The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1884-07-03

0p1n100 rom tho sweet whey, moth
erly expression Of her counte.
nance. Mrs. Gladstone does moi
look older than an American lady
commonly does at hfty:a Her hair IS
almost black, and her face is almost free
from lines and wrinkles: English wol-
en- Of the last generation dressed hide
ously; DIS the majority of the present
generation do. And Mrs. Gladstone,
In respect of dress, belongs to both past
and present. She always looks dowdy.
One cannot get over the feeling when
seeing her that she is of bourgeoise
origin. IF one did not know her one
would assume that she belonged to what
is called here the "shop-keeping class. =
When she came into the chapel on Sun
day she was really curiosity. Her
face is uncommonly sweet and spiritual.
Her smile tells the story of true and
gentle heart. But. Why should
any lady dress SO barbarously? The
pulled out hair; the big, ill-shaped
bonnet, with the old fashioned
spotted black veil; a long, rath-
er rusty, velvet cloak with
wide fur trimmings and ungloved hands,
did not seem suitable to the face. Dur
ing the service, and when Mrs. Glad
stone removed her cloak, she put on a
light coarsely knit worsted shawl, and
then, to me, the picture of odds and
ends seemed complete. But to Mr..
Gladstone; I was panied to see him.
He shufaed into the chapel and into his
pew, but with quick, nervous, ll-regu-
1o%o1 efo~> that indicated cir of
will trying to overcome weakness of
limb.
He looked two inches shorter than he
dld four years ago. His face is full of
crows feet. Lines and wrinkles run in
every direction upon it, and if he were
100 years old his face could not be more
wien and worn. This withered,
pinched face, with it's great, penetrate
ing, restless eyes, was almost weird. I
sat Immediately facing the Prime
Minister and within ten feet of
him, and I must say-I am
bound to say-that his presence
panied me all the while I
was in the chapel. He is man with a
great trouble on his mind, or else no
face ever in this world told the story of
trouble. When he closed his eyes in
prayer-and I peepe1 several times to
see-there was almost an agony on his
countenance. He was so uneasy and
restless when standing up, so fdgety
with the books and his fan, that it was
deeply painful to see him. Many evil
reports were in circulation years ago
about the social life of this brilliant man,
but one hears so many such things in
all European countries that T fancy no
one pays any considerable attention to
these scandals. For one, I believe he is
socially as pure as sunlight or snow
flake is pure. But this needless blood
shed in Egypt seems to haunt his soul
as spectre, and he is like all men of
indomitable will, he just falls short of
great will on great occasions when
man needs will to immediate his own
will.
Mr.. Gladstone has not got the will to
slay his will. He has gone most woe
fully wrong, and he cannot consent to
acknowledge it and retrace his steps. 1t
is we'll known to Mr.. Gladstone's friends
that he keenly felt being Kissed at the
opening ceremonies of the Health Ex-
hibition, anu it is said that he realizes that
his political career is ending rather in
shame than glory. He holds his follow
ing through the sheer strength of his
magnificent past record. Mr.. Glad
stone is o devout man, and I should say
that his manner during the service was
one of reverence and piety but his mind
was, for the most part of the time, pre-
occupied. He was dressed, as he always
is when I have seen him, neatly but not
in the best taste. His enormous
straight and rigid collar always disfg-
ures him.