New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1892-10-23

on either side. mutual friend once asked
Browning whether he did not think that Ten
nyson's ballad of The Revenge" owed its in.
spiratiOn to his own ballad Of Heve Ricl."
NO." he answered, "Tennyson's inspiration is
oil his own"
Tennyson and Thackeray were mates at col
ege. When Tcnnyson received the Clancellor's
prize, gold medal, in 1890, for his poem, =" Tim
buctoo," Thackeray made parody on i, which
he printed in the satiiical college paper "The
Snob." Here it is:
TIMBUCTOO.
THE SITUATION.
In Africa "a quarter OF the world,
Men. skins are black their hair Is crisp and curld
miSty city lies, called 1imbuctOO
THE NATURAL HISTORY.
There stalks the iger-there the lion roars
Who sometimes eats the luchless blackamoOrs:
All that he leaves OF them the monster throws
~ jackals. vultures, dogs, cats kites and crows:
Ana heH es dow" Ss ses ca
THE LION HUNT.
The sturdy backnmoors, O dusky band
The beast Is found-pop 20 the musketoons-
The lion falls covered with horrid wounds
THEIR LIVES AT HOME.
At home their lives In pleasure always flow,
But many have a different lot to know.
ABROAD.
They're often caught and sold as slaves. alasi
REFLECTIONS ON THE FoREGOINu.
Thus Thu men from highest Joys to sorrow pass
Desolate Afric thou are lovely yet II
One heart yet beats that ne'er thee shall forget.
What though thy maidens are blackish brown.
Does virtue dwell In winter breasts alonei
On =, no Oh N, no. oh no, oh no. oh no.
The day shall come when Albions self shall feel
stern Afric's wrath, and wrthe meath Afnc's Steel
see her tribes the hill u glory mount,
And sell their sugars on their own account;
While round her throne the PROSTATE nations come.
eue for her rice, and barter for her rum.
Mr.. Wemyss Reid, in his life Of Lord Houghton
Monckton Mines, gives some interesting glimpses
OF TenntsOn's earlier years. When 1t pro.
posed 10 have q pension granted to the poet from
the Civil List, Mines was looked to to accom-
plish IL. Richard Mines" said Carlyle one
day, withdrawing his pipe from his mouth, as
they were seated together in the little house in
Chcyne Row, when you going to get that
pension for Alfred Tennyson?" My dear Car
lye,' responded Mines, the thing is not 20
easy as you suppose. What will my constituents
say if do get pension for Tennyson? They
know nothing about him or his poetry, and they
will probably think be is some poor relation Of
my own, and that the whole affair is job
" Richard Mines" replied Carlyle, ,solernnly. ON
why you didn't get that pension for Alfred len
nyson, it will not do to lay the blame on your
Constituents; II Is you that will be damned aTr
whether he should grant a pension of $1,000 .
year to Tennyson or to Sheridan Knowles, addlna
that he knew nothing OF either of them. What,
said Mines, have you never seen the name OF
Sheridan Knowles on d playbil p No And
have you never read a poem OF Iennys Z,
" No" Then Mines cent to Peel Locksley I!alP'
and Ulysses" accompanied by letter from
himself in which he gave his own opinion 10 the
effect that II the pension were merely TO- he be-
slowed as O charitable gift, Sheridan Knowles
was the proper recipient OF il but that II 10
we're to lie bestowed in the interests Of English
literature, then beyond all question it should lie
given 10 Tennyson. Peel took the latter view
Of the question:, and bestowed the pension
wos enabled 10 confer pension Of the same amouns
Tennyson, in his prime, was thus described by
Thomas CARLYLE to Ralph Waldo Emerson, on
August s. 1874: "One of the fnest-lookinG men
in the world A great shock OF rough, dusty-darK
hair: bright; laughing, hazel eyes massive
aruiline face-most massive, yet most delicate:
OF sallow brown complexion, almost Indan-oo KING:
clothes oynically loose free and easy-smokes ~
finite tobacco His voice Is musicalmetallic,
iit for loud laughter and piercing we'll! and all
that may lie between: speech and speculation
free and plenteous. do not meet IN these late
decades such company over, pipe"
the pen OF the physician, DR.. Dabbs; who s was
Of breathing marble, flooded ap9 bathed in ne
light Of the full moon streaming through me
oriei window: his hand clasping the Shakes,
peare which he had asked for but recently, ana
which ne had kept by him TO the end the moon
light the maestc figure as he lay there 20 ara aw,
minds his own Passing Of King Arthur, ni,s
last conscious words were words OF love addressed
10 wife and son-words too sacred 70 be written
here"