Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-11-12

the menu were different preparations of
American corn, and bread made of u mix
ture of corn and rye -four in different pro-
portions. a practical illustration of that
kind is worth more than any amount of talk
in demonstrating the food value of corn.
The social lioness OF London next season
is likely to be the young Countess of Dud-
ley. She is beautiful, has smart title and
possesses, it is said, the richest collection
OF jewels in England, including the finest
sGpphires in the world.
Stephen a Wilcox of Prescott, Me-,
eighty-fve years old, is one of the best
farm hands in that town. This year he
worked for the seventy-fou-th consecutive
season in the bayfield,. His wife is living,
and they have been married sixty years.
Gladstone is said to be the greatest, as
well as the most versatile, talker OF the cen
tury- In a drawing room he is always sur
rounded by a group of ladies and gentle
men, and no matter what the question,
whether on poetry or poultry, is good for at
least couple Of columns.
Alexander Sutherland of Denver claims
to have been the ''Bugler of Baiaklava,"
who sounded the charge that led the Light
Brigade Into the jaws of Death" Mr..
Sutherland is 4 well-preserved man of
eighty, whose lips still culver when he re-
Three sons of the great author of '.Pick-
wick'' are still living. Charles Dickens, his
fathers namesake. is editor of All the Year
Round. Alfred Tennyson Dickens is a mer-
chant in Melbourne. Edward Bulwer Lyt-
ton Dickens is a sheep farmer and a new
member of the New South Wales Parlia-
ment.
The old mill at Ashland, Va, to which
Henry Clay used TO ride with bag OF his
fathers corn for the miller to grind. still
stands near the Clay homestead; and gush-
ing from bluff near by is the spring of
cold water from which the great Kentuckian
used to drink in his boyhood. 1t vas to
this spring that Clay first directed his foot
steps when, grown famous, he made a
journey from Kentucky to his birthplace.
To any ordinarily rational person the gift
of 4 tomb would seem unpleasantly sugges-
tive, even when regarded as 4 tribute Of
affection. Walt Whitman, however, quite
enjoys the idea 1t is possibly Of his own
suggestion. Like Sarah Bernhardt's
celebrated coffin, it helps to make
talk, and Whitman's fame rests
mainly upon being talked about, rather
than upon being read. He is the one lion,
of Camden, apart from the marriage mills
and his tomb will be even a greater at
traction to that celebrated resort than his
house or his gig-as long as he is not in it.
Besides, it amuses the old gentleman and
keeps him from trying experiments with
the English language, which is great adj
vantage.
When Prince George of Wales took COM
mand of the gunboat Thrush, he also took
upon himself the usual duty of conducting
the religious service on the vessel on Sun
day morning. Everything went on well, ap-
parently, but at the end of about four
weeks someone suggested TO the prince
that he was not reciting the liturgy accord
ing to Cranmer, although the ships COM
pany was highly flattered by his rendering.
He had been reciting fervently and humbiy.
I'VE have done those things that we ought
to have done, and have left undone those
things which we ought not to have done"
and the crew had been accepting his state
ment of the case and feeling good.
No American poet ever received more
enviable compliment than one paid to John
Howard Payne by Jenny Lind on his last
National hall in the city of Washington,
where the most distinguished audience that
had ever been seen in the capital of the re-
public was assembled. The matchless
singer entranced the vast throng with her
most exquisite melodies-''Casta Diva, y the
Flute Song" the Bird Song and the
Greeting to America" But the great
feature of the occasion-seemedt to be an act
of inspiration. The singer suddenly turned
her face to that part of the auditorium
where John Howard Payne was sitting, and
sang Home, Sweet Home' with such
pathos and power that whirlwind OF eX-
citement and enthusiasm swept through the
vast audience. Webster himself lost all
self-control, and one might readily imagine
that Payne thrilled with rapture at this I'M
expected and magnificent rendition of his
own immortal lyric.