The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1888-03-11

General Wallace Is fond of writing
out under the forest trees that surround
his house, and the bantams used tC
settle on his shoulder and knee, anC
eat out of his hand as he sat there
alone with his own creations.
Through all that visit fun carried the
day and part of the night. too, for each
evening brought a party in some
friends house, aud Ben-Hur was ruth
lessly dragged from his chariot and
carried off to every one of them. He
went not las school boy towards bis
books, moreover-nay, he flotk ed with
the magpies and jay-bIrds as if he had
been of their feather, and many a time
| (Mr. beecher to ths contrary, notwith-
standing) the eagle was heard to cackle.
To be sure, he would often forget the
sport, and we would see he was sailing
the ether eighteen hundred years
agone, but somebody would bring him
down with jocular lasse, ami he never
failed to fall with his smile on top.
He carries but two signs of his years
about him Che was born in Brookvilie,
Ind, April 10th, 1927. His hair has
reached that uncompromising spicy
mixture called pepper and salt, and
then the spectacles-he is sad victim
petual game of hide-and-seek! OF
course he never remembers where he
pat them, nor what their fayorite
hiding-places are, and after overhaul
ing everything within reach he Gusts
them from ambush on Top of his head
or in his other hand. They worry him
quite out OF his wits, and I have seen
him while in the mazes of bis admira BILE
lecture on Turkey before a crowded
house begin that pitiful search with
his hands. feeling and reaching for
them all over the lecture field. He is
50 used to depending on his wife to
supply all his little personal needs that,
in the spectacle case, which is the only
one she cannot fill, he finds himself
entirely at sea. She is his secretary.
almanac, and memorandum, and wife
in the highest sense of that high word.
One of her favorite sayings is. TO work
for those love is my chief joy" She
and four sisters were brought up by a
Quaker mother to the wholesome old
belief that "it is wicked to be idle" and
her we'll ordered home shows the pre-
cept IN hourly practice. In sill their
tastes Ben-Hur and she are ct one, and
though fame has written mis- name in
every language that nas literature,
he can never outgrow Mrs. Wallace.
The golden calf of the family was an
orange-colored pony, inherited from
the forefathers, and held in joint pos
session by Mrs. Wallace and her sister,
Mrs. Senator Lane. A drive behind
this ancient was regarded a sacred priv
ilege. She had but ore dangerous
habit. that of walking in her sleep. One
eye had gone out" and failed to come
back, ike the raven that went out the
window Of the ark (no doubt pony's
grandmother remembered the incident)
but the one that remained was so
penetrating than no man could make g
latch or bolt that could baffl3 1t. ltf
was virtue. not the combination lock.
that kept that intelligent creature from
robbing the bank. The dainty basket
wagon that followed her showed her off
In ridiculous NtraSt, but she never
rebelled at it was too sleepy to
care. When we We ready to take up !
the dead march, B5n-Hur would !
marshal US as far as the gate to open !
it (pony never would do it in harness). |
and then he would charge US, as we |
dragged past him behind our measur-
ing worm, with knocking voice and |
twinkling eyes, mot 10 90 tO0 fast, ""not |
to hurry back" and, above all things. |
beware of a runaway" should he |
send relief if We were not in by dark" |
etc i, in way that would have cost him |
his life at the heels of any other horse |
than this somnambulist.
Finally she opened deaths door |
easily, as she did ali the others, and |
went in, but when she turned TO com
pony, no lock or knob on the |
inside of that door! and so her place |
knew her no more.
Among the other family portraits is |
one of pony, done in pencil by the hand |
Of Ben-Hur.
In appearance General Wallace is
1ut these ante mortem inquests should |
iraw the line at this point. If the |
subject is not handsome, it is embarrass-
ng, if not dangerous to say so, and if |
lie reads in newspaper that he is, it |
Y uld turn the head of the noblest |
Roman of them all. His father,
Governor Wallace. was called the |
landsomest man in India. His mother
lied it his childhood, but her name
ives in Esther, the daughter of
'imonides.
We will never have a true biogr Apply
# him. Whoever might undertake it
ACOAN w O III al MS, Gu 1TNluS |
n scholarship. Dufferin in. diplomacy,
nd a Walter Scott in romance, and as
10 one but himself has such versatility
# talents, the biography ought to be an
autobiography as Longfeiiow's epigram
as it. The book. BEN ur" in its
rief life of seven years has had an ex-
optional sale, being now in the 225,OOO.
his is the surface index of its future.
t must needs always remain popular
ook. It should be read one year for
8 sacred history, the next for its
1rilling narratives, the next for it's
elineation of characters and their
oquence of speech. the next for
svealing filial and maternal love, then
n its pictures of tragedy, descriptions
sky, sea and land. then for its
and every year for its
arvellous setting forth of the dual
laracter of our Lord the Christ. This
the great heart of the book, and it
i'll beat ON in every Christian land,
Id declare its author man unmatched
nius, who, under an inspiration
yond our comprehension, has pic
red the only Divine Hero that ever
velt among men.
EMILY MEIGs RIPLEY.