Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-09-06


can, that was all. "Of course he went on.
You can't engage in any enterprises on d
! grand scale without encountering the vim
dictive hostility Of some uulucky losers or
Jealous rivals, and there are many more IN
likely way OF gratifying this malice than
the hiring of rufiiaus TO iniure or annoy
| one.
This was a very reasonable guess at a
solution OF the mystery, and after al, IN
provoked assaults are common enough even
| III the West End of London. Sir John
| agreed that il would be 4 mistake to prose
| cute the fellow, So next morning the charge
was dismissed il the absence OF a complain
| ant as the prisoners black eye was held 10
! lie a sufficient punishment for resisting the
! police.
On, the myriad mysteries Of the stones of
Old London. We lightly talk Of its sights
! with Us and dutifully do the
! delightful wcarisomc rounds. We buy
/ IN its shops. we promenade in its
/ parks, We patronize its amusements, and
/ say our prayers in lis holy places, and come
] home with headful OF wbrling notions Of
I lis Ovel-EaStnesS, and confused reCOllectiOns
/ Of ts.superabLnGdnt charms And 4 little
/ good-hImored cynicism spices our talk of
/ is glorious fOgS. nutritious smoke, and
I sayCry underground railway. For noise,
! We can c1nsc!entiOUslT claim our own New
! York as CHAMPION unrivaed
| This item OF metropolitan noise in some
wise hits OF he characteristics Of the ma
{ tons. New York has its fearsomc rattle
( c.attGr. sharp, puu"Cut, uerve-rackiug. in
ccSSant. typical OF the ceaselesS ''huTTy-up'
of its folk, in talk AMI motion. Al IS
IN. id transit movement, anyhow. any
where. accepted as progress" Paris has
lis. light, rushing, fitting. skipping, pity
pat noise, rs Of = million magpicS busy
shifting quarters. London has altogether
an Ia. .F.ff 81 -r,
agara-.tlle in its inmenSitE and pitch. \
| low. me.CIiOus roar, the noise OF the roar
| ING loom OF time, - as Lowell once finely
quoted from - was it not WORDSWORTH
Noises Of the past: great booming echoes Of
dtdd centuries the wailingS Of populations
crushed b. endless wars, oppressed by
/ dEHdsticS OF tyrauts, crowned aud IN
crowned: sGitteu 10 death by plaques;
swept out OF lie by Ignorance, Pow
elty, evi! Fate Great London has gathered
he voices Of Ire peoples in 4 thousand
years OF matchless history, and he who lis
tens Alright can he. them all Us they 90 up
10 heaven III the mighty volume OF lis sun
Qlmmiug incense of smoke.
This London Is Il miniature world i :
made up OF representatives Of every nation
atty, Is the hIvc Of every lands industries,
the markct-p!ace Tor every Couu,ry's pro
ducts. Il IS the mart where traders from
AT the ends of the earth transact their bust
ness: the bank 10 which every nation and
tribe inrrust their gains; the pariOr. the
nJr."N IH"-pidCe. the parliament Of the
earth. where rulers and subjects. races and
clans, leaders and followers travellers, ex-
plurrrs. scholars, philosophers, DO their
best L. king. most of il in The hearing OF
al, a. least. VINO know the Ep"lia il tongue,
the language OF the future for al.
London is more than all this. Il il the
purca-oly and e-yslum OF generations OF
Britan'S great souls, rs the centuries
have cast their halloWin@ tiuts Of Soubcr
gray over her dumby eloquent stones. they
have seen long professions Of sad figures
threading the old, quaint crooked bywars
and ~hways-tGurrs of @auut men and
weary women, dropping out from the ranks
here and there from sheer want of the
wherewithaI OF life. These have been the
forurMuers the seed-sowerS, the pioueers
81 highlands greatness. Singers aud
prophets, planners and day-dreamcrs,
-oilrr5 with hand and brain. potential
C4'SarS ana AlfrcdS, ShlacSpeIrCS ana Ark
wright, and WattSe~. WTeus. Reyuoldses
and Welliugtons. Old England had its
gcnius-Dreeders long before tire Iuckier
later sons were born. Not a stone of ST.
PIAl~ mar @io-iteS the powers Of its de-
siEu6r but i also, when you rightly look, a
tombstone 10 the memory Of some unknown
toiicr, whose brain. heart, muscle or blood
was spcnt 10 make that cathedral sublime
Nor can YOU pick up page Of Your CLdu-
CO.'S. Shakcspcares, Millions. Guldsmjlhs and
TeunySOnS but, if Won sean IL close enough.
you viii tud i stained with the tears of
countless Stru@"lerS, who wrought them
selves sore in the cause of man : elevation.
only to earn namelcSS grave for them
selves. Pioneers. They sank. but their !
bones so enriched the soil that the London
which was pur"atory to them Is an elys-
iGm 10 Us to-day pacing whose witching
shades we may see. If we close our eyes on !
inf Cicr OH pf Ia oFl
CrcatEcaTtS who haunt the old home.
whose GOODNESS 10 them in their own day
they have avenged by making il glow with
the glory of their names and works.
This Is the browning charm Of London.
the uuiquc-that We lead on ground every
inch Of which has It's has its thrilling story
10 tell. Here Shakespeare trOd. Here
Marlowc fell. Here Otway died starved.
Here Carey tainted, fOOdlesS. Here Gold |
smith lralled fuOtsurc. hungry. despairiHg /
Of fame. Here Johnson and Savage |
trampcd the street all night with three |
cents between them for coffee at the street !
stall III the early morning. Here gentle |
De Quincy slept on the dOOrStCpS Hear |
him: 80 then, Oxford street, stony |
hearted step-mother thou that listcncSt to |
the signs Of orphans and drinkest the tears |
of children, the time was come. at last. that |
! no more should pace in anguish thy never |
ending terraces; no more should dream, and |
wake IN captivity 10 the pangS Of hunger |
Thou, Oxford street hast echoed 10 the |
groans OF innumerable hearts," Ave ana |
still do tiny throhbing streets, O giOr- |
ioUS, pitileSS London, reverberate with |
the walls OF unsupported thousands! To- |
day. this very day, the artist. the poet. the |
scholar, the inventor, the helpless sons of |
genius may perish, and most literally 90 |
pcrish-die OF the heartbreak that is born |
Of hunger, in the wilderness Of London !
Who cannot readily recall 4 score of in |
stances, within The past score of years
where genius, talent, worth character, in
GuStry patience. failed 10 win recognition |
for the Inflated ones-until the day after
their Ia entable death,
Such thoughts as these kindled the SYM
patty of Sir John Tyrwhitt as he parted |
from his American friend. Who knows
what romance what tragedy, may not lie /
behind this absurd-looklng adventure in
the Mall! But, thought he, these Yankees
are all 50 confOundediy full OF bushes they
have never either the time or inclination TO
ponder human nature, except for business
ends. What to Blarnabv or his kind is a
dream like this. Sheer waste OF time
They take their romance in doses, at
the theater or in book form, because it
comes not AMI strong while il lasts, like
the finger Of straight whisky they
gulp down and then take cold water 10
neutralIZe ii inside. Romance in such u
author! Romance in the thought of for
next, indeed! As well say the bricks that
ton of yonder beautiful church spire are as
!