Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-07-23
THE TOPICAL TALKER.
The Fire Was a Harvest to Him-A Glance
mt Mr.. Quay-As TO Private Intermen,s
Robert ID. Wilson.

The Fire Was a Harvest to Him-A CIauce
nt Mr.. Quny-As TO Private Intermen,s
Robert ID. Wilson.
TT is an Ill fire that burns to no profit. The
burning of the Bradley mill yesterday drew
crowds in the evening to the Allegheny river
bank and the enterprising philanthropst who
has merry-go-round beside the Sixth street
bridge had more customers than he could sum-
ply. The hying-horses kept up the dizzy flight
to the tune full accompaniment of the snortinp
and humping fire engines. and the populace
vibrated between risking its neck on the roofs
of freight cars and swinging on the merry.go.
round till it saw double or even more
In Cleveland express last night caught
glimpse of Senator Matthew Stanley Quay.
He was travelling eastward from Beaver after
brief stay at home. The statutory interview
was omitted, for the writer has been there so
often before that there was no fun in it for
him. But can tell you that the Sphinx of
Beaver wore suit of light gray striped with
thin black line, straw hat with black band
and placid expression of contemplativeness.
In the twelve miles run into Pittsburg he did
not say many more than twelve words to his
son Dick, who sat beside him.
One thing have noticed about Mr.. Quay is
that for so notable man he is not at all well
kn own-personally. mean. Now, on the train
last night the conductor and crew were not
aware of the Senator's presence. Some public
men of far less prominence are recognized
wherever they go. The reason for this is,
believe that it is very hard to make portrait
of Mr.. Quay. Such thing as a speaking like
ness of him has never been made to NV
knowledge. Even the photographers have not
succeeded always with him. Keppler and the
rest of the cartoonists have never caught the
expression without which Mr. Quays face ia
not recognizable. What is that expression?
That's the question. The French would say
that it's a1-do-not-know-what.
HERE is a matter which the managers of
cemeteries should look to. +
The general custom now is to have the
funeral services more or less public at the
house or in church, but to make the interment
as private as possible. The custom is sensible
and right. None but the dearest and nearest
to the dead have a right to stand by the grave
But the lax management of most of our ceme-
teries practically renders anything like private
interment possible. An example will make this
clear.
A short time ago a so-called private inter-
ment took place IN the Allegheny Cemetery.
1t was Sunday. When the funeral reached the
grave crowd OF some three or four hundred
sightseers surrounded the burial lot
Through this crowd the sorrowful party
had to push their way to the
grave. Before hundreds of idle, inqusitive
eyes the greatest grief men and women can know
had to be met-the last farewell taken of the
dead. Then. while the tears were still falling.
the spectators closed in upon the grave: chill
dren were held aloft and necks craned to safe
a vulgar curiosity. The misery of the moment
was made almost maddening by this cruel in
trusion.
The authorities of the Allegheny Cemetery
ought to have been able to prevent such a
wron as this. A policeman was present, but
he was statuesque and nothing more. The
spectators did not annoy him. The thought
less idlers in the cemetery probably did not
know what pain their presence gave. The
managers of the cemetkries-for the complaint
is general-should see to it at once that private
interments can be had.