The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1893-03-30
PERSONAL AND LITERARY,

Mrs. Martha J. Lamb, the editress
of the Magazine of American History,
who died recently, had been in poor
health for many years. She was the
Oldest boarder in the Coleman house.
The hotel changed hands half dozen
times, but she never moved nor even
changed her apartments.
When the count and countess of
Paris, who are now wintering in Spain,
60 to and from their English residence
to the lberian Peninsula they travel by
water and not across France. It is
necessary, in order to do the latter, to
ask permission from the French au-
thorities. Leave would of course be
granted, but Orleanist pride can not
condescend so far.
Rogers, the poet, won a reputation
for caustic speech; but he had great
distaste for the "small BEER of per-
sonal gossip. 81 wonder how the
Blanks are able to keep a carriage" a
lady once said to him, in his own house,
and the poet at once turned to a servant
to say: $50 to Blank square with Mrs.
Proctor's and my compliments, and ask
how the family contrive to pay for their
carriage"
-Voltaire was one day reading a
tragedy of his own which contained
many verses borrowed from other au-
thors. Whenever one of these bits
came from his lips, Piron, the poet,
made a bow, with great seriousness.
"Why are you doing that?" Voltaire
exclaimed at length, with extreme ir-
ritation. Keep on, monsieur" said
Piron; don't mind me. It is merely my
habit to salute my acquaintance.
Some ladies never, never can I'M
derstand that man of letters should
some times be left alone in his den.
Byron himself says that, however much
ia love he might be at any moment, he
always felt, even when with the fair, a
hankering to be back in his untidy
library. There is story of Lady By
ron's entering the den and asking: "Do
disturb you, Byron?" eyes; damna-
bly," answered Childe Harold, in an in
telligible if not a pardonable irritation.
R. B. Marston, director of the pub
fishing firm of Sampson. Low, Marston
& Co., says of American spelling: IAN
American author objects quite as much
as an English author does to have his
spelling altered, and although heartily
join in wishing that the spelling of En-
glish, or, should 1 say, British and
American writer's was identical, still,
fifty millions of people have a right to
please themselves, and even to consider
that they are nearer to the English of
our common forefathers than we are"
1t was Count Montrond who said
to Alexandra de Girardin of young
man swho was beginning to make a
brilliant reputation, and whom Girar-
din did not appreciate: Hasten to
recognize him, or he will not recognize
you His valet waited on him one
morning most unsuccessfully. He
could find none of the toilet articles.
Montrond handed them to him, re-
marking: you mus admit that you
are lucky to have me here. Without
me, you certainly could not wait upon
me-"
AT a dinner given to Turner, the
painter, who was an inveterate cock
ney, the talk turned upon one of his
drawings of South coast scenery-a
view of distant river, with a grey
hound at full speed after a hare in the
foreground. A guest was examining
this plate with admiration, when
Turner called out: 'Ah! / see you
want to know why have introduced
that are. 1t is bit Of sentiment, sir;
for that's the spot where 'Arold Are
foot fell and you see Fave made an
'ound a-chasing an 'are!"