The Sunday herald and weekly national intelligencer., 1891-02-15


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An anecdote of Gen. SHERMAN, full Of noble
pathos, went the rounds of the press not many
months ago. 1t told how, at one of those re-
unions of old soldiers which the famous warrior
was so fond of attending, he stood for some
time talking of war days with comrade whom
he had not met before in years. The names
of many heroic companions who had passed
over 10 the silent majority were recalled with
regret. At last, his heart overtlowing with the
sad memories, Gen. SHERMAN threw his arms
about his companion and exclaimed: "Oh, my
eomrade, what is there left us but to die? We
have lived our livesr' Both Gen.
SHERMAN and Admiral PORTER had, indeed,
lived their lives, but the nation whom they
served so faithfully and nobly parts with them
all the more sorrowfully because they lived
lives of such splendid usefulness. Long after
their battles were won and the country they
helped restore TO unity had knit together anew
in bonds of strongest brotherhood, they lived to
exemplify in peace the virtues which made them
great in war. They were typical Americans,
broad-minded, magnanimous, simple e-hearted,
proud but not vain of their exploits and cher
ishing no bitterness toward those whom they
had fought and vanquished.
The ineXplicable proneness of ministers sons
to go to the demnition bow-wows has long been
sore subject to the godly and the cause of no
little curious speculation to students of life and
morals. In the same category of erratic social
phenomena is the case of the Prince of Wales,
who used to be very wild and wicked young
man indeed Now, the father of the Prince, as
all the world knows, was just as good as he
could be, and spent his life in addressing Sun
day-schools laying the corner-stones of free
libraries, hospitals, old ladies' homes, and the
like, besides discharging religiously the some
what arduous duties of husband to Queen Vic
toria. The latter has also been pointed
TO with even more than the average
British pride as model of all the womanly,
wifely motherly, and queenly virtues No one
ever discovered blot on her moral escutcheon,
and hence the wonder that two such preemi-
nenily virtuous and well-behaved people as
Queen Victoria and her late husband could ever
have become the parents of such naughty
young man as the Prince of Wales
The commonly accepted explanation has been
heretofore that the Princes fondness for high
old time was an instance of the law of rever
sion: that he 'cast back'' to some of bis wicked
ancestors of the last century or the early par
of this. No one ever dreamed that beneath the
fair and imposing semblance of virtue which
Queen Victoria has always maintained there
might lurk hidden hankerings after vice, whicl
at times burst from control and found satsfac
tion in secret. Through all her long reigl
Victoria has maintained unspotted her reputa
tiOn as model woman, wife, and queen; an(
so it is with extreme sadness we are now called
on to record her downfall from her high mora
estate. 1t appears from recent British advicec
that during all these years that Queen Victori
has posed as living embodiment ofthe domesti
and social virtues she has nuTsed a secret pas
sion for alcohol, TO use the words of one of he
own poets No doubt the unfortunat
woman struggled hard to overcome it, an
if she failed she at least succeeded i
keeping all knowledge of her infrmt
from her loving and admiring subject
and from her neighbors. 1t is sad to reflect 0
the anguish which this one sin must have cause
the otherwise good woman, and on the infinit
anxiety to which she was put in endeavorng
rush the growler with that profound secrec
which the delicacy of her position required to
maintained But her passion does not seem
have lessened with the years. 1t has grown
secret and strengthened as she grew feeble wit
age until of late it seems to have completed
mastered her. She has flung aside concealmeI
and discretion, and now the whole populatio
of Great Britain, Ireland, Jersey, and the Isle {
Man stand aghast at the knowledge that the
Queen has a passion for alcohol, and s
strong is it (the passion, not the aleohol) ths
she has of late publicly proclaimed her interei
IN the establishment of new distillery