The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-06-11
ABOUT PEOPLE AND THINGS.

GENERAL GRANT has severed his connection with
the church over which Rev. DIR. Newman presides.
Mr.. w. h. MALLocK, author of rs Life Worth
Livingl' is to be a candidate for Parliament, so he
will soon find out.
JOSH Billings and his wife have commenced their
usual summer trip over New York highways, with a
handsome team and carriage.
The ways of the British publisher are peculiar. 1t
is said that in Great Britain the works of Robert
Browning can be purchased only in twenty-five vol
umes at a cost of about $50.
LORD RANDOLPH CHURCHILL is said to prepare be-
forehand and commit to memory every Important
speech he delivers, and he seldom reads . book, but
studies newspapers constantly.
SENATORS HARRIS and Jackson, of Tennessee,
have presented to the White House a portrait of the
widow of ex-President Polk-an admirable copy of the
Healey portrait, and the gift of ladies of Tennessee
and other Southern States.
JUST before the last amateur concert in which he
took part the late Duke of Albany was told that a
song he had chosen was not well suited to his voice.
Never mind, - said he; Its author needs a lift" and
and he persisted in his choice.
A SON of Kossuth, who held the position of chief en-
gineer of the railway company Alta Italiana. received
notice that in future only citizens of the country could
receive appointments. He accordingly gave up his
Hungarian nationality and has applied for Italian
citizenship.
A NUMBER of our Southern exchanges agree in the
qualified opinion that if the Mason cotton harvester
now being prepared for a decisive test on the next crop
is successful it will cause results more far-reaching and
important than attended the introduction of the
Whitney cotton gin. It's effect upon the status and
destinies of the negro will be something especially to
be observed.
Mr.. ANDREW D.. WHITE, the president of Cornell,
weighs hardly one hundred and forty pounds. He
has lean arms and large hands, a head running back
to a high crown and dark hair streaked. with gray.
He stands straight, has a countenance expressive of
both ~fexibility and purpose, and under the scissored
beard and mustache are seen the jaws of q sound an
imal structure"
THE New Haven Register says that Mark Twain has
several blank forms pinned over the table on which
he writes. One is a defamation of an invitation to
dinner; another is for destinations to give opinions
otherwise compliments, Clemens phrases it, on liter
airy productions, and another is a blank for declining to
send articles solicited by this and that journal. If
Twain did not employ some such system for answer
ing the deluge of letters of this sort he would soon
find himself overrun with senseless correspondence.
AT the head of Lord Beaconsfeld's grave flowers in
the form of a cross afford a brilliant display of
hyacinths of I'll colors, mingled here and there with
bright red and yellow tulips. The grave is very care
fully tended by the sexton, and a succession of flow
ers kept up all the year round. The sexton says he
doubts whether Lord Beaconsfeld would have liked
all these flowers. He would never allow a flower to
grow on his wife's grave. Where all these flowers
are now there was nothing but plain turf. The
Queens wreath, looking rather aged, still fingers
there.
THE first Presbyterian church in America, as an
organized and sustained force, was established in
1888, at Snow Hill, Md, by Rev. Francis Mackenzie,
and the first naa+;n0h ouea ,uoe rao+a - +L,o4 -. A.
following year, A new building succeeded in 1745,
and in 1895 a brick structure, still standing, was
built. 1t is in so ruinous a condition as to be unfit
for public worship, and architects pronounce it past
repairing. 1t is deemed eminently proper that a new
memorial church ediice should mark this historic
site, and Presbyterians throughout the country will
doubtless be glad to contribute to such an enterprise.
Subscriptions will be received by Judge E. K. Wilson,
the Hon. G. W. Covington, and Mr.. John W. Smith,
of Snow Hill, Md.
AT one time Washington conceived the idea of d-
viding the Mount Vernon estate into farms and let
ting them out to English and Scotch farmers. The
plan was formulated and an Englishman named
Parkinson was induced to take the matter in charge.
The voyage took up twelve weeks of his time, during
which nearly all of his fine stock, valued at many
thousand dollars, died, and he landed under no very
fattering circumstances on American soil. Having
led a high and easy life, he was Disguised with the
crudity of everything he found here, and soon re-
turned TO Merry Old England" He wrote a book
concerning his trip. in which he gave a dismal view
of America and Americans in general, and the Wash
ington family in particular.
IAN absence of five years" writes a Springfield Re-
publican correspondent, had made my country
strange to me, and we were all in need of comfort.
when in the station al Jersey City. on our way to
Washington, we were introduced to a gentleman aged
about fifty, of short stature, youthfully dressed in
clumsy clothing of English make, that did not entire
ly conceal a figure of immense muscular power. His
heavy mustache and imperial were white as snow,
his complexion brown and glowing with health, his
dark gray, or blue, or brown eyes, for they varied
with the atmosphere, sparkled with good humor. On
the little finger of his large brown left hand was a
sapphire like the Pope's emerald in size and beauty.
He was a man of new type; it would not have been
possible to say whence he came nor what he was look
ing for. This was Sam Ward, as he looked in the
prime of life. Crawford's description of him in DR..
Claudius, at sixty-nine, is very good; but his partial
nephew invests him with attributes and graces he
never possessed, He was a very bad dresser, always
endeavoring with loose, heavy clothing to conceal a
ment may have been like a king if kings move
with busting rapidity, leaning forward, firmly planting
large feet rather 'splay' in their set, and with arms of
uncommon length"
Wants to Know What Hurt.