Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1885-11-26
From Our Stub, Bub.

boStou dnu us eHeiF0ns during lnes
short wintry days is just as bad as an,
other place; the dim lights on the Com
mon at five in the afternoon, the ragged
shivering tramp who seeks repose undeI
the rustic benches in the public garden
the vigilant policeman, bottoned to tn,
chin with his helmet well pulled for
ward, patrolling his beat on Beacon
street, while behind the curtained win
dows of the mansions and palatial clubs
the freight from ample CRATES plays
fitfully on wall and ceiling, all betoken
the presence of that arcn-enemy of the
poor, Winter! Happy is that careless,
light-hearted gentleman who, in all the
glory of immaculate evening dress and
warm overcoat. speeds down the steps
of his Questionable club to the cab
in waiting by the curb, not noticing the
piteous solicitation of the poor street
vendor standing near by; happy are
those wealthy bachelor acquaintance
whom the young man has just left sit
ting before the great hearth in the
lounging room of their favorite club,
slipping coffee and putting Habanas, the
cost of which would enable a poor
family to live a day. Happy are they ?
No. for one of the number is physician
who has just returned from visit to
the large hospital where, notwithstand-
ing his daily familiarity with suffering
humanity, his great heart has been
wrung with pity for the misfortune of
somelate-comer. The lawyer, too, is there
whose correct attire. impressive coun-
tenanee and irreproachable demeanor
proclaim the man of the world; he also
has his responsibility, for only to-day
has he been made the repository of a
secret, which if disclosed, would create
a social revolution. The journalist sits
apart from the group gazing into the
embers and wondering whether he
ought to increase the circulation of his
paper by the publication of the latest
thing in the way of domestic infelicity
that has reached his knowledge through
the medium of his lynx-like reporters;
the shadow of misery turks even in these
comfortable looking apartments. APP
preaching winter always suggests the
same idea of misery and want, whether
it be physical or moral. Thanksgiving
day is but mockery to the city poor
who are well fed for twenty-feur hours
by ostentatious charity that puffs it.
self out in the consciousness of doing
one good deed every year; the princely
donors make it last, in theft own minds.
until next thanksgiving day and the re-
cipients of their bounty are kept from
starvation for one week on the rations
SO generously bestowed.
Society of the literati has been set
ageg by the visit of Nine. Durand Henri
Greville) the charming novelist whose
stories of Russian life have achieved
such wonderful popularity. Her APP
pearance as novelist in France was
marked by the same reverses and dis
that beset all who EN-
bark on such life; the death of George
Sand, however, Mime. Greville halls as
a fortunate circumstance for her finest
literary ventures, in that it called at
teEtion to literature as a legitimate field
for women. The volatile French
men who were SO Indifferent at frs, but
whose good opinions are so invaluable
to the tyre. suddenly became eager in
their desire to forward the new aspir-
ant and from that time (1876) her sue
cess as q writer has been wonderful.
1t was your correspond ent's pleasure
to meet Ivan Panin, the noble Russian
refugee whose wise utterances are
quoted in the educational
column of your paper. He is at present
the editor of the Woman's Journal in
Boston. Nj. Panin's history is start
ling, not to say lurid succession of hor-
rors. His father was torn from his family
in the dead of night and sent to Siberia
by a government so devoid of humanity
as to stand to-day in the estimation of
enlightened nations as a synanym for
barbarity and oppression. Small
wonder is it that, to the eyes of the
Russian, blinded by one long dark vista
of revolving sights. all existing institu-
tons should present the appearance of
a mighty engine of oppression. The
pessimism of the hypochondriac
Schopenhauer finds its most ardent ad-
herents in the universities of Russia
where the students are taught what
could be but never will be.
The appointment of Mr.. Saltonstall
to the collectorship of the port of Bos-
ton does not evoke such unanimous
satisfaction among the mugwump-hat-
ilg Democrats as it ought. Mr.. Salton-
stall is a Democrat of the better class,
man in sympathy with the aim of the
administration in regard to civil service
a highly cultivated gentleman with
sufficient ability to successfully cope
with the requirements of his office,
while his detractors are, for the most
part. disappointed ofiice-seekers or their
axe-grinding friends.
The Suffolk bar mourns the death of
Prof. Wetherbee, prominent lawyer
and lecturer in Boston university law
school. He was found lying on the
floor in his office last Wednesday morn
ing; near the body was found a cup
containing the drugs of cyanide of pot
assium; no cause was assigned for the
suicide but it is said to be due to a
political disappointment. Prof Wether-
bee was graduate of Harvard in 1876,
the Boston law school two years later
and since that time has steadily risen in
his profession, and his place as lectur-
er will be hard to fill.
Boston play-goers are not afraid to
boycott managers who impose high
prices. Accordingly Mr.. Henry Abbey
ha ,.adt,naI tho ,o,,na. o., 49,. -. $3.50.