The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1882-05-21
STORIES ABOUT LONGFEL-
LOW.

OoA0 hN' A'SS Ao6OSS6
bis chair, be excused himself and
went about shutting the window" ell
over the HOUSE. Ginning back, be re-
marked by way of explanation, Il
hate everything that lie violent" A
little girl met Luigi Mont. the Itai-
ian poet, who was on his way one
Christmas to dine where LoDgfelioW
lived. So he took her along and told
her TO lock out for the white haired
gentleman reading q paper near the
window. When he entered be said
to Longfellow: "Do look out of the
window and bow to that little girl who
wants to zee on very much2" A little
Il ! wants to see me very much2Weere
is she?" He FASTENED to the door
and. reckoning with bis hand, called
out: Come here. little girl, come
here if you want to see me-" She
needed no second invitation, and
after shaking her hand and asking
her name, be kindly took her into
the house. showing her the "Old
Cock on the Stairs" the chair made
from the village smithy's chestnut
tree, and the beautiful pictures and
souvenirs gathered in many yesrs
of foreign residence. The child will
carry all her life delightful memories
OF her Christmas call at Mr.. Longfel-
lowe. When professor at Harvard
college, says the New York Post, che
was one of the few professors who
then addressed their pupils as Mr..
his tone to them, though not pattern al
or brotherly. was always gentlemanly.
On one occasion, buring an abortive
movement toward rebellion, som OF
the elder professors tried in vain to
obtain q hearing from a crowd of an
CRY students collecting in the college
yard; but when LongfelloW spoke
there was hush, and the word went
round. Let us hear Professor Long
fellow, for he always treats US as gen.
tIemen.' >" Mr.. Samuel Wsrd. IA
nous lobbyist, and brother of Julia
Ward Howe, sage that when about
ten years ago Longfellow wss
"psying me his usual Christ
mas visit, he read me The
Hanging of the Crane 200
lines, for which Mr.. Robert Bonner,
of the New York Ledger, paid him
81 900. having offered 81, 900 when l
mentioned the existence OF the poem.
Mr.. LongfelloW declined that price.
when the owner ct Dexter, whom the
poet in his letters to me called 'Di-
omed. the tame horse. quadrupled his
bid ard obtained tho prize. The
Cornhill Magazine paid Mr.. Tenny-
son three guineas a line for 'Tytho.
nus, and it was reserved for the New
York Ledger to add pound to the
isurste's price remember him tel ing
me that he had carried in his
thoughts for year a scheme for the
Skeleton in Arnor,' which was sug-
gested by a skeleton exhumed, l be-
lIeVe, at Taunton, and exhibited at
Fall river in q museum long since
burnt to the ground. 1t was. / be-
Iieve, in 1885 that he rode with my
sister, Mrs. Howe, and d gay party
from Newport to Fall river, 10 inspect
this curious relic, about which be
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,. " Long.
fellow seldom took part in politics,
and rarely ever said anything about
it. But q Boston correspondent
OF the New York Herald says he was
disgusted at the scheme to give But.
Ter the republican nomination as
governor in 1873, and pronounced it
a disgrace to Massachusetts. From
this he driftsd to the vote OF censure
passed by the legislature on Sumner
for bis battle flag resolution in the
senate, and said that Massachusetts
bad been falling pretty low of late
years. His blue eyes, SO gentle usu-
ally, flashed fire as he alluded to these
two incidents IN the politics OF the
commonwealth. AS the poet drained
Dis cup of Mocha he said. with more
emphasis than be was in the habit of
using, "Pus me down as an anti-But-
Ter man."
William Winter tellssome interest
ing anecdotes about Longfellow. The
poet was boy when his fret poem
was printed. He sent it to a rival
weekly. and the next week it came
out. He bought copy of the paper
fresh from toe prese, aud walked With |
it into q side street, and Ihvn Tor the
frat time saw poem of his own &C
tually in print. 81 have never since
had such a thrill OF delight over any
OF my publications, ''he said. A strsn-
ger was once introduced to him, who
said with great fervor: "Mr. Long
fellow, l have long desired the
honor Of knowing you'll Sir, I am
one Of the few men who have read
your 'Evangeline.' An English
lady, on being introduced said: "Why |
Mr.. Longiellow, thought you we're
desdl' ''No, madam, you see I take
the liberty of living" "Yes-but I |
thought at least you belonged to |
Washington's time" One morning
a man forced his way past the servant |
WLo had opened the hall door. and |
burst IN upon the presence of the as
tonished author in his library. "Mr. |