho way into a
small entry. from which another door opposite
cont Of arms carved and gilded upon the wall
pnened into low studded apartment OF mod
crate size. Its ceiling and walls had long ago
been decorated with paper Of striking design.
which age. tobacco smoke. and weather stains
bad completely subiued. On the walls hung
great number OF pictures. some OF them very on
lertaning. and varied enough TO include colored
prints Of English fox hunts. character sketches.
pil paintings, and woodcuts from illustrated
papers.
Set into, or rather through. the wall was the
bar n little pen having at its back one OF those
machines which SPOUT different kinds OF beer
when you pull the handles and all around were
shelves holding quiet-looking bottles. Out In
Che main ROOM which was warmed by fires in
two CRATES were n number of black. shiny
tables at one Of which the reporter and his
friends. having laid aside their overcoats and
hats sat down and ordered dinner Presently
Il wns brought in. TO each man tray. with
Toast beef. Yorkshire pudding. bread pickles.
and various vegetables upon it. each in small
temptation Of which brought tears to the eyes
OF MIR. Bulge. whose appetite was sharp and
when small boy in Knickerbockers and red
stockings brought three several pints OF Eng
lish ale in silver mugs the feelings OF the Bos-
touian nearly overpowered him. and it was in
choky voice that he inquired OF THE Suns rep
Sosontative:
Between friends, would you mind letting on
what humane society runs this placer"
He was assured that rare perfection like that
around him was only attained by private enter
prise and by the personal supervision of the
proprietor. who was beaming at him from be-
hind the bar Indeed. their dinner was so en-
tirely satisfactory to all three gentlemen that
they were con ant for time to discuss it to the
exclusion OF other matters. But it came to an
end in time; the trays were removed. the pint
mugs rened. and MIR. Bulge looked about him
and sighed.
We'll. Robert" said his friend. as he lighted
cigar. what's the matter now2 What grieves
you. my child?'
oh it's my Internal cart" the Bostonian re-
piled impatiently. You see. while ago sent
It to be repained; and l thought the effect
would be dazzling II had the wheels done in
canary and the body in claret. So ordered II
80. and it did dazzle. When l got 1t back it was
30 fine that 1t took most OF one morning to get
with the machine behind him. wasn't going
TO DO too sudden about having it out myself. 30
] said to Mullins. my groom I've got business
IN New York tonight, and / may stay day or
two and want you to have the horse out for
exercise in the cart every morning, rain or
shine. till l get back thought II we had a
few days Of wet weather and mud some OF the
shine might get taken off those wheels. so that
tho dogs wouldn't bark at them. But there
hasn't been n wet day since l have been here
Don't YOU call that hard luck2'
The philosopher admitted that 1t seemed q
pretty severe dispensation.
"Rgadl" continued Mr. Bulge. it's more
work-it exhausts more tissues and emptes
more brain ces-to keep respectable dogcar
on the road than TO manage an orphan asylum
No doubt" put in The SUNS representative
but then 1t brings you in more glory"
Yes" he answered. L" but sometimes doub
IL glory is very filing at the price. Come now
don't 90 TO sleepl" he added. turning to thu
philosopher. " What do you think of gloryf"
Mr.. Dontgivadam replied by quoting Praed's
think tho ihinr call Renown,
For wicG "i1t't"s'i, ,e sacT TSG%r SnTn, town,
L. like the INST which ns he flies,
TIE horscman caves behind him.
Or II he does, tney bind HIM.
we'll sald Mr.. BudEe that leaves Fam'
without n leg to stand on that's clear. You looi
for something more substantial. l suppose. Dc
you want TO get rich ?"
And for a good old-Rentlemanly vice
hink might take up with avarce.'" the phi
iosODhor returned.
From which l infer that you consider
unfit to be the stay OF your earlier years. VIII
don'tyou go into retreat. and learn everything
md write booksH
OF making many books" he quoted
There is no cnd and much study is weari
hess to the ncsh.'"
"A true hll" responded the Qucstioner. "bu
didn't look for it from you. So you couldn'
consent.to exist for fame or money or books