The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-05-08

churlish and repellant to all who bring a
whole-hearted reverence to a spot made
luminous by the presence of a mig hty soul
One daughter, a maiden lady of severe
and awful aspect, was Isaacs housekeeper
for many years at GrifT. She now resides
at Bedworth, and the lowly OF the place
dread her austere Visage and her cruel pIati-
tudes, they freely confessed to me, when
her purse, hand and gentle words might re-
lieve great suffering. A brother, the Rev.
Frederick Evans, is the present rector of
Beoworth. he performs his canonical Of
flces with mechanical accuracy and metal
lie soddenness; enjoys his fat diving" as
though the Almighty had arranged the par
ishes and population Of England with
especial reference to the vicarous relations
of the Evans family TO his affairs; and has
no heart or eyes for the poverty and suffer-
ing about him.
For Bedworth is a pit village, with few
Insignificant and struggling manufactures.
Wages are at as low point as at any place
In England. There is not half enough for
half the year for half the folk to do. These
clutch at any life sustaining labor with pos
tive ferocity; and | could take the Rev.
Frederic Evans into not only a dozen but
an hundred pitiful homes in Bedworth
where attention. sympathy consolation and
even now and then a few copper pence,
would make the name and the religion of a
Bedworth rector stand for much that is
seemly in any minister of Christ
Another sister is the wife OF q clergyman
named Griffith. The other brother is
Walter Evans. ESQ.,, the present tenant of
of Griffith and agent for Col. Newdigate,
the present owner of Arbury estate. In all
England have not found any man who
has seemed so capable Of justly mourning
the resentment of English pilgrims to an
English shrine; and during five years
largely passed in wandering up and down
the face of this historic land, | have never
before come upon any human being who so
thoroughly illustrated the fact that in
nearly every family Of good repute there
somewhere runs the currish strain of blood.
All this family who remain are rich
through miserliness The hard, stern nat
ure was not in Robert Evans. 1t began
with Isaac, the novelist's brother, who
dropped dead in his chair after all his mig
gardly gaining. The peasant folk relate
how he watched in the hedges lest his la
borers might toss a potato to a hungry
cotter or tramp in the highway; how a
poor old servitor named Crabstock was
chased away from Grif because he let a
miners lad keep turnip that had fallen
from his cart, and how another old servant
named jackson hanged himself in the farm
offices behind Griff from sheer desperation
at the niggardliness and brutality of miser
Isaac Evans. If you ever come to Griff
and Walter Evans, Esq. is still it's tenant
unless this picture of himself may change
his nature-you will be turned away, as
have been myself and hundreds of others,
with the brutal and soulness sneer that
Grif is no place for sentiment; people must
keep away, they bother the occupants and
lessen the value of the rentals.
All, it was another sort of soul whose eyes
once looked from those pleasant windows
upon all who past or came; whose heart
bled for the poverty and suffering around
her; whose tender spirit sought out all who
were in ignorance aud dolor; who minis
tered to the sick, relieved the needy and
taught poor miners children; until all the
the cred andin justice that have blighted the
spot for tbs past forty years cannot eface