The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-02-05
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! A Dainty Algerian MosQue-Tenry son
/ and the Glasgow 8ookseller-{lkiey' 3
/ All Saints Churcnysrd Gates-The
| Irish "0uId Man Of the Branches"
| Ear-y Morning in Venice-Alexander
Anderson, the Scottish Surface
man" Post-A Wondering Irish Min
strel.
Copyright, 1897
| LONDON, Jan. 23-No one who has visited
| Algiers will ever forges the lovely though
diminutive mosque of Sidi Abd-el-Rhaman
which stands above the garden of Mareuzo
and overlooks the sea. Its surroundings are
! charming, aud within its little cemetery are
eucalyptus, mulberry and fig trees shading
the quaint old tombs. The inner chapel is
a sort Of shrine from being the burial place
of numbers OF Moslem saints pashas and
| deys; aud a wondrous number of sacred
relics, emblems and carvings, with lamps,
ostrioh eggs, embroideries, grotesquely dec
crate the columns, walls aud hang from the
| ceilings. More than 100000 francs have
been expended on such gifts and tokens
1t is in this little mosque that one will see
so many Arab women. The glittering silk
haiks hide their faces, but there is a con-
slant atmosphere Of perfume, an endless
tinkle of concealed and half-concealed
jeWelry, a continuous murmur of musical
voices in prayer and a ceaselesS rustic of
woman'a attire as they come, 60 or pros
trate themselves in their devotions, The
latter are certainly solemn and impressive,
whether down among the old fisner-folk, at
the grand mosque with the Maleki rite, or
hara rwha Eha -
women come clad in the richest textures of
the orient and laden often with jewels
which would purchase kings ransom.
The Moslem muht pray five times each
day. Every act Of PRAYER begins with these
words from from the Koran: Praise be to
God, the Lord of all creatures. the most
merciful, the Lord of the day of Judgment!
Thee do we worship. We implore thy aid.
Direct us in the right way" This, and other
passages are repeated, led by the thalib a
sacred scholar and an old man, in the nature
Of responses. The faces OF all are toward
the east, their Mecca. At each mention of
the name of God, every worshiper pros
trates himself so that seven parts of the
body-the head, hands, knees and feet
touch the sacred carpet together.
The booksellers Of Scotland, and particuA
laTly the secondhand booksellers dealing in
curious and valuable works, OF whom there
are very many in Edinburgh and Glasgow,
do not entertain a very kindly feeling for
the memory of the late Lord Tennyson.
They cite many little unpleasant character
istics of the laureate as a man, bu6 their
particular reason for unfriendliness lies in
the fact that, as they insist, he was even
more of a Shylock than Ruskin in ali his
relations with booksellers; and that not
many years since he nearly caused the ruin
OF one OF their number, Robert For
h0O oil IS H.
st. Georges square, Glasgow.
A stranger one day sauutered into Mr..
Forrester's shop meanly clad, grizzled and
unkempt and betraylng all the ordinary
marks Of a seedy customer beneath q
frousled slouched hat. He was very anxious,
he said, to get very cheap copy of two Of
Tennyson's poems as gifts to poor folk who
were not able to purchase them. He was
shown several copies of the cheapest copy
right English editions, but these were far
too doar. Hadn't Mr.. Forester some>
thing within his means; perhaps one
Of those cheap American reprints? o,
yes, he had the copies, left by come fam
lily returned from America, but it was
illegal to sell them. That would not mat
ter, in 80 good q cause. The grizzled stranger
pressed the purchase, and finally secured the
two copies for shiliugs. He was none
other than Lord Tennyson himself, and
through the uumauly arJifioe he succeeded
in mulctlng Mr.. Forester to the extent of
9250.
Everybody in the United States knows.
or knows about, brave aud good old Robert
Collyer, who. though for quarter century
one OF our greatest Of preachers. WORKS in
his study beside the very anvil on which
his prentice days were passed before he
became full-hedged Yorkshire blacksmith.
His master was "Owd JackIen Birch the
village Smith OF quaint old Hkly, in
Wharfedale.
When you stand by its ancient church of
All Saints, and look in upon its messy
graves and the Runic CROSSES, your hands
will grasp the bars OF Its huge iron gates.
They we're forged on "oWd Jackie's" anvil
by this same stout-hearted yorkshire
blacksmith" And somehow as one turns
away from Ilkley, the feeling comes strongly
that there was wrought into these rods and
bars hero-grit more impressive aud i'm
perishable than Is revealed in all other
monuments or tokens left in Wharfedale,
since the dHyB when the Romans trod these
pleasant ways.
There is an old quatrain among the Irish
peasautry, the origin Of which, for the
spirit of insistive prophecy it contains
might fairly be attributed to the proyldent
genius OF one Of the characters to which it
refers:
While Ireland is ould Ireland
You'll have forevermore
The bocough and the corrag
Beside the cabin door.
The bocougn was the wandering minstrel
and story-teller OF Ireland. He mad keen
scent for every spot where Genielity and
generosity fiourished; but poverty, oppres-
sion AMI sorrow have long ago withdrawn
the scent cheer that once gave him place.
The bocough is gone. But the other one,
the corrag, who requires no raiment, food
or housing, remains within the shadow Of
the Irish cabin door. Throughout Gonna
mara, and particularly In a former trap
down from the Ballindoon district to Clogh-
more and the sea, saw one OF these silent
dried-up old follows trembling in the wind
by the door Of every hut or cabin l passed.
To my fancy each one took on a separate
individuality and seeming. This one stood
there defiant, as if repsllant of your ap-
proach. That one had saucy air as il
to intimate that il fine, right" black
thorn was concealed about his person.
Another seemed decrepit and weary from
silent vigil out there IN the bitter mountain
wind. Another was bent aad leaning as
| though it uld stand there no longer.
Another seemed to beckon the passer to
enter, or to hint with weary gesture that