The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-03-19

the casual observer fails TO see the big heart
buttoned up within, the laughter carried ii
his sleeve and the lnexhaustib.e industry in
his pockets. Read the record of what he
has accomplished in the ii Ids of battle,
diplomacy, art and lite azure, ana you see
how great his energy is, though every
trace of it is suppressed somehow as he goes
about his daily duties with less buster and
hurry -skurry than the ordinary man takes
to get hi one talent buried in the ground.
So he always had time for household mat
tiers, ana uld and did minister TO them
as well as he could, and did minister plenipo-
tentiate. His wife said one day:
Lew, the little bantam hen has Matched
her family
HAS she' said he. "How manyP with
as much interest as if they were American
eagles. And when she asked him to ''go
ana take her off, he went, and could be
seen stopping down before the nest, hand
ling the tiny handspring chickens tenderly
enough to suit even the luSsy bit of
mother. If those chicks knew who it WIS
that set them up housekeeping they would
have all grown up peacocks.
Gen. Wallace is fond Of writing out un er
the forest trees that surround his house,
and the bantams used to settle on his shout
d and knee and 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 III some friends house, and
Ben Hur was ruthlessly dragged from bis
cha lot and carried Off to every one of
| them. He went not las a schoolboy to-
ward his books. moreover-nay, he focked
with the magpies and jayb rds as if he
| had been of their feather, and many time
| (Mr. Beecher to the contrary noUwlthstan /
ng) the eagle was heard to c ckle. 10 be
sure, he would often forget the rort, and we
would see he was Sail e the ether of l,SO0
| years agone, but somebody would bii &
him down with jocular lasSo, and he never
| failed to fall with his smile on top.
He carries but two signs of his years
about HIM tie was born IN Brookville, Ind. i,
| April 10, 1920. His hair has cache that
| uncomprlsng spicy mixture called pepper
and salt, and then the spectacles-he is a
sad victim to them-they and he play at a
| perpetual game of hide-and-seek! OF course
he never remembers where he put them, nor
what their favorite hiding places are, and
after overhauhng everything within
| reach he Gusts them from ambush on top of
| mead or his hand. They worry him quite ont
| of his wits, and have seen him while in the
mazes of his adm rable lecture on Turkey
before a crowded house begin that pitilul
arch with his hands, feeling and reaching
| for them all over the lecture field He i
so used TO depending on his wife to supply
all his little personal needs that. i'll the
spectacle caSe-which is the only one she
can not fili--he finds himself entirely at
sea. She is his secretary. almanac and
memorandum, nd wife in thA highest
sense of that high word One of her ia
vOrite 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 lit is wicked o
| be idle, and her well-orlere1 home shows
| the precept in hou ly practice. In ali their
| tastes Ben-Hur and she are as one, and
though ia lie has written his name in eve Y
| language that has literatu e.. he can never
outgrow Mrs. Wallace.
Ia appearance Gen. Wallace but these
ante-mortem inqu sts should draw the line
at this point. Ii the subject is not hand
some, it is embarrassing, if not dangerous
to say so, and if he reaus in news aper
! til t he is. it would turn the head of the
| noblest Roman of them all. His father,
| Gov Wallace, was called the handsom st
man in Indiana. His mother del in his
childhood, but her name lives in Esther, the
daughter OF Simonides.
| We will never have true biography of
| Aim. Whoever might undertake it sh ould
| I've Garfield in arms, an Irving in scholar
snip. Dufferin in diplomacy, and Walter
| Scott in.romance, and as no one but him
| self has such versatility of talents, the BIZ
ography ought to be an autobiography, as
| Lon fello 'sepigram has it, The book
Ben ur" in IS brief lie of seven years
| has had an exceptional sale, being now in
the two hundred and twenty thou
sandth TINS is the surface index OF its flu
.tlTe.. 1t must n eds always remain popu-
lar book. 1t should be read one year for its
sacred history, the next for its thrilling
narratives, the next for its d lIneation Of
characters and their eloque. ce OF spec J.,
the next for revealing filial and materna
love, then for its pictures oil tragedy, de-
scriptions of sky, sea and land, then Tor lis
PHILOSOPHERS, and every year for its mar
velous setting forth Of the dual character
of our Lord The Christ. This is the great
ueart of the book, and it will beat ON in
every Christian land and declare its author
a man of unmatched genius, who, under an
| inspiration beyond our comprehension, has
piciuI ei> the only Divine hero that ever
dwelt among men.
EMILY MEIGs RIPLEY.