The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-18
STORIES ABOUT LONGfELLOW.

excused himself and went about shutting
the windows all over the house. Coming
back he remarked by wayof explanation,
81 hate everything that is violent. " A
little girl met Luigi Mont, the Italian
poet, who was on his way one Christ
mas to dine with LongfelIow, and asked
him to show her where Longfcllow lived
SO be took her along and told her 10
look out for tho white-haired gentleman
reading paper near the window. When
he entered he said to Longfellow: do
look out Of the window and bow to that
little girl who wants TO see you very
much" "a little girl wants to see me
very muchP Where is she?" He hast
ened to the door and reckoning with
his hand, called out; Come here, little
girl, come here if you want 10 see me. y
She needed no second invitation, and
after shaking her hand and asking her
name, he kindly took her into the house,
showed her the "Old Clock on the Stairs, "
the chair made from theyillage smithy's
chestnut tree and the beautiful pictures
and souvenirs gathered in many years
Of foreign residence. The child will car
ry all her life delightful memories Of her
Christmas call at Mr. Longfellow'5.
When professor at Harvard College,
says the New York Post, che was one
Of the few professors who then addressed
their pupils as Mr. bis tone TO them.
though not paternal or brothefly, was
always gentlemanly. On one occasion,
during an abortiye movement toward
rebellion, some Of the elder professors
tried in vain to obtain hearing from q
crowd of angry students collected in the
college yard; but when Longfellow spoke
there was a hush, and the word went
round, Let Us hear Professor Longfel-
low, for he always treated us as gentle
men, Mr., Samuel Ward, famous lob
byist, and brother of Julia Ward Howe,
says that when about ten years ago Long
fellow was paying me his usual Christ
mas visit, he read me The Hanging Of tho
Crane 200 lines. for which Mr.. Robert
Bonner, Of the New York Ledger, paid
him $1,000, having offered 81 900 when
mentioned the existence Of the poem
Mr.. Longfellow declined that price,
when the owner of Dexter, whom the
poet in his letters 10 me called 'Diomed,
the tame horse quadrupled his bid and
obtained the prize, The Cornhill Maya
zine paid Mr.. Tennyson three guineas a
line for 'Tythonus, and it was reserved
for the New York Lcdger to add pound
to the laureate's price. remember his
telling me that he had carried in his
thoughts for a year a scheme for the
Skeleton in Arm0r, whichwas suggested
by skeleton eXhumed believe, at Taun-
ton. aud exhibited at Fall River in a
museum long since burnt to the ground.
1t was, believe, in 1889 that be rode
with my sister, Mrs. Howe, and a gay
party from Newport TO Fall River, 10
inspect this curious relicy about which
he challenged my sister to make poem.
His translation Of the Inferno was the
result of ten minutes daily work at a
standing desk in his library while his
coffee was reaching the boiling point on
his breakfast table" Longfellow sci.
dom took part in politics, and rarely
ever said anything about them. But a
Boston correspondent OF the New York
Herdid says he was disguised at the
scheme to give Butler the Republican
nomination as Governor in 1873, anC
pronounced ii Il disgrace TO Massachu.
sets. From this he drifted to the vote
of censuro passed by the Legislature on
sumner for his battle flag resolution IN
the Senate, and said that Massachusetts
had been falling pretty low of late years.
His blue eyes, so gentle usually, flashed
fire as he alluded 10 these two incidents
in the politics Of the Commonwealth.
As the poet drained his cup OF Mocha
| he said, with more emphasis than he was
in the habit Of using, Put me down 4.
an anti-Buter man. "
William Winter tells some interesting
anecdotes about Longfellow. The poe
| was a boywhen his first poem was print
| ed. He sent it TO the editor Of a Portland
weekly paper 1t did not appear. HI
sent ii to a rival weekly, and the mex
week ii came out. lie bought copy 0
the paper fresh from the press, aud walk
ed with il into q side street, and the
for the first time saw poem OF his ow
actuallyin print. II have neyersince ha
such thrill Of delight over any Of m
publications." he said A stranger wa
once introduced to him. who said wit
great fcrvor: "Mr. Longfcllow, | hay
long desired the honor Of knowing you
Sir am one OF the tew men who hay
read your 'Evangeline ~ An Englis
lady, on being introduced, said: "Wh.
Mr.. Longfellow, | thought you weI
dead' mo, madam, you sec ! tax
the liberty of living" "Yes-but
thought at least you belonged to Wasl
ington's time" One morning a ma
forced his way past the servant who ha
| opened the hall door, and burst in upo
the presence Of the aStonished author
his library. "Mr Longfellow you'i
a poet, | believer" well sir, son
persons have said So" "All right, NJ
Longfellow! Poet it is! Now, I've Gale
here to see if couldn't get you to writ
some poetry, for me to have printcC
and stuck on to my medicine bottle
You see | 30 round scllin' this medicin,
and il you'll do it, it'll help immcnsel,
and III just tell you right now, if yo
give me the poetry, I'll give you n bot
of the carminatiyo and it's ~ a bottl
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