Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1892-12-31

ing-oraft and the bellying 'rlightsrs.n At
the other, as the bedraggled passengers
crowd to ths. gangwsy opening, are rows
of French porters. bowling and scrapipg
and chsttering glibly. The weird crsssets
flare over the picture strangely; and ha-
yor of decaying, salty things, of half di-
gested cognac and of penetrating garlic is
over all.
And what a din is the
With swssh and bun. Storm"
Is finally made fast Then as4ilous
midnight ascent to the docks, tne keen
eyed customs officers the skirmishes and
more serious engagements with porters,
the cries of the guards, the miserable en-
tapglements and wild-eyed sorties, and
finally the mad haste to the different
trains for Paris, for Vienna and for Ber-
lin. In half an hour everything has
come to rights; you have with an hun
dred "psrdonsl" and "remerciesl" been
hustled into one carriage only TO be hus-
tied out of this into another; and at last
you are looked tightly within one which
has got you safely for a little time.
Then, certain of still being all wrong
the train moves away from. the docks;-
weaving and swsying spast where red
shtrted French boys play Hthrough I6ng
summer days on golden sands, past frown-
Ding bsttismsnts; past quaint old rocker
les of the seaport town; underneath the
shadows of the great Calais lighthouse;
past out-jutting roofs and underneath
overreaching balconies and hood-like srch-
es; until at last, with bump that brings
you to your feet, you are within another
rag+ag din wheFe tzains are made up for
all parts of the continent.
Here porters with blue blouses and red
trimmed cape, guards with gold lace and
itching palms, and gems d. srmes with bow
legs and Quixotic stateliness, again hustle
you; tear your tickets from you; throw
your baggage after you; commiserste you;
wheedle you; take your pourboire and
hurl you, as from cstspult, into q car
riage compartment; where, sick in body
and demented in mind, you sink exhausted
into perturbed sleep as the hour OF one Is
tolled from the ghostly towers of the Calais
churches; haunted by dreams of Brobdig-
nsgian, gaudily-dressed guards continuing
infinite tortures tb-ougn compartment
windows, supplemental by invisible cho-
ruses of
"Je yous remercie,"-
"PardonneZ moi."-
fitted to the stsccsto of the wheels upon
the rails; ever after carried In the memo
~ like some internal realization of a witch
walled Walpurgis Night
4uc1c 10 kEchb uleIluCLlOu UctNteu
British Tipping" and American clipping"
in Great Britain. Your true Briton "tips"
with something Ike unconscious kindli-
ness. We Americans who travel in Eu-
rope bestow our grstuities largely, loosely,
loudly, as though we were either defying
criticism or resenting pretty brigandage.
Quite as striking a difference will be
found in the disposition of all British serv-
ing people in their acceptance of ''tips"
from Briton or foreigner. They often
seem shullies to US, because our manner
arousea their sntagonism or cupidity, or
both. But they are veritsble lambs to
their own folk, and the Englishmsn, who
is the greatest of travellers in his own
country, will leave a shining trail of graft
tude and good will behind him by the ju-
dicious use of copper only, when we per-
force follow in perturbation and discom-
fort, though we spangle our way with sill
yer.
Z have seen the English side of this fact
3 Illustrated on countless occasions. Only
recently while waiting for London train
akthe great Rugby station a handsome,
Iportly, venerable gentleman slighted from
the carriage of train from Coventry. A
porter hastened to his assistance and con-
Quoted him to a comfortable seat next the
-door where I stood. Then he struggled
with the baggage. There were altogether
sixteen parcels. Four were huge leather
hand bags, each of the size and weight of
q marketable Limerick pig. They were sill
finally tidily piled alongside the disttn-
guished traveller. The latter's hand went
into his pocket, where there was apparent
ly much coin, and surely, / thought, it
will resppear with at least a shilling, pos
,,<yait.-Ith half crown could not help
seeing it was only a hs'penny. But the
bland and perfect grace with which 1t was
bestowed, and the momentsry, half-cop-
soious look of attention and sympathy
which accompanied it, were what filed me
with amazement and admiration. The
porter, still blowing from exertion,
touched his cap with glad sort of humil-
| ity, and said 'Thankee, sirl" in tone of
| positive gratitude. In respone to my own
''thripenny bit" and an inquiry who the
| gentleman that clipped with half pen
nies might be, the porter answered heart
| lily:
"Ima WY ees the Earl of --. An
| O VERY fine man ee is, sir"
"What an excellent courier he would
| makel" 1 could not help thinking and say
ing.
"Doan't know as to that, sir" replied
/ the porter admiringly; ''but es's a VERY
fine man, sir; VERY good un to ee's peo'
ple."
One of the sweetest lassies in all Scot
land, one of the best mothers and one o.
the sturdiest of fathers, are dear friends