The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1885-02-21
AN ENGLISH JOURNALIST At HOME.


spacious room in which met Mr..
George Augustus Sala on the eve of
his lecture tour in the United States
and Australia. The dado is series
Of bookshelves, full of literary and
encyclopedia volumes. Above them
hang many interesting works of art:
poetic landscape of Scottish High
land scenery by Dere,. especially
painted for Sals; and in black and
white, Longs portrait of Irving, q
well-known engraving of Tennyson,
and several other pictures that Illus
trate the life and times of the present
day. The window looks out upon
quiet square.
The best situation," says Sala,
in London for literary man. No
thoroughfare past this corner of it,
perfect quiet, with poisoned macaroni
judiciously placed at tue corner to
settle the organ-grinders, and twelve
minutes from Fleet Street and the
Strand
my wife, you know" he says.
is going straight to Melbourne.
She objects to run the gauntlet of
two custom-houses, which she avoids
by going to Australia, via the Suez
Canal and the Red Sea, by the
Orient Line. She expects to arrive
on the 10th of March, and l shall
join her there, after my run through
the States, on the 18TH
What is the extent of your
tour?" l ask; "and what are the
subjects on which you lecturer"
81 open," he says, sat Boston
and Harvard; and my route thence
is New York, Brooklyn, Philadel-
phia, Washington, Cincinnati, Chi
cage, st. Louis, and San Francisco.
I deliver four lectures, the first being
on 'Pageants and Raree Shows
beginning with the coronation of
Queen Victoria andi the funeral of
the Great Napoleon at the Invalides,
Paris, and ending with the funeral
of Alexander III. at st. Petersburg,
and the coronation of Alexander III.
at Moscow. The other lectures are
discourses on Wars, Revolutions,
Statesmen, Men of Letters 'Cul-
ture, Costume, and Cookery Press,
Parliament, and Stage;' the whole
under the comprehensive title of
The Life and Adventures of a
Special Correspondent. "
AS he speaks, he turns to call my
attention to portable reading-desk.
II shall carry this with me, as
Dickens carried his, with candle
lamps on either side
''You do not simply read your
lectures, of course? need not tell
you how much American audiences
like what they call spontaneity.'
"Oh, no., he says. 81 like the
notion of reading, and it is COM
fort to have ones manuscript under
ones hands; but l do not put my
nose into a book, and there are many
pages which L can repeat quite as
extemporarily as most other wells
thought-out oral addresses. In
writing an interview, | suppose you
will describe my personal appear
ance," he says, with n merry twin
kle of the eye; land | shouldn't
wonder if my white waistcoat comes
in for graphic TOUCH
"Well," l reioin, sit has become
almost trademark in your toilet"
sit is" he says. 81 have worn
white waistcoat for five-and-twenty
years, every day, winter and sum-
mer. Once, in Paris, at a store
where l used to buy my gloves, a
serving woman said to me, You
always wear white waistcoat, Mr..
Sala.' 'Yes, wear one all the
year round. All the year round =
she exclaimed: ~ clean one every
day. Yes / said 'O.' she ex-
claimed, raising her hands; If l had
only been your washerwoman -"
Then, soto pOce, rs he conducts
me into the hall, en- route for his
workshop and other rooms, he re-
remarks: "SiXpepce day fol
twenty-five years would make quite
little sum ofmoney, wouldn't it !!
Sala's house is literally packed
with intellectual and artistic treas
ures, souvenirs of many lands and
many people: old china, Sevres,
Dresden; Oriental lamps, knick.
knacks from Eastern temples, liter
AIRY and pictorial relics of London
dainty rugs, statuettes, bronzes,
bric-a-brac of every description. Tht
drawing-room to-day, however, has
aghostlike appearance it is envel
oped in white calico drapcrics. On
this winter day the effect is chilly il
the extreme. There is satirica
suggestion in arm-chairs and otto
mans partially upholstered in whit
linen, water-colors draped in whit
hangings, books in shrouds, ole
china peeping from behind packing
Of white fabrics.
Remembering how Ewing die
suddenly last year at the Brevoor
House, New York, there is somethin
pathetic in little figure which Sal