Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-07-26

EDeech to make, and that too, in the open
air on q cold November day. He had been
carefully put away as it were, in rooms
that felt TO us uncomfortably warm, as
though he were an exotic and needed
precious care Everett was stately, ex-
uuisitely courteous, the hair the whitest
and sOftest that I had ever seen, and as he
talked, caressing a cambria handkerchief,
which seemed somehow q part of his
elocution. He expressed but little interest
IN our personality; Indifferent, l fancied, to
she tremendous power of the press which
We were supposed to wield sat as one whose
tame was in sovereign security. One of the
company-Wallace, think-among whose
many enthusiasms was Lord Byron, could
not resist the current of his thought sway
ing toward the famous poet Everett rather
welcomed the interruption. 1t was relief
10 him, kept away political and other
themes of irritation, appealed to his
memory rather than his observation; was, I
presume, a compliment, as he went at once
upon Byron
'Oh, yes, I knew Lord Byron, and can
never forget his kindness in London and
Venice"
Think of that for an experience in our
young enthusiasm To hear the immortal
Byron spoken OF as though an everyday
friend whom the speaker was in the habit
Of meeting at his club. Everett spoke
koeu AGdl Oi DNEOu, Tdtu6I III al
fashion; nothing new as / recall 1t, in the
way of actual knowledge of the man, but a
general recapitulation of the courtesies the
peer had shown him, and how much the
Friendly forethought of His Lordship had
helped Everett in Greece.
Impression Made by the Man.
The Byron talk was grateful, and we took
1t as from an oracle of the Olvmpian gods
There was some effort to bring Napoleon
and Walter Scott into the conversation, but
ny impression is that Everett had missed
seeing Napoleon, who was fighting Water
loo while he was in London. Ii anything
useGul was said about Scott it has passed
away. I recall the impression made by the
man rather than the conversation. The
antique courtly ways, fine, keen eyes, a
voice with s singular charm, old-fashioned
tones IF pronunciation, perhaps only old
fashioned to our uncouth ears; the soft,
white hair. sunny, silken, clinging, and that
c1reSSed handkerchief which helped to turn
So many phrase. 1t was really not a call,
bUg "a tribuJe-a visit of ceremony, feeling
gS Il We would saw oh, master, oh my king!
Homage and reverence duly paid and ac-
cCpjed with soft, sovereign dignity. As
Everett sat IN the low rooted Gettysburg
chamber to my young revering eyes he
Euemed like some stately comrade of Adams
end Jav, stepped out from the sacred past
This memory OF him rests with me as l
write
The procession from the town was a
ragged affair, We all seeming to get there as
be>. we could. A regiment of cavalry, a
regiment of infantry, a couple of batteries
Clatterin- about, added to the confusion and
uoJ much TO the dignity of the day. Everett
had been carefully conveyed in sheltered
fashion. He was prudentlv not exposed 10
The vIvl-SlJuGgS Of crowd, and that Grafton
zupe-diug and the sore task for a raw No
TeMhe- cay.
Lincoln sat His Horse Well.
We gathered about the house where Lin
coin resided and waited-Ied horses restless
" IN attendance The President came to
she door. tiEe flush and smile coming over
-ls face az the rude welcome. "Three
cheers for Old Abe" "Hurrah for Lincolnr'
most heartily given as he mounted the sad
ole, sitting there 10 appearances a perfect
h6rs man. his tall form towering above the
escort As he rode away, Seward, half
mounted, went scurrying after TO find his
place. Many Of the distinguished guests,
rurr-n lGaGIug, Simon Cameron among the
number, walked of, brisk tramp over the
country road, the most conducive to comfort
UL .AIS cold wintry morning.
Il was about II, as | recall it, when we
El- under way-cavalTv, soldiers, statesmen,
Governors from other States, wounded sol
Girrs: country folk who knew all about the
battle. and teeming with narratives of its
horror and glory; HOratlo Seymour, then
Governor of New York; Schenck a good
deal OF a hero from his wound-aIl streamed
along and reached the cemetery in time. We
journalists Of the party, who had work in
hand, forged ahead and were in place before
the procession arrived A rude platform
looked out over the battlefield. On one side
the journalists sat, John c. New, our Con-
sui General in London, among Others. The
eminent people had the other side. the
Pre- ijent coming late.
An Objectionable Reporter Fired.
there was some little trouble over a
Democratic reporter who did not admire
Lincoln, and insisted upon standing near
7he front with his hat on and smoking a
cigar, and jeering now and then at the
economics. No iudicious remonstrance
.-a4 effect, the reporter claiming his rights
IA @ free country; even the right to stand
around with his hat on and smoke whenever
and wherever he pleased. A summary
proposition to treat him after the manner
Ui Daniel, and throw him over the rails
Gm".g the lions, adjusted that incident,
aud there was nothing unseemly to disturb
-Ia Presidents reception.
There was none who made a deeper i'm
preston than the clergyman as he arose in
PRAYER, Thomas II. Stockton, the chaplain
O.. The House. Stockton was celebrated as
uu ecclesiastical orator; had fame as wide
Es that Of Everett, but which like Everetts
-5s 10 pass into obscuTatiCn.
He was supremacy eloquent, could pro-
6uga effects with his voice that have heard
f. 10 other orator but Gladstone. l recall
.le soLgmuity OF his 'Holy, Holy, Holy,
y rI God Of Hosts,' his Jehovahs and
Hal -nlujahs, that came like chants from
Ear of angelic choir, and such a recitation
nt the Lords Prayer as would bring tears to
she unbeicvinc. Ii was eloqueuce in a
state Of tropical lUxuriance The adjectives,
The luvoeatloHs, the metaphors, the superb
Incl fIve command Of speech, the current of
thought like some steady, densely flowing,
ever shining stream; the winds, the stars,
The Hebrew anthology, the mythology of
The Greeks, nature, The gardens Of roses,
T-EE-cver typifed beauty, sensibility, piety,
peace, all came forth in the sermons of this
.E-rlOrdiHary nlaE-eiequence tunbling sud-
.sslv Iuto metaphysics and transcendental-
.ssa, and the inlulaJiOus so strangely moving
-"&0iy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts,
whose righteousness cndureth forever"
The sEu was at meridian when Everett
arose. and there was as much of a welcome
G, the sun could give on a stern November
iav II was aH effort, too, this two hours
defamation, bareheaded and in the open
Elr, aua>wc were not without concern about
aim. The brave old statesman seemed i'm
1Isd with the genius of oratory. No De-
g.H~ BeEes, no Cicero, no Patrick Henry
s.lin- i0r his country's fate, could have
.-n mere thoroughly impressed with the