The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1888-03-14

ambush on top OF his head or In his other
hand. They worry him quite out OF hh
| wits.
Ill have seen him while In the mszes oil
h 0 admirable lecture on Turkey before a
| crowded house begin that pltiful search
| with his hands, feeling and reaching for
them all over the lecture field. He Is so
used 10 depending on his wife 10 supply all
| his little personal needs that, in the spec
tacle-oase, which Is the only one she can
not I'LL, he finds himself entirely at sea.
She IL his secretary, almanac, and memoir
andum, and wife in the highest sense OF
that high word. One of her favorite say
ings is, ITO work for those love Is my
chief JOY" She and four sisters were
brought up by a Quaksr mother 10 the
wholesome old belief that SIT Is wicked to
be idle" and her well-ozdered home shows
the precept in hourly practice. In all
their tastes Ben.Hur and she are at one,
and though fame has written his name IN
every language that has q literature he
can never oHtgrow Mrs. Wallace.
The golden calf OF the family was an
orangeooloIed pony, inherited from the
foreiathers, and held in joint possession
by Mrs. Wallace and her sister, Mrs.
Senator Lane. drive behind this an
cint was regarded a sacred privilege,
She had but one dangerous habit, that
of walking in her sleep. One eye had
'gone out" and Jailed 10 come back, like
the raven that went out the window OF
the ark (no doubt pony's grandmother re-
membered the incidentl put the one that
remained was 30 penetrating that no MAJ.
could make latch or bolt that could battle
II. II was virtue, not the combination
30, va kept the intelligent creature
Im robbiDg the bank. The dainty has.
t-ssgon that followed her showed her
IN ridiculous contrast, but she
yer rebelled at it-she was too
Q -py TO care. When we were
6y 20 take up the dead march, Ben-Hur
" uid marshal us as far as the gate TO open
it '""v never would do IL In harness J,
aud then he would charge us, as we
dragged past him behind our measuring
worm, with hooking voice and twinkling
eyes, mot 10 20 too fast, mot 10 hurry
back, and, above all things, beware of a
runaway" should he send relief IL VIC
were not in by dark" etc., In way that
wonld have cost him his life at the heels OF
any other horse than this somnambulist.
Finally she opened deaths door easily,
as she did all the Others, and went in, but
when she turned to come oUt-ah, pony,
no lock or knob on the inside OF that DOR
and sober place knew her no more.
Among the other family por traits is one
OF pony, done in pencil by the hand of
Ben-Hur.
In appearance General Wallace is-but
these ante norton inquests should draw
the line ut this point. II the subject is
not hansome, il is embarrassing, II not
dangerous TO say so, and If he reads ia a
Newspaper that he is, IL would turn the
head OF the noblest Roman OF them all.
His father. Governor Wallace, was called
the handsomest man in Indiana. His
mother died in his childhood, but her
name lives in Esther, the daughter OF
Simonides.
We will never have a true biography OF
him. Whoever might undertake il should
be Garfield in arms, an Irving in scholar
ship, Duiferin In diplomacy, and q Wal
ter Scott in romance, and as no one bat
himself has such versatility of talents, the
biography ought TO be an autobiography,
as Longfellow's epigram has il. The book
"Ben-Hur" in its brief life of seven years
has had an exceptional sale, being no " in
the two hundred and twenty-five thou.
sandth. This is the surface index of it's
future. IL must needs always re-
main q popular book. 1t should
be read one year for it's sacred his
tory, the next for its thrilling narratives,
the next Tor its delinestion of characters
ard their eloquence of speech, the next
for revealing filial and maternal love, then
for its pictures of tragedy, descriptions OF
sky, sea and land, then for its PHILOSOPHERS,
and every year for it's marvellous setting
forth of the dual character of our Lord
the Christ This is the great heart of the
book, and it will beat on in every ChIistisn
land. and declare its author a man of Un-
matched genius, who, under an inspiration
beyond oEr comprehension, has pictured
the only Divine Hero that ever dwelt
among men. EMILY MEIGs RIPLEY.