The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-01-10

seemed, a D.. Creighton, a minister Of the Episcopal church, despite his Scot tish Parentage, fell in with the gentleman 1 whom Irving was so desirous of making hts father-in-la~. The clergyman's eyes were dazzled by the beauty of the same yoang lady " 10 bad won the heart of the aspiring author. and the eyes of the father were blinded 10 all other consider ations by the wealth which Dr. C,eightou offered together with his heart. Time and persistency pushed Irving from the scene. and the girl. obedIsnt to her farher's urgent entreaties, gave his prcfeV- ences the precedence of her owp Bat the saddest part ot the story remains 70 be told. When the question of the mar rage portion was under consideration, the father stated tha, the family had been tainted with insanity 1; and to guard against the evils of harsh treatment, should his daughter be affected with the same malady, insisted that certain sum should be set aside, which, in the event of such a calamity, should be devoted to her maintenance at her estate on the banks of the Hudson, and that in no event should she be removei from the mansion there. These terms the ardent suitor, hoping for the best. complied with. It may have been the r suit of hereditary disease, or of the effort to crush out and kill her young hopes, but not many years elapsed before the wife was ravlng maniac. She became so violent that confinement was rendered necessary, and the family mansion was converted into an asylum, Dr. Creighton building another house on a distant part of the estate. A few years ago, the un- fortunate woman was still living. and on quiet nights her shrieks might be heard ringing shrilly along the banks of the river-almost audible, too, at the secluded retreat which Irving occupied. No heart but his own knew how much the sad event may have tinged his life, or to what exertions it may have urged him in ate tempting to drown all remembrance oi his own disappointment. Dr. Creighton has for many wears officiated at the hum- ble chapel where Irving worshipped, and, singularly enough, read the butiAl servi, C for his former rlval.
 Shakespeare's favorite books were Plutar ch and Montague" Miltons were Homer Ovid" and " Eutripides." Pitts were Milton and Newton's Principia." Burke's companion books were Demosthenes," Milton,"" Boiling broke," and Young's "Night Thoughts. Curran's favorite was Homer read through once a year "Virgil" also was another. He was once seen reading the ".E 1eid" in the cabin of ship, while everyone about him were prostrated with sea sickness. Dr. John Sharp said : Shakespeare and the bible have made me archbishop of York" De Quincey's S favorites were "Donne," "Chilling- Eworth, D" Jeremy Taylor" Milton" :" Southey," Barrow" and " Sir Thomas Bro Fne." "A pleiad of seven golden stars, such as, in their class, no literature can match"
 Judge Longstreet, of Georgia, was , -aveling once from Augusta to Charles ton, when his person ality was revealed, by the greeting of friend, to a rural the seat behind him. The man, i'm. mediately catching the name, leaned o9er the seat and asked in the most excited manner: "Be you ledge Longstreet what writ Georgy Scenes !" The judge replied: ~ am that unfortunate indi- vidual." This was enough for the raw boned Georgian. He turned to his trav- cling companion and, waking her in the m st unceremonious style, said Git up here, Sal! git upl Why, Lordy Massy, here's the biggest man in the state of Georgy. He's the one what writ 'G.orgy Scenes Then turning to the much-amused judge, he said: "This is my wife, Sal, jedge. We was jest spliced this mornin'. and are goin' down the road piece to a log-rollin', and it'll be somethin' to tell the boys that I've shook hands with you" The judge congratu- lated the couple, wishing them long life and happiness, which so pleased the bride that she presented him with big red apple. Dryden and Otway were contempor- aries, and lived, it is said, for some time opposite to each other in Fetter Lane. One morning the latter happened to call upon his brother bard about breakfast time, but was told by the servant that his master was gone to breakfast with the earl of Pembroke. "Very well," said Otwsy, tell your master that l will call tomorrow morning" Accordingly he called about the same hour. "Well, is your master at home now r' "No, sir :; he is just gone to breakfast with the duke of Buckingham" "The deuce he is," said Otway, and, actuated either by envy, pride, or disappointment in kind of in- voluntary manner he took up a piece of chalk which lay on table which stood upon the landing place, near Dryden's chamber, and VI ote over the door:
 Here lives Dryden, poet and wi,,"
 The next morning at breakfast, Dry den recognized the handwriting, and told the servant to go to Otway and desire his company to breakfast with him. In the meantime, to Otway's line of
 Here lives Dryden, q paa and ssit."
 he added
 This was written by Otway. ofsssit>.' When Otway arrived he saw that his line was linked with a rhyme, and being a man of rather petulant disposition,