Red Lodge picket. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1889-1907, 1892-04-09
Dr. Johnson's wife was old enough

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to be his mother, but che continued
to be under the illusion of the wed
ding day until she died at the age
of 64," he being only 43.
Button told his friend that his
wife had great influence over his
composition. II am always refresh
ed and aided by her advice" !"
Sir Walter Scott was a genius OF
| the very first order. He succeeded
in every department Of letters; but
his greatest happiness was in his
wife. He married her after a short
acquaintance, and it was a genuine
love match, lasting u..til the day Of
her death.
M0ore's wife was one of the noblest
creatures, land he never tired of sing
ing her praises.
Shelley's first marriage was un-
fortunate, but his second was a
model Of happiness.
Wordsworth made a love match
and was a lover through life.
The wife of Christopher North had
more influence over him than any
other person in the world, and her
death was his greatest misfortune.
Lamartine, the great French poet,
was happily married, and received
great aid from his wife in all his
undertakings.
It would be impossible anywhere
to find more domestic felicity than
among the great circle of our mod
ern men and women of letters. Mr.
and Mrs. S. G. Hall, the two Howitts,
Tenneson and his wife, and many
others less noted might be mention
ed, while the Englishmen of promi-
nence in other fields have the same
good fortune
Reaconsfeld married lively
young widow, who made him per-
fectly happy, and he never lost an
occasion Of singing her praises. DR..
Arnold, Of Rugby, is cited as hav-
ing an almost ideal home-life, and
also the late Dean Stanley. All
the world knows how happy the
Gladstones are in their family circle
and SO it is with many others.
On this side Of the ocean we are
proud Of the domestic purity and
happiness of most Of our noted men.
Poe, Longfellow, Emerson, Alcott,
Holmes, Lowell, Hawthorne = all
down the long and glorious list we
can proudly point to genius sancti-
fed by domestic love, and none the
less happy because they were liter
airy people.
The Horror OF killing a Man.
Detroit Free Press
They do not call it murder when
men meet to slaughter each other
in battle. They simply report SO
many dead, wounded, and missing
When you fire into the smoke coll-
cealing the other battle line you
fire in the hopes to kill or wound.
It is your duty. Battles cannot be
won without killing. You load and
fre-]oad and fre-move to the
right or left-advance or retreat,
and when the battle is over you
may have simply fired at him, and
you cannot vouch that single one
of your bullets has found living
target.
Here is a brigade Of US in battle
line across an old meadow our
right and left join other brigades.
We have thrown down the rail fence
gathered logs and brush and sod,
and erected breastwork. It is
only a slight one, but enough to
shelter US while lying down. A
division of the enemy breaks cover
half a mile away and comes march
ing down upon US. The field pieces
behind us open on their solid col
umns, but they are not checked
Under the smoke we can see the
work Of the shells, but they cannot
halt that mass Of men. The grape
and canister does awful execution
but there should be dozen guns
instead Of six.
They are going to charge us. The
guns cannot prevent that. Orders
run along the line, and we are
waiting until every bullet, no matter