The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-05-31
s0aLEEAMOUS PEOPLE.
Pen Photograp>c 13aa by Sarah X
Barton in Harner's Razar


his coming is hung with satin striped in
| pink and red. The mantel is of red vel.
vet, with gilt embroidery; the chairs oil
tapestry corresponding in color with the
walls. The chandeliers are of exquisite
ly colored Sevres china, arranged fol
| candles. Victor Hugo enters from the
dining room where he has been at din
ner with some friends on Sabbath eve
ming, as is discussion. A lady is on each
| arm. One with white hair is the lifelong
friend of his deceased wife. He greets
US cordially, kissing the hand of each OF
| US three ladies. Though an exile in the
| island of Guernsey for nearly twenty
years::by reason his hatred for the Bona
parties, he has learned almost no English
| though he said to us, II must speak a
little English" but imme-
| diately began to converse in
French. He stood much of the
time by the mantel, with his hands
| folded behind him. He is of medium
size, his snow white hair cut rather
close, standing up all over his massive
head, and his eyes are piercing and
strong. He impresses one as fearless
man, who would willingly die for liberty.
All present treated him most defer
entially. One young man said to him,
"Great master'-for thus they all adj
dress him-''you are the leader of the
nineteenth century" He replied: Per
haps ana one of it's representative men.
came in with the century, and I shall
20 out with it," He is tireless worker,
rising regularly at five or six in the,
morning and writing all day at his desk,
standing.
Robert Browning, living at Warwick
Crescent, London, has all t he kindness
of manner of Whittier or Longfellow.
He is seventy years old, with white hair
and mustache, but with all the vigor of a
man of fifty. He pleasantly asked my
husband to take the arm chair, saying,
~ am not old enough tor it," His beauti~
full home is full ofremembranc>s OF Mrs.
Browning. whose memory he tenderly
own, her chair, her books, her portraits,
if he would not come to Ameri:a, he
said, II dislike to cross the sea. and I
have many friends here, so fear
shall never come" He is liberal in
politics, judge from his admiration of
Mr.. Gladstone, and practical, earnest
thinker.
John Ruskin, the noble apostle of
art in England, lives at the head Of Con-
istone water-a beautiful Lancashire
lake. His home, Brentwood, is large,
rambling brick house covered with vines,
| set on hillside in the midst of forest
Of spruce, holly, chestnut and oak.
Close to the walls are beds of yellow
peoples, which seem to welcome one to
the place. A walk back of the house
leads to a mountain where Prof. Ruskin
revels in geological research. The house
itself is treasury of artand science. In
the drawing room, whose prevailing tint
is blue, are pictures by Rurne-Jones
Turner and Mr.. Ruskin. The library
ls, indeed, the workshop of a master
Books are on every side; some old, with
| Michael Anpelo's autograph, and some
enx s4e 9% aom hs5 e %ss sSsa
novels in manuscript. One desk
has a beautiful collection of dia.
monds, agates and other precious stones
each laid on crimson or purple velvet.
Here is circular table, covered with
green cloth, where he writes. His seal
is craven on the end of fine piece Of
| chalcedony five or six inches high
| Above is his bedroom, furnished in high
| chintz, simple, but the books and pict-
| ures are worth fortune. The absence
| Of pipes is noticeable. Mr.. Ruskin,
I believe, is much opposed to
smoking. The Turner's hung all about the
room, are covered with blue cases, lest
the light fade the exquisite colors. The
view of the lake, Conistone Cid mana
rugged old Mountain 563 feet highland
the ivy covered house where Sir Philip
| G;lnnxr EvoI s,,ov>S,i,,ev
Ruskin is a constant worker, studying
one subject. carefully for month, and
then another. He has great love for
working people, and is always trying to
help them by such publications. "Fors
Claviee1a" or the Society Of st. George,
which proposes a model village and a
museum. 10 this Mr.. Ruskin has given
| paintings and books, one Of the latter
costing five hundred dollars. He believes
| and rightly, the poor can appreciate
beautiful things. Mr.. Ruskin is slight
| ly built man, with modest manner. kind
blue eyes, and admirable power Of con-
| versation.
Mrs. Dinah Maria Mullock Craik lives
in Kent, in house in the Queen Anne
style, QUE of the most charming which
saw in England. She seems to me to il.
lustrate in her own home life, with he1
husband and only daughter, Dorothy
the ideals she has drawn in her books
Her first novel WAS "The Oglivies," pub.
lished in 1849, since which time she has
given to the world over 80 volumes. She
has written comparatively little since
her marriage, about sixteen years ago
She is queenly woman in manner
loved by all for her many ind acts
Mr. Holman Hunts little go]den-haired
daughter, Gladys Mulock. whose picture
was admired by everybody III the Roya
academy last year, held Mrs. Craik
| her grandmother, by the hand, as we
walked about the grounds.
| Jean Ingelow and her two brothers
live in a lovely London home, full o.
flowers, as one might expect from one
| who so loves nature. Great punches o.
| yellow primroses mo one can be in Eng
land in the spring and not love these
| tiny things thta make the fields yellow
with their bloom) and blue forget me
nots were about the house. The grounds
too, are perfect flower garden. Mis-:
1ngelow is most intelligent on all great
questions. She knows American litera
ture we'll, and speaks highly of many o
our writer's. She is not strong, goln3 tt
the south of France usually in the win
ter, while in the summer, in the Lon
don season, from May to July. her pres
ence is, of course, eagerly sought. Hel
"Songs of Seven" not a great favoritt
with her, will be favorite with the
world as long as there are women to be
wives and mothers. Miss 1ngelow makes
her writings secondary to her devotion t.
her home, and the comfort of those wht
are dear to her. Though she has writer
several books, she is best known amon'
US by her poems and her two novels
''Don John" and "Of the Skelligs." sh'
is in the prime of life, though her hair
turning gray, and will probably do mucl
more work. Her name is a household
word on both sides of the ocean.
Christina Rossetti, whose poems ar
pure, strong and finished, lives quie Il,
in the heart of London with her mother
to whom she is devoted. Her Owl
health has not been good for some y ears
Her hair and eyes are dark, the latter
very beautiful. Their home hes man,
r OF Danre GaDr1el Kossett1's pictures, on
showing the face of his young wife
whose death, two years after their maj
rage, cast shadow over his life. II
must have been patient worker as We
as creator, so full Of exquisite details ar
his paintings. Miss R,ssetti has writ
ten at least siz volumes of poe s,s prom
inent among which are Goblin Market
:, and the 'sThe Princes Progress" Sh