New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-10-07
LITERARY NOTES.

Mr.. Froude doesn't allow advancing years and his
many literary labOrs TO weigh too heavily upon him.
lie believes in play, and has been having lazy yacht
ing tour about Norway. He has just returned 20
England, robust, sunburned and comfortable in his
mind.
contributor to The Writer, quotes Mr. whittier
as saying that his early ambition had been to become
a prominent politician, and from this ideal no was
persuaded only by the earnest appeals Of his friends
Taking their ADVICE adds the writer che united
with the prosecuted and obscure OF Aboltionss
and TO this course he said, he attributed all his after
success In life. Then, turning 10 and laying his
hand on my head he remarked. in his gentle voice
My lad II thou wouldst win success, Join thyself
some unpopular but noble cause.'" This youth after
ward sent to Mr. Whittier some little verses and r-
ceived from the poet note which ended thus:
would not advise thee to publish much for the present
In two or three years much Will have been gained by
thee. Study, experience close observation of nature
and patient brooding thy verse will do a great
deal for thee. ! would, however, advise no young
man to depend upon poetry. profession trade
is needed but brave work must be done in a world
Of need and suffering"
DR.. Furnival says that the possible new play by
Shakespeare" lately discussed by English papers, is
nothing more nor less than George Chapmans Blind
Beggar Of Alexandria"
Some odd "reminiscences of Hartley Coleridge are
given by Canon Butler I'm LongmansS allow he
came by his outward garments" says the Canon. !
cannot say. They we're certainly not made for him.
He usually long tailed dress coat made for
man half head or more tailor than he was. and a
battered straw hat, better suited for what IS called
In Northumbria 'tatle-bogle' than poet and phi
losopher He was little than five feet in height.
with stoop in his shoulders. long unbcmpt hair and
bright eyes When conversng with Others he liked TO
walk up and down the room, suddenly pausing from
time TO tnc and peering into the face OF or other
of his listeners. 1t was trial for the gravity of
any one and far too much for that Of my young pupils
who obliged leave the room TO avoid laughing
in Harley's face Endless stories told of him.
some of them being very humorous. One evening he
was expected at tea by the Greens. They waited a
long time, but Hartley did not make his appearance.
At last, about o'clock he entered the house. why,
Mr.. Colerdge,' said Mrs. Green, where have you
been7 We have waited for you so long. TIL we
could wait longer; but mind you shall have
fresh tea and then tell us what you have been
doing Have you been all by yoursefp NO,
have been IN very pleasant company well, We
are glad to hear II but who your companion IN
The "devvill" Qpelt as pronounced. Bless me-
Mr. Colerdge where he, and what was he doing y
He was in Grasmere Churchyald sitting on a tomb
stone reading rich mans will II began with the
usual formula, and It went TO say, "whereas my
eldest son John has disobeyed my orders and entered
my second Robert has married pcnniless girl"-
and so through other members OF the family-"I be-
queath 100000 in the Three per Cent Consols 10 the
s. p G., and e25,oO0 In the Three per Cent Reduced
TO the C. NJ Sand so on with other sums variously
invested. Aud, when the devvill had got so far, he
folded up the will and said TO himself. All, ah that
will do / can have him at any time" very in
strictlvc and amusing companion, Mrs. Green, Is the
devvill, II the people only knew IT,
A delicious story of an evening at Hydal Mount
was told TO Canon Butler by his cousin T. ID. H.
Batersby, who was entertained In ls43, together with
J. Campbell Sharp, by Mr. and Mrs. Wordsworth
their old friend Mr. Crabb Robinson being visitor In
tho house. After tea conversation took the form of
dialogue between the two old gentlemen. each sitting
In an armchair by the ircside. After the poet had
talked for about twenty minutes Mr.. Robinson woke
up, refreshed by nap. and took up the wondrous
tales for the space OF twenty minutes. while the poet
slept In this way the evening passed, till II was
time for the young Oxonans To return 10 Grasmere
Tho author Of Betsy and ! OUT Is forty-tw,
years old and attributes his escape from death by
consumption to daily and persistent imitation of the
lungs with fresh air
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