The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1885-01-31
TAUGHT A LESSON.
How an English Lord Was Instructed in
Politeness.

POllteness.
Englishmen are said to stand in awe
Of lords, and perhaps there is some
ruth in the allegation. Still, it some
lines has happened that lord has
been too presumptuous, and the En-
ylishman has forgotten his fear of the
noble in his anger at the man.
Edmund Yates, the novelist and
editor, now man of wealth and in
duence in London, began life as clerk
IN the London post-office at ninety
pounds year. He was sent one day
by his chief, Sir Rowland Hill. to the
house of the Postmaster-Genera to get
his signature to an important doeu-
ment. The Postmaster-Gene at the
time was Lord Stanley, of Alderley, an
elderly man of rude manners and arbi-
trary disposition. much dislked by the
po5t-of1ice officials.
Armed with letter of introduction
from Sir Rowland, the young clerk pre-
sented himself at the abode of his lord
ship, whom he found in his library
standing before the fire. Yates on
entering made his best bow to the head
of the Post-oflice Department.
Lord Stanley neither returned the
salutation nor asked the young man to
be seated. So he remained standing
near the door, much surprised at his re-
ception and not in the best temper.
What do you want9" asked his lord
ship.
II thought, replied Mr.. Yates, 'that
Sir Rowland Hill had explained it in his
letter. 1t is necessary that your lord
ships signature'-
Here the great man broke in with;
Eyes, yes, know all about that | have
signed the thing. 1t is here somewhere
- rummaging in leather post-ofliee
signed it. Look here, have you got a
cab outsidepn
Eyes, my lord"
Then take these pouches back to the
office. You'll find it when you get
there"
Upon this the young man, who had
been much petted in the post-office and
in society, both on his own and his par.
ents' account. quite lost his temper
'Whatr' he cried. ''do you expect me
to carry those bags to the cab? If you
want that done ring the bell and tel
your servant to do it. | am not YOU
servant, and | won't carry bags for yor
or any man in London"
His lordship seemed petrilied. Never
theless he rang the bell.
''What is your name, sirs?" asked
Lord Stanley.
ATxr =
Il don't like your manner, sir
''And / don't like yours, my lordl
came here properly introduced by th,
Secretary. l made you salutatiol
which you had not the politeness to re
turn. You have never asked me to tax,
a seat"
Wasn't / standing mysclf?''
THAT is no affair of mine You
business as gentleman was to ask M
to be seated. And now you think an
going to do your servants work"
Here the servant entered, and hi
master told him to carry the bags to th,
cab. The clerk was following him
when Lord Stanley said: You shall
hear more of this, sir. "
whenever you please, my lord,
shall be quite ready"
Yates returned to the post-office, still
trembling with the excitement of tn,
scene. Sir Rowland Hill was very sym
pathetic and reassuring. When he hat
heard the story, he laid his hand on thu
clerks shoulder in fatherly way, ant
said:
I'm very sorry you've been exposed
| to this, Yates; but you mustn't mind
He's rude fellow. Don't you b.
afraid of his threats. | will take car
| Of that, and he will think better of wha
| ae has said when he's little cooler
| Depend upon it, you'll hear no more o
| tn
Sir Rowland was right. Nothing wa
heard from the Postmaster-G General, ant
| the report ran over the office that tn
| next time messenger was sent to LORI
SANKEY'S house, his lordship shool
hands with him warmly and asked hin
to stop to luncheon!-Youth's Compan
ION.