The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1881-05-05

81 thought you were engaged to Mar
guerite."
"You thought wrong. Marguerite is
q fine woman, and marries title this
| summer"
How the March sunshine glittered
The whole universe seemed to have
undergone sudden transformation, and
my heartache became thing OF the past.
Anecdotes OF the Late Johns Hopkins.
He left 5000, 900, moiety of which
was divided between eighteen relatives,
and the bulk retained for university
and several hospitals. The nephew who
was often ut variance with him received
almost twice rs much as his brothers
| who never contradicted him. Mr.. Hop
kins never married. The daughters of
| Epaminondas we're that herO's famous
victories. The children of Johns Hop
kins are the splendid institutions he has
left to learning, to mercy and to science.
There never was a stronger man. he
started life with $400, and built up, by
his own exertions, o colossal fortune.
From the beginning, he declared that he
had o mission from God to increase his
store, and that the golden flood that
poured into his Golfers did not belong to
him or to the hundreds who sought to
borrow or beg it from him. He declared
that a supernatural power prevented him
from taking money from his pocket to
bestow foolish aims, and that some
day the world would know that he
was not the grasping, avari-
- o,,l ;,,Ao1 ha
accounted. He nevertheless helped Sc
cretly many worthy persons, and after
his death, it was discovered that not .
few merchants had been saved by him
from financial embarrassment and sorrow.
But in the common acceptation OF the
term he was not liberal. Toward the
close of q very long life he became stingy
and suspicious, but the end he had pro-
posed never suffered change. and that
was the mistress of his soul toward whom
he maintained an infexible fidelity.
"Cliftop" was his pride, and upon it he
spared no expense. Here the great uni
vers:ty was to be founded but in this his
design will be baffied. The city author
tiles have taken some seventy acres just
in front of the imperial mansion, and
the noble chestnut grove he had nur-
tured, not one tree of which would he
cut down even when withered, has fall
en- before the remorseless axe of pro-
gress. The foundationg of a vast lake
for the water supply of Baltimore are
| already in course of excavation, and the
engineers and their rude implements &C.
cupy several of the beautiful chambers
of Clifton"
An uncanny old tramp used to station
| himself under giant OAK that stood SEN
try by the lodge of "Clifton." This
made Mr. Hopkins nervous and became
a mortal offence. He told one of his
nephews of it and said he did not know
how to abate the nuisance.
"Why not pay him, uncle, and send
him away?" queried the young man.
"Pay him money!" MIR. Hopkins ex-
claimed, while his long arms few about
like windmills. "Pay him money! God
forbid! When 1 do that there III be a
hundred vagabonds here instead of one'r
"Well, the.," added the nephew, eff l
were you, Uncle Johns, l would kick
him out?"
II cannot do that" the old man said,
81 am afraid!'
"What!" the nephew retorted, "are
you afraid of such cur as that?'
"No, mol" Mr.. Hopkins whispered
hOarsely, IL am not afraid of him, but
afraid Of God. Did you never read in
the Bible how Dives treated Lazarus:
Would you have me repeat that story and
burn in hell forever"
| That ended it.
On one of the last days of his earthly
existence Mr.. Hopkins called his devoted
gardener to him and said:
II am beginning to hate this place,
because it does not bring in money. ]
hate everything that does not bring in
money. Did you ever feed hogs? Have
you not observed that the strong an.
finals bear away the ears of corn and
that the weaker ones pursue them
squealingly, in hopes that all or some OF
the treasure will be lost or dropped?'
The gardener replied that the sketch
was true one.
"Well, them" said Mr.. Hopkins, l am
that strong hog. have that big ear OF
corn. and every piggish rascal in Bal.
timore is intent on stealing or wrestling
it from me! Sir" he said, turning
brusquely to the gardener, do you
think very rich man is happy?'
Tho gardener answered:
1.-The extreme Of poverty is sad
thing. The extreme of wealth, no
doubt, bears with it many tribulations.' y
Mr.. Hopkins rejoined: You are