The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-05-30

It is said that President Cleveland romps with little children. If he were to romp a triAe more freely with Andrew Jackson democrats, certain men who are sitting around waiting for offices would be better pleased.
 A Chicago paper says that Bill Nye is not success as a lecturer. It must be then, that MT. Nye fails to open his mouth when he arises before an audience, for everything he says is interesting. True genius has ever been at disadvan- tage when drawn up before the public
 A writer who ought 10 know says that a large number of Harvard and Yale graduates write English in such shame ful ignorance of composition that their efforts would reflect discredit on twelve year old boy. The idea that English can be learned hy simply studying some other language is pretty well exploded. In giving English special attention, southern colleges are taking the lead.
 The Boston Globe says that the fame of Milton, revived by Dryden and Addi- son, is again going down. Whyl Be cause Milton, with all his grandeur, his great glitter of imagery, never touched the human heart. His pages have never been stained by tear. Years from now, when Paradise Lost is exhibited as a curiosity of literature, the words of Burns will be read with affection. Poetry must no, De all grandeur-it must have soul.
 When Minister Phelps was introduced to MT. Gladstone, the great premier greeted him with gushing effusion. "Had President Cleveland consulted me-" said Mir. Gladstone, Che could not have made better selection. have always admired you, Mr.-Mr.-Mr. Phillips, and am glad to welcome you to England. Yes, sir, for many years, MT. Philkins, have noted your upward ten- dency. Although we are much attached to Minister Lowell, yet I must say, Mir. Phillis, that you can better serve your country than Mir. Lowell could possibly do. Come, friend Philberts, let me in- troduce you to the queen" Shortly after wards, in speaking to MT. Lowell, Mir. Gladstone said: "You cannot conceive how it grieves us to lose you. Foster may be very good man, but he can never take your place" Mir. Gladstone is a shrewd diplomatist.
 Extract from Emile Zola's last novel |: Rain was falling in Paris. A man walked the street. He was hungry. He was as hungry as a wolf. He wanted something to eat. He wanted it bad. RAin was falling. The river roared. It roafed loud The man leaned over the bfdge. He was hungry. The rain ceased. The man Left the bridge. He could not take 1t with him. He could not have disposed of ii. The pawn shops were closed. The man stopped in front ot restaurant. Through the lace cur tains he saw people eating. It seems that they had come there to eat. The man was hungry. The rain had ceased. The bridge still remained in its place The curtain was partly drawn aside. He saw a soldier eating canned eel He wanted some. Poor fool His mouth watered. That was all it could do. How he wished it could bread as well as wates Bas t couldn't People met him. His pinched face gave them the impression that he was drunk He was not. He was hungry. He could find no work He was too honest to beg and not proud enough to steal He vas in a bad fx. The rain had ceased The river roared. The man was hungry. His mouth va tered The soldier continued to eat picked eel Poor fool"