Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-08-03
Of The EVENING STAR.

LONDON, July %, 1889.
The friends of big-nosed man should never
| despair. II ii is above the average Of other
| noses there is always hope. / am a convert to
| the belief that men with big noses have come
to town to stay. The very largest nose ever
| saw belongs to the otherwise insignificant
| countenance of Mr.. Gladstone. II is not q
| dropping, sagacious nose like Evarts', nor
heavy, majestic organ like Blaine's Boulan-
| gers nose is thin all the way down the bridge
| until it expands into white and solid-looking
| bulb at the end while Gould's begins bulkily
at the eyebrows but tapers off into long sharp
point. Gould gets money; Boulanger spends
| it. 1t would be interesting to know whether
the noses OF fnanciers run to points and spend
| thrifts to knobs.
eLADsroNE's NOSE
| is like none of these 1t is big all over. Its
bigness is its salient point, and it is of thick
| ness, breadth, and solidity throughout. Half
way in its length it has wide and prominent
| bridge, and when Mr.. Gladstone blows it, as he
I frequently does in the course Of his long
speeches, it gives forth a resonant and mighty
snort.
The close and critical observation of noses is
habit that grows on man with incredible
swlftness. Some inspired idiot once started
| out to hnd cab No. / among the 10000 cabs Of
farls, and wrote to the papers about it as he
pursued his frantic search. Half of the people
IN the french capital did nothing for weeks
alterWaro out look for low numbers on cabs.
arrived In Paris when the fever was at its
neight and watched every cab that passed me,
but the first day found none that had a num-
per OF less than fourteen or fifteen thou
sana. After SIX days l saw cab numbered as
| low as S0. With the sensation of a man who
| had discovered the northwest passage 1 en-
gagged the hack for a day and took it around to
show all my friends. none of whom had found
| anything under hundred. From the univer-
sal interest taken in this particular form of hot
weather idlocy am led to believe that all man.
KIND loves bit of nonsense now and then
| Let me suggest comparison of noses to OBJ
| servers OF human nature who are anxious for
| midsummer diversion.
| GREATNESS INDICATED BY THE NOSE.
| Inc hrst time lever thought of noses particu-
| iariy was at a dinner at the now defunct but
erstwhile hilarious Mohican club. come
dlan-I have forgotten now whether 1t was
Nat Goodwin or Francis Wison-made some
sort or happy but nevertheless sighting re-
mark about the large, dubious and BLUSH nose
which appertained to the person of a fiery Vir-
gina colonel who sat near me. The colonel
| blushed with embarrassment for moment as all
eyes were turned on him, but before anything
| else was said the voice of Dr. Richmond was
| heard at the other ehd Of the table holding
forth to the man at his side on the subject of
| noses.
No other feature of the face indicates great
| ness except the nose," said the doctor en-
phatlcally, ''and defy you to show me really
great man anywhere in the world whose nose
Is not above the average in size"
thought at the moment that the doctor said
| TINS 10 smooth down the southern colonel, and
| 1t Is quite likely that such was the case for an
| expression OF conscious rectitude and suavity
| passed over the veterans vari-colored features
| But the subject of big noses was on top for
| when i fnu, he.
| following morning l found myself looking crit
1caiiy AT every nose / met When l encoun-
tered great man in Europe after that looked
eagerly at his nose. excluded royalty, for that
has greatness thrust upon it, but I was pleased
to observe that the pink face of Bismarck was
embeiiished by big and beefy nose and that
| Pasteur's probosis was far removed from in
significance and conventionality. But never
| saw really great nose until met Mr. Glad
| stone.
| A GLIMPSE OF GLADsToNE's NOSE.
L was travelling from Dublin to London one
| day in midwinter, when was laid up at Chester.
| 1t Is not far from Gladstones county seat.
Hawarden. and learned that the great liberal
leader was to take the London mail. I was
sitting IN the chilly coffee room of the hotel
waiting for the train to come in, when Mr.
| Gladstone walked in and stretched out pair
OF wrinkled hands to the fire. Almost nothing
could be seen of his face excepta mighty nose.
His tall and weather-beaten hat rested on his
ears, and huge worsted scarf concealed his
neck and the lower part of his face. The nose
projected and hung majestically over the scarf,
ike the beak OF an eagle, except that it was
more massive than any eagles beak I have ever
| seen. Away back from the bridge q his nose
| twinkled pair of eyes as bright and sharp as
| those of larky ten-year-old boy. He nodded
and blinked bis eyes and wagged his nose at
every one who came into the room, and when
| he stepped aboard the train he was cheered to
| the echo.
l CHANGED to meet Herbert Gladstone, the
eldest son OF the ex-premier, at a luncheon one
day later on, and he talked for time about his
| father.
"Tbe history of day in his life would not
make very exciting reading" he said, .'for in
his mode of life he is the simplest man in the
world"
POLITICIAN IN THE HIGHER SENSE,
This proved to be the case after a number of
| inquiries. The liberal leader is q politician
| first of all and forever, but he is politician
| in the higher sense of the word His entire
time is given up to his party. One morning
just after the Kensington victory called at his
house AS early as o'clock under the stress of
| a particular bit of news. 1 found Mr.. Glad
| stone already up holding forth vigorously to a
delegation OF British tradesmen who had waited
| on him for some absurd reason or other, The
eighty-year-oldh host was haranguing his visitors
| with extraordinary vigor. Nothing damps his
NC idSt speech mat nearQ him
deliver in the house was simply terrific in its
force and noise. He had loosened his collar
| turned up his wristbands, unbuttoned all but
the lower button of his waistcoat and he was
| humping the table in front of him like a pile
driver gone mad. His voice was like the roar of
lusty -iunged young backwoods stump speaker,
and be drove his points home with force that
was tremendous.
THE LIFE OF THE Ex-pREM1ER
is very simple, as his son said He rises at 80.
or perhaps a little later in the winter, and at
once puts on the clothes he is to wear during
the day. Unlike most Englishmen, he will
have nothing to do with dressing gowns, MORN
ing robes, breakfast jackets, and the like, but
puts on his heavy frock suit at once. He has
fondness for rusty coat and is exceedingly
shy Of new clothes, like many other great men,
and Mrs. Gladstone uses an amazing amount
of diplomacy in getting new garments on the
spare frame of her iege lord. A morning
is usually selected when the ex-premier has a
very busy day before him. He is called late. his
new clothes are laid out, and il he discovers
that there is the gloss of freshness on them he
is told that the old suit has been sent to the
cleaners. But from the cleaners it never
comes home. The care that is exercised in this
minor detail Of Mr. Gladstone's life is indica-
tive of the continual and watchful service
which his wife always renders. She lives for
him entirely, accompanies him ON all his
journeys, sits on the platform when he speaks
and stands by his side when he undergoes the
periods of fatigue known receptions and
shakes hands with thousands of actual or possi-
BILE liberal voters after speech.
HIS MORNINGS.
Ne Glodefouosa hraa fac Ia s;xco1o