The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1889-01-09

dow;-pane of ONE her favorite rooms at
FredensbOrg, Nit elskede Eredensborg,
farwell." MY beloved Fredensborg, fare
well)
PRESIDENT DWIGHT, of Yale, writes at an
old-fashioned secretary which has been in
his family for two hundred years, while the
chair on which he sits is probably one hun
dred years younger
w. BOURKE COCHRAN has incurred the
enmity of the New Yorl. caterers because at
a recent dinner he sent to Washington for
him on this ground if he ever runs for office
again.
The illness of Isaac Bell, jr.. formerly
United States minister to the Netherlands,
is now pronounced extremely critical. His
long typhoid has been followed by blood
poisoning. He is at st. Luke's Hospital,
New York.
THOMAS A. EDIsON's capacity for work
does not seem to decrease as he goes on in
years. He frequently remains at his desk
until 2 or o'clock in the morning, then
catches few hours of sleep in his office and
Is at his tasks again byS.
Mrs. MARY HALL, a middle-aged lady of
Pasadena, Cal, has probably the most sim
gular calling of any person in America. She
makes business of accompanying the
bodies of persons who die in southern Cali
fOrnla to their homes in the East, and, ac-
cording to her own story, has found it very
lucrative.
CURIOUS idiOsyncrasy is said to have
possessed Miss Elizabeth Peabody, of BOs-
ton, the last of circle of eminent men and
women. She is eighty-six years old, and al
though surrounded by intellectual friends
of both sexes she devOtcS herself exclusive
~ to Sarah Winnemucca, an untutored In
dian woman, even sharing her room with
her.
ACCORDING to the American Musician,
the famous story in which the late Mr.
DitsOn is represented as concluding grace
at the table with the words yours truly,
Oliver Ditson," was one which he told of
himself, in order to gain the victory in So
cial contest, but it was of an imaginary oc-
currence, no such an event ever having
taken place.
IT has been discovered that the grave of
William Penn is in a sadly-neglected condi-
ton. There is not even mound above it,
and only a fimsy slab of stone stuck in the
ground at the head or foot-no one can tell
which. The Friends do not approve of the
erection of elaborate and costly monuments,
but there surely could be no objection to
| some more definite and permanent marking
OF such an interesting spot.
THE big iron tower in Paris which is now
in process of being erected, is about two
thirds finished 1t will be 9S4 feet in height
when completed, and the ascent will be ac-
| complished in elevators in five minutes At
present the wOrkmen occupy an hour in
reaching their work, and they wear blind
| ers, which prevents them from seeing any,
thing but the work before them, as an out
| look would produce giddiness.
MDS MApv uArrnCv Eoor-r nh, 60 A. -
wife of a civil engineer, has spent most of
her married life in the mining camps of the
West. Her reputation before the public
was first made as an artist, and it is inter-
| esting to know that she is now almost the
only Century artist who draws in the old
way directly upon the wood block; but the
art department. of The Century always
| transfers the drawings by photography to
another wood block, SO as to preserve the
| original.
THE Emperor of Austria is splendid
horseman. His slender and graceful figure
| is well adapted to the saddle. When riding
| with his staff, he can be recognized ut a dis
lance, being quite conspicuous figure in
| the cavalcade. Curiously enough, when a
boy, he was afraid of horses, and it required
considerable persuasion to induce him to
mount the quietest of ponies. No sooner
had he, at the age of fifteen, begun his mill
| tary stndieS than he Overcame his timidity,
and soon was able to perform expert feats
/ of hOrsemanship.
! 2OIlyE LOGAN writes from London of the
author of THE Moonstone:" We who had
the pleasure of meeting Wilkie Collins at
the dinner lately given by the Incorporated
] Society of British Authors to American
| men and women of letters, were panied to
see how decrepit this great fictiOnist has
| become. He leans upon stick and is so
| bent that walking seems an effort. His
features, however. have been peculiarly re-
| fned by age. his face is sweet and noble.
shines the clear light of that intellectual
| force which has produced some of the most
thrilling rOmances ever penned in any Ian
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