The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1891-03-05
The Transmigration of Bodies Is Set
Forth by Mr.. Samuel
Butler.
Kings, Princes and Notablss Long
Since Dead Reappear in :
Low Estate.
Titan Making Boots and Rafaelle Cutting
Hair-Darwin q Reproduction of
'+ Pope Julius IL.

To the Universal Review, Mr.. Samuel
Butler, the author Of "Erewhon," contrib
utes some quaint "Ramblings in Cheapside."
From the transmigration of souls it is a
short step to the transmigration of bodies.
OF this phenomenon Mr.. Butler gives the
following instances within his W range of
observation:
, Going down once toward Italy l saw a
young man in the train whom l recognized,
only he seemed to have got younger. All of
a sudden / remembered he was King Fran
els I. of France. I had hitherto thought
the face of this king impossible, but when
I saw it in play l understood it. His great
contemporary, Henry VIII, keeps a res
taurant in Oxford street. Fallstaff drove
one of the St. Gothard diligences for many
years, and only retired when the railway
was opened. Titan once made me a pair
Of boots at Vicenza, and not very good ones.
At Modena l had my hair cut by a young
man whom I perceived was Raffaelle. The
model who sat to him for his celebrated
establishment in Montreal. She has 4
little motherly pimple on the left side of
her nose that is misleading at first, but on
examination she is easily recognized; prob
ably Raffaelle's model had the pimple, too.
but Raffaelle left it out-as he would.
Handel, Of course, is Madame Patey. Give
Madame Patey Handsl's wig and clothes,
and there would be no telling her from
Handel. It il not only that the features
and tho shape of the head are the same, but
there is a certain i"mperiousness CT express
sion and attitude about Handel which he
hardly attempts to conceal in Madame
Patey. 1t is n curious coincidence that he
should continue to be such an para
Bile rerderer of his own music. Pope Julius
II. was the late MIR. Darwin. l met Goethe
once coming down Ludgate hill. and glared
Pitt is a clerk in n solicitors office, and
neither drinks nor CANDLES. Michael An
him on board the Glen Rosa, which used to
run every day from london to Clacton-on-
Soa and back. 1t gave me quite a turn
from the upper deck, with his bronzed face,
fattened nose. and with the familiar bar
upon his forehead. l never liked Michael
Angelo, and never shall, but / am afraid of
him, n was near trying to hide when I
saw him coming towards me. He had not
get his commissionaire's uniform on. and l
did not know he was one till l met him u
month or SO later in the Strand. When we
got to Plackwall the music struck up aud
people began to dance. / never saw a man
dance 10 much in my life. He did not miss
a dance all the way to Clacton. nor all the
way back again, and when not dancing he
was flirting nj cracking jokes. l could
hardly believe my eyes when I reflected
that this man had painted the famous
Last Judgment" and had made all these
statues.
Dante Ia. or was q year ago, a waitsr at
Brissago, OF the LaRo Maggiore. only he Ia
better tempered looking and has n more in
tellsctual expression. He gave me his ideas
upon beauty. ''Tutto che vero . bsilo," he
II am not afraid Of Dante. know peoplc