Morning journal and courier., 1889-04-10

button off my overcoat, and want one of you girls to put it on before morning. Mary, run and get my slippers"
 His hat and gloves and overcoat have been thrown down in different parts of the room for his mother or sister to pick up and put aw Hs m0h5 .n int0 as sns ready. I'm half-starved"
 "It will be ready in few minutes," his mother replies.
 "Well, wish you'd hurry it up."
 At the table he is served first and always has the best of everything, course well cal- culated to foster his selfshness and autocrat- ic tendencies.
 In his own home he is sort of despot. He feels that his personal comfort should be the chief end and aim of his wife's life. A delayed dinner is an unforgivable offence, and 8 missing button brings on an acute at tack of that disagreeable mental disorder
 known as s'the sulks."
 He is likely to be one of the men who
 keep their seats while ladies1 stand in the
 horse-cars, arguing while he does 30 that
 "womsn have just as much right to stand as
 men,"
 Obtrusive discourtesy of this kind nearly
 always has it's origin in the early home life of
 the man who manitests it.
 stories about Teanyson. 1 London letter to The San Francisco Chronielel Absent-minded to degree, Tennyson of- ten forgets to whom he is speaking, and once when in full conversation with Robert Browning said apparently spropos de bottes; 'tI wonder how Brownings getting onr' hy!'exclaimed Robert, q smB rowningl" ''Nonsensep replied Tennyson, with almost an attempt at roguish raillery, "I know the fellow well, so you can't tell ne you are he."
 A few years ago some enthusiastic admir-
 CTS of Tennyson gave large dinner party in
 his honor, and invited all their choicest
 friends in the world of literature and art to
 meet him. Tennyson, who rarely accepts
 an invitation, did, for a wonder, put in an
 appearance on this occasion, but during the first half of the dinner caused the greatest disappointment by remaining absolutely si lent, and as if lost in the most profound reverie. The guests, who had expected to hang on words falling like pearls of thought from his lips, gazed somewhat wistfully up- on him. when suddenly rousing himself, he exclaimed in loud stentorian voice: "l like my mutton cut in chunksl" l cannot help suspecting that there was something ot malice prepense in this burst of confidence, and that the poor man felt a not unnatural irritation at being gaped at, and a correspond ing desire to punish the offenders. An aneedote told me not long ago by his daughter-in-law is amusing, in that it shows how the greatest are not incapable of stoop- ing to littte witnesses. Some very dear friends of Tennyson's who had been spend ing some years in Persia, returned to London, and, anxious to renew old ties, wrote invit- ing him to their house. But Tennyson mis- took the day, and arriving at the domicile found the birds flown. Sitting down to write note of explanation, he had the mis- fortune to throw the contents of well-flled inkbottle all over the beautiful new white Persian carpet. The maidservsnt, in an- swer to his summons, appeared with large jug of new milk, which she poured over the offending ink stain. "IIn give you shil- lings, nay good girl, my very good girl, Icon. fded Tennyson, in much agitation, eff you'll only get rid of that abominable ink hefore your master and mistress come ! home." And together on their hands and 1 knees poet and Abigail rubbed and rubbed ! at the wretched carpet until not spot re- mained. The girl earned her shillings, and | when few weeks afterward Tennyson went | to dine with his friends he had every reason ! to believe that she had told no tales. At any rate his host and hostess displayed their \ gorgeous carpet without any signs of con- \ aoiouapeaa