Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-06-03

dead-and here is a chance to say some
thing about banquet halls deserted, gar
lands withered-and all that old refrain
6dndL.
But another feeling rises in opposition
to this erasure of venerable architectural
memories-sentiment too, but of bet
ter sort because literally identified with
men and women worthy of remembrance
for impressive individuality and eminent
service in their day and generation.
When, through some of the inevitable
changes of time and the vicissitudes of
fortune, these stored old houses pass into
alien and moneyed hands, [ can readily
understand the motive which impels the
new man to put the impress of his bank
account upon the place, and give the up
holsterer a carte blG1ache-after having
first had the delirious builder wreak him
self upon all the zig-zag construction pos
sible in the contract.
Some of the new people get quite re-
membrance for the work of demolition
amongst the belongings OF famous persons,
whose troublesome admirers are so numer-
Gus as to shut out all thought of anything
but the valued associations.
For instance the Rev. John Wade of
Haworth church and parsonage will only
escape oblivion because he has striven
zealously to efface every reminder of the
Brontes. The pew in the village church SO
identified with the family,-where Thack-
cray, Lewes, and scores of distinguished
visitors had sat listening to the preaching
| of Charlotte Bronte's father has been re-
moved, and where it stood let into the
aisle.
Henceforth the Rev. John Wade, M. A.,
will be to Charlotte Bronte what the Rev.
Francis GastrelI is to Shakespeare. Not
alone in the church have such Disgusting
changes been made, but the parsonage
has suffered the modern transforma-
ton of plate glass windows, and its doors
are closed to all enthusiastic tourists, even
refusing to open for Miss Thackeray
whose father was Charlotte Bronte's es-
pecial admiration, and to whom she dedi-
cate Jane Eyre in the most Mandatory and
glowing terms.
| The old house as it appears now with its
addsa wing and smart staring windows
would be irrecognizable to the readers of
Mrs. Gaskell's absorbing book.
But, says the Rev. Mr.. Wade, "Why
should be expected to live in discomfort
in cramped and unwholesome house
simply because, somebody else lived there
| before me?
Most people would rejoin that there
was no need of his living there at all, and
that the Bronte house should have been
valuable enough in the regard of the Ha-
worth population to have been safe from
his molestation.
Sadly strange is the statement that the
only building left in Haworth to recall the
Brontes more in their grief than in their
fame is the Bull Inn, the resort of the
wretched and wrecked Branweu Bronte.
There his story is told, his brilliant
| and scholarly talk is recounted
and the old oak chair he used to occupy is
given an honored place in the bar-parlor,
which remains just as it was in his time.
He has found his best commemoration in
an inn after death, as perhaps during his
life he there found his chest welcome"
wonder if Sir Samuel Wilson, the new
lessee of Hughenden House, will retire the
memory of Disraeli?
Sam Wilson is an Irish Australian bo-
nanza parvenu who made millions in
sheep, and finally set himself to raising
salmon and populated river with them.
For this work he was knighted.
Hnrain fharn ic Gonna L;,o
| and his illustrious predecessor in Hughen-
den manor.
Sam Wilson was instrumental in increas-
ing the aristocracy of fish and Benjamin
Disraeli created an empress and series
| of dukes.
Sans work was the best after
| all. Far better the banquet where you
can eat rather than where you are eaten.
| Disraeli's grandees live on the masses,
while the masses live on Sir Samuers
grandees in that beautiful new country
where this audacious new baronet achieved
wealth and all its political honors, and
now settles himself in the home and
county in England sacred to toryism.
Another mention is to be made of Sir
Samuel Wilson, the salmon pink of knight
hood. He gave $15O,OOO to Melbourne
university in memory of his brother,
Cambridge senior wrangler, who died
while engaged in astronomical studies in
Melbourne.
There is talk of making beer hall and
garden of Rensselaerwyck manor and
grounds in Albany, New York. which seems
an inglorious yet not wholly inappropriate
disposition of Dutchman's foundation.
Four generations of PATRONS have lived
on this estate, which was the tract, or at
least part of it, given to Killian Van
Rensselaer,, dealer in pearls in Holland
in 1929, twenty years after the discovery
of the Hudson. In 1910 he took posses
sion of his feudal manor, clothed with all
the powers, rights and titles which were
confirmed to his descendants in every
change of government, and made them so |
powerful in the state of New York from |
that remote past. The brown stone man
sion built in 1915 would be a pretty mas
sive affair to rae. The hall goes straight |
through the building, and is fifty feet long
and tWenty-seVen feet wide