The morning call., 1893-01-15

| very energetic protest against some InlnBS
| said of Byron aud his environments. Now
| this is Of no Importance 10 ne further than
as truth is important to ALL but l must beg
space to repeat the fact that Mary Chaworth
| Musters, she who was "The ocean to the
rim of his thoughts persisted by the mob.
| as | have said, and that this same mob al
| the same time burned Nottingham Castle.
| Colwick Hall, still in ruins, stood not far
| away and was at that time the home of
| Mrs. Musters. Annesiey Hall and all her
| estate, the very name of Chawortb. in
| fact, having been merged into that of
| Mpsters, and the country seat where
| Byron sat at her feet was abandoned when
| she married Musters, and the two ancient
| families, now melted into one, made Col
| wick Hall the home until this place was
| burned and Mary persisted. Then the head
| of the family returned to Annesley Hall.
| But the name Chaworth was no more. In
| the rear of the hall stands stout eaken
| door leading TO the wine cellar in hill
which door is pierced in many places by
| pistol balls, the work Of Lord Byron; and
| yery Door shot he must have been, too,
| Judging from the way in which the balls are
| distributed. The sword on the wall is
| there, as said, the same sword, If we may
| believe the good sons of Mary Chaworth-
| Musters, with which their ancestor was
| killed by former Lord Byron. Perhaps l
| should have said Chaworth instead OF Mus
| tiers in speaking of the duel, but was
| speaking OF the Musters family into which
| the Chaworths were merged. l was entirely
| correct in spirit and in fact
| The circumstances Of the fight as l had
them from the lips OF both the master OF
| Newstead and Annesley Hall at the same
| table and with that sword On the wall be-
| fore us we're these:
| Byron and the Chaworth ancestor OF
| Musters had been bounding the fox in
| Sherwood Forest with other gentlemen,
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ham for the evening. An old grudge or
| feud which had grown up over dispute
| about their grounds, which lay together,
| was here revived. Byr0n-called "the mad
| Byron"-caught up candle and challenged
| his neighbor to follow. They entered a
| hall, locked the door and by the light of the
| single candle fought with their swords
while the other gentlemen Numbered at the
door. When. finally, they broke in through
another way they found Byron down on his
\ back and his adversary leaning over him,
sword in baud At that juncture Byron
shortened his sword-that is, got his sword
| arm back far enough to bring the point
within range of the others breast-and so
"pinked" him-ran him through. Ofc0urse,
everything was in Byron'S favor. and few
could dispute the fairness of the ugly duel.
| The last Lord Byron, in letter to Moore,
speaks of trying to heal an old feud and his
shattered fortunes ct the same time by
uniting Newstead and Annesley Hall in
marriage.
But to get on with Kingsley. the muscular
Christian, as he was proudly called by bat
tlesome old England for long time. When
l say that Browning warmed his hands and
his faith at this strong mans fire l only say
what Browning said TO me. The garden
party in London Is good place to see con-
genial people together. At these places
Kingsley and Browning were inseparable,
the only third person being Kingsley's tall
and stately daughter, duplicate of himself
in address, indastIy ana ability. In fact,
there was something notable in BroWnlDg's
love for the great men of Westminster Alb
hey. The first time / met him was
with the Dean of the abbey, Stanley,
and at the table of a former great
dean of the solemn old abbey. Dean Trench.
Archbishop of Dublin at the time. Ii
Browning really was Jew he WAS very
fond of Christians, and OF lighting Chris
tians at that.
one will rush into print to dispute it be-
cause it is not in any encyclopedia that
Dean Trench, our Trench On Words" once
came within an ace of being shot for trying
to fight. Now bear in mind this is not in
any biographical dictionary; if it were you
would not Lave it here. | don't do that
sort OF work. tell what know, not what
the other fellow knows. And this little in
cdent In the serene and placid life of the
venerable Archbishop l have from the lips
Of Lord Houghton, and so l know it to be
exactly true as told. Briefly then, three
lutionize Spain. They landed, raised their
flag, made proclamation of liberty, fought
two or three battles, had twO-thirds Of their
force captured, that is all their army, ex-
eept the future Archbishop, and shot. all on
the first day. The future Trench on
Words" made his way by night marches to
Gibraltar. and SO got back to England
Having had enough of fighting in the field
he now gave his life to the church. But, as
ali the world knows, the fire and the faith
and then In war OF words, till the divine
light which he shed was seen quite around
the globe. He was a born fighter.
'All the world loves lover, but all old
England honors a fighter After Trench
had fought his way to and through the
abbey then Dean Stanley came. very
small man but very David in battle with
error Yet Stanley was not stern man at
all, like Trench. Here is an anecdote he
told once about bis visit to America. l
have heard James L. Fields tell it also. and
possibly it is in his Yesterdays With
Authors" Stanley was to lecture in Wash
ington, and so must rise early from his
comfortable bed in the Fields mansion,
Boston.
Now" said James T. Fields. a most gen.
tie gentleman, to his boy, Dean Stanley is
a lord at home, and you must so salute him
to catch the early train, don't thunder at
his door and make such a noise as you gen.
orally do when you waken me to catch
train out set his boots down quietly by the
door. then tap the door gently. Then his
Grap b S wake" R naS say W srS
is the boy" And here the boy rehearsed
his part over and over under the direction
of the gentle James T. Fields. My lord,
Ii is the boy. My lord, it is the boy. My
lord, it is the boy" And even at
early coekcrow next morning as the gentle
Fields lay awake full OF concern for his
great aud good guest, he heard that boy say
ing to himself as he erept upstairs with the
boots, My lord, it is the boy! Ny lord, il
is the boy! Ny lord. itis.the boy!' But the
Dean was in deep sleep, aud waking too
suddenly at the first gentle tap at the door
his bed and roared, who's thereH Poor
Boots" forgot his riece entirely. and with
trembling voice piped out, me boy, 1t is
the lord"
Canon Farrar, whom we might as we'll
call Dean Farrar. was. or rather, Is, the
fourth IN this continuous line of fighters
from the walls of Westminster Abbey. and
the world has loved each one of them to the
verge of idolatry. But to get on with the
third one-Kingsley.
Wouldyo have theisweetest of all sweet,
sad songs flor all sweet songs are sad, THE
| saddest still the sweetest') turn to sThe
| Sands of Dee" THE Three Fishers" and
| so on. This poet has celebrated America
+ in romance and song more than any other
| Englishman. He knew that America was
| the coming empire, and he kept his eyes
| bent this way from first TO last. He dared
| TO dislike much that was in vogue in Eng
| land and to love about all that he found in
| America. 1t is notable fact that three of
| these four great souls of Westminster
| Abbey came over the sea from time to time
md iaIrr Cd q nh ,rith
| lank long, awkward and suffering Kings
| ley not only came and fingered with us, but
| lad the scenes of his chiefest works with us.
And now let me tell two anecdotes as