The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-01-28
NOTED MEN AND WOMEN

NOTED MEN AND WOMEN.
LEO KILL always dimes alo Q. No
king in Christendom ever receives higher
honor than to be invited to partake of a
cup Of coffee.
Prof. Maria Mitchell, who has Just
resigned the chair of astronomy at Vas
sar, is seventy years old, and had gained
high rank in her science forty years ago.
She will probably be made professor
emeritus.
--Alexandre Dumas says he does not
write his memoirs because he does not
care to write about himself, and those of
whom he would love to write, were he to
make such work complete, would rather
he would remain silent.
Mr.. Maydole, the hammer-maker
of Central New York, was an artist.
"Yes," said he, 81 have made hammers
for twenty-eight years." "Well, then,
you ought to be able to make a pretty
good hammer by this time" "No, Sir"
was the answer, 81 never made pretty
good hammer make the best hammer
made in the United States"
Valentine B. Horton, who died re-
Gently at Pomeroy, Ohio, was not only
one OF the most prominent men in his
section, but one Of the most genial, and
kindly, and universally beloved where he
was known. In his younger days he was
also remarkably handsome man. The
wives of Gen. Pope and of Judge Force
of Cincinnati, are daughters of Mr.. Hor-
ton.
Rev. DR.. Talmage's study is on the
second floor of his Brooklyn home. It
has plenty Of sunlight, but the floor is Of
bare, hard wood, and the walls are dead
white. A big table is drawn up by the
window, and on this are strewn letters,
newspapers, books, paper, pens and all
the usual litter OF a man who writes. A
stiff backed, cushionless chair stands by
the table. Around the walls are rows Of
book shelves ana files of newspapers.
The de ath of Father" Mackono-
chic, the famous English ritualist, which
was recently announced, occurred under
sad circumstances. He was in Scotland,
and had started for twenty mile walk to
Loeb Leven, but never returned. A blind
ing snow-storm came on. He lost his
way, and after wandering helplessly in
the mountains sank in hollow and per-
ished from cold. He had two dogs with
him, a deer hound and terrier, and they
were found by the searchers days after
ward watching over the body.
The late Gov. Bodwell of Maine,
well-kn Universalist, whose death
was recently announced, was once asked
by business man of his town: "Why
don't you get rid of Mr.? He has been
connected with you good many years,
and you have always done all the work
and he has drawn his regular share of
the profits?' Mr.. Bodwell replied with
much warmth: 81 want you to know, sir,
that - was a whole-souled, open-fisted
friend OF mine when the road wasn't SO
smooth as it is now, and, sir, as long as
Joe Bodwell has 50, that man shall have
one of them. if he wants it."
The new President of the French,
M. Sadi Carnot, is said to be man of
high religious and moral character, SO
far as this is possible to a Deist. In
recent letter he remarks: "a little learn
ing lands one in Atheism, so says an En-
glish philosopher. A great deal brings
us to see that God is over all. To deny
this Supreme Being would be to deny
the great truth which is a synthesis of
all truths. 1t is eternal order, immuta-
BILE justice, sublime virtue, and the heart
power OF the universe. To invoke this
power, and to seek to understand it, and
live according to its laws, is to have on
ones side the mind force and the heart
force which is at work through creation
1t is greatly feared that Robert
Louis Stevenson, author of CDR. Jekyll
and Mr.. Hyde" has come to this country
TO die. He was found recently in his
room at New York hotel by a newspa-
per man who reports the gifted writer as
dropped upon pillows, looking with
sunken but brilliant eyes at a lot of man
uscript that half covered his bed" Ste
is cared for by his faithful wife,
whom he won in his youth, when poor
and unknown, by crossing the Atlantic
as steersge passenger and riding from
New York to California in a cattle car.
His present i'll health, in fact, is attribut-
ed to the hardships endured at that time.
The most picturesque personality
IN American poetry to-day is that of Rob
srt Burns Wilson. This young poet
nails from the Southwest, where he was
born little over twenty years ago. He
began writing poetry at a very early age,
and he found ready publishers among
The editors of the local newspapers. But
4 muse such as his soon made itself heard
beyond these narrow limits. 1t was not