The morning call., 1893-07-09
it; it is Greek temple just above Eliot

it; It is Greek temple just above Eliot
square,"
The edi..r. with the gentle blush that
risky mel TORY will bring to the cheeks OF
the staldel. quickly answered, Eyes,
have Otter h~ors ped there"
This IS " a biogra phical paper. The
readers of thei Atlantic will remem Der DR..
Hale's description of his father. the first
Of New ESglan DIS great railroad pion GERS.
Esvsry-aHe " 1lsq.. that our MIR. HE
was named filter his uncle. the great Ed
ward Everett; but perhaps it is not so
granddaughter of lvman Beecher and the
niece of Mrs. Stowe What may not be
expected oil DIR. Hale's boys. with
Beecher, Hale and Everett blood in their
veins? The y is no better selection. and
the problem IS an interesting one.
But. to maiiy of US the most interesting
of DR.. Hale connections is his distant
relat Old. Hell In Kelar. The first time that
wonderful bl md. deaf-mute child, then not
8 years old, cdme TO his home, there hap
pened to be ah Egyptian statuette of the
god Zerminus outside the piazza steps.
The child touthed it. and with her marvel
Gus diseernmant. starting back. said in her
own way, ION, the ugly old man.
Helen was then taken 10 the beautiful
alto-relipvo 1T Bernini, representing the
infants Christ anu John playing together.
It is a little thing, and slowly the child
ran her eye fbgers over the chubby babes.
Suddenly her sightless face lighted with
the rarest smile. Her soul had understood
the significance of the holy group by an
Intuition that science cannot gauge, and
she bent over and kissed the sacred chill
dren.
After all, every home exhibits clnging
pananthrOpism, if one may be permitted
to coin the word. Books aud pictures and
statuary are the man, just as much as his
style. They are his most subtle express
sion. They are his unlving interpreters
AS you walk into DR.. Hae's parlor, rest
ing upon the floor, there confronts you a
realistic cOlored photograph of the COM
polling Matterh0rn. That picture. with its
glacier, its precipices and its summit, con-
quered only by cooperative achievement.
is a fit emblem Of a family mbing from
height to height.
We left the table and Lyman Beecher's
splendid portrait that formed strong
background for DIR. Hale's impressive
head. and stopped for moment in the
boys study, opposite the parlor. There is
the portrait OF Edward Everett, bv Stuart
Newton of Alexander Everett. by Alex
ander, and of Mrs. Hale. by Ransom, and
striking picture of the doctor himself
How many of these sedate portraits have
been shocked by shuttIe-cock' and bumped
by football at the hands of DR.. Hale's roll
licking boys, only one of whom, Robert, OF
rising literary reputation, is left with his
father in the home.
Across the narrow back ball. one takes a
quick glimpse of the four phases of the
moon on the stairway, then of hundreds OF
volumes lining the walls pillows of books,
breaking upon one ywhere-5000 OF
them.
That is Thomas Arnold's portrait
father of Matthew" said DR.. Hale point
ing from his sofa and then settling back
IL
there and-Dean Stanley. l like Stanley
and l think Stanley likes me. We were on
very cordial terms. He Sat at the de k
where you are and | gave him Gladstone's
article on America published that fall.
There was carriage at the door. | was
to show him some historical places. 1t
was October and cold. | told the bows
carriage with lot of Arab shawls. Stan
ley had just come from the desert and
with marvellous deXterity he wound p
shawl about him so that he looked like
an Arab sheik- | got little frightened at
the oriental look OF it and said; Oh we
shall be in all the newspapers With re-
luctance lie consented 10 throw cape over
his shoulders instead. But [ always re-
GREETED that | did not allow him to 90
through the streets as an Arab dean. When
oade him good-by that night he said,
with his wonted thoughffuness: Let me-
pay Tor this carriage. You would never
have had it if it hadn't been for me-
Ne, said /, when / 90 to W estminster
you shall pay Tor me; when you are in Bos-
ton shall pay for you
When we got out of the carriage the
nackman took eff his hat and said: If the
carriage were mine you shouldn't pay a
cent DR.. Stanley is a good and great man,
ana L am proud to have carried him.
1hats pretty good for a Boston hackmaE."
as my eyes roamed over the mass of
portfolios stacked in an orderly manner in
the case at the foot of his lounge my i'm
aginat,on conjured many an interview
mat MT. Hale must have had with im-