Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1892-12-31

Quite as striking a difference will be
found in the disposition Of all British
|. serving people in their acceptance OF
tips" from Briton or foreigner. They
often seem bullies TO us, because our
manner arouses their antagonism or
cupidity, or both. But they are veri,able
lambs 10 their own folk, and the English
man, who is the greatest Of travellers IN
his own country. will leave q shining
trail of gratitude and good will behind
him by the judiciouS use OF copper only,
when we perforce follow in perturbation
and discomfort though we spangle our
way with silver.
have seen the English side Of this
fact illustrated ON countless occasions.
Only recently while waiting for a Lon.
don train at the great Rugby station, a
handsome, portly, venerable gentleman
allghted from the carriage OF train from
Coventry. A porter FASTENED to his
assistance and conducted him to COM
Portable seat next the door where |
| stood. Then he struggled with the
luggage. There were altogether sixteen
parcels. -Four were huge leather hand.
bags, each Of the size and weigh, OF a
marketable Limerick pig. They were
all finally tidily piled alongside the
distinguished traveller. The la,ter's
hand went into his pocket where there
was apparently much coin, and surely, !
thought, II will reappear with at least a
shilling, possibly with a half crown
could not help seeing II was only a
ha'pcnny. But the bland and perfect
grace with which Il was bestowed, and
the momentary, halfconscious look
Of attention and sympathy which accom-
panied IL, were what filled me with
| amazement and admiration. The porter,
still blowing from exertion, touched his
cap with u glad sort Of humility and
said "Thankee, sirl" In tone OF positive
gratitude. In response to my own
'threpenny bit" and an inquiry who the
gentleman that tipped" with half pen.
mics might be, the porter answered
heartily:
clint wy ees the Earl Of. An
a very fine man ee Is, SIR
What an excellent courier he would
make" ] could not help thinking and
saying.
"Doan't know as to that, sir" replied
the porter admiringly; "but ee's a VERY
fine man. sir; very good Nm to ee's
people"
One OF the sweetest lassies in all Scot.
land, one OF the best mothers and one of
the sturdiest OF fathers, are dear friends
of mine at Dumiries, Scotland. The
lassie is Jean Armour Burns Brown.
Her mother is the daughter of the
oldest and best-bcloved OF Robert
Burns sons, Robert Burns, IT,, who was
himself n true poet and man OF pro.
found intellectual attainment. This
mother and daughter are the immortal
bard's nearest living relatives, The
home is modest and plain but rich in
love, sentiment and the most priceless of
human sympathies; and have long since
come to love this truly lovable Scottish
home for the manhood, womanhood and
purity that dwell within il.
They are not rich people these, not
even folk OF moderate means; but there
is true nobility in their ever fine and
lofty independence which honors the
memory OF the bard whose fame be-
slowed no little honor upon them.
Some one conceived the idea Of con.
structing duplicate Of the Burns
Cottage" at Aver, in which the poet was
born, Tor exhibition at the Worlds Fair.
This was all well enough. Then some
fertile mind devoid OF sensitivenes or
sentiment further conceived. This little
family must be coralled, lassooed and
herded in the Burns Cottage to be
catalogued, labeled and gazed at, like a