The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-05-10

Irving's rooms. He spent most Of the day III
Brook Green, the pretty suburban home
which is mentioned in the first chapter Of
Impressions Of America It is stilI unfur-
nished 1t is in charge Of a housekeeper who
lives in the little lodge and with gardener takes
care of the place and pair of favorite blood
hounds It is a thoroughly Characteristic, red
tiled low rooted English house, full of hooks
and corners, and wainscoted rooms. The library
and dining rooms are partially furnished. They
contain some curios, and books and pictures,
which the owner purchased in America
notably wonderful Japanese basin for q
fountain. landscape by Wylie, and some
Oriental ware. The snow of Liverpool--the tnci-
dent of half an hour-was forgotten in the sum
shine of Brook Green. 1t was a lovely spring
day. The lawn was velvety and rvaled the
emerald in color. Apple trees were in bios
som. Fresh rows of peas lined the home earth.
Fowls were Growing in a little aviary and
pigeons cooling in q dove-cote. The question
uppermost in Irving's mind was, will the dogs
know MET
They did not know him. his favorite svestas
leaping upon him, licking his face, taking his
hands into her mouth; and he was just as salts
fed with her affectionate remembrance of him
as she was to manifest it. Thousands Of my
readers would have been glad to look upon the
picture of Hamlet at home; for somehow in ten
der moments one is apt to think of him as Ham
let. Presently he sat in the shadow of the
ancient ivy that climbs the southern facade Of
the house, with the dogs head in his lap, and
sald Yes. it is pleasant to get home Poor
Charlie, the little Scotch terrier that accom-
panied him in both his American tours, had to
be locked away during vesta's reception of his
master. But Charlie was released in due time
to profess his contempt for all other members Of
the dog world. Uncle, the mate of yesta, was
interviewed in his own quarters, and his memory
proved to be as keen as Vestas.
A cup of tea in the half-furnished library,
chat with the gardener and general report from
the housekeeper ended the visit to Brook Green.
One or two calls followed, and then to the Gar
rick Club for dinner His guests here were
few friends who had been invited by telegraph
on the spur of the moment And on Sunday
night (which ends my chroniclel l met Mr..
Irving at reception given in bis honor at Ches-
ter Terrace, Regents Park. by Mr. Edward
Ledger the proprietor of the Era. It was essen
tally professional gathering, and On that ac-
count would no doubt be all the more acceptable
to Mr.. Irving. The hostess began to receive sat
10, and was engaged in this hospitable occupar
ton until in the morning There were some
notable people present. including Mr.. and Mrs
Hardman (of the Morning POST, Mr.. and Mrs.
Comyns-Ca (of the English illustrated, Gros-
vener Gallery, Mr.. and Mrs David James
Opera Comioue) Mr.. and Mrs Bancroft Hay
market Theatre), Mr. Mapleson and Miss Marie
Rose, Mr.. and Mrs Arthur Stirling, Mr.. Clarke.
member of Parliament Mr.. and Mrs. George
Grossmith Savoy THEATRE Mr.. and Mrs. George
Loveday, Mr., Mrs and Miss Toole (Toole's
Theatre). Mr. and Mrs. III. l. Loveday Mrs.
Cndrl0S Dickens ana MISS DickeuS, MT WILSON
Barrett Princess Theatrel Mr.. and Mrs. Shine
(of the Empire and Gaiety Theatre), Ma
jor Harvey, Mr. and Mrs O'Hagan,
Miss Adelaide Detchon, Mrs. Morrell
Mackenzie, Mr.. Fred Cowan fresh from con-
Quoting his Scandinavian symphony in Parish,
Mrs. Cowen and tho Misses Cowen and host OF
other friends and admirers, numbering close
upon 800 Mr.. Wilson Barrett looked cheerful
and well, and greeted me like a man, without
any Of that show OF hostility which his manager
is trying to establish for him. How much better
it is to face facts fearlessly and acknowledge
them than to distort them and lay the blame
that they are not this or that upon others. We
rise to fortune and to better things upon our
dead selves! It is big world and there is room
enough for Municipalities. Let each man stand
upon his own feet and work out his own destiny.
There is comfort even in failure if you can hon
estly feel that you have deserved success.
JOSEPH HATT0N