The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-01

as from a catapult. into carriage compart-
menti where. sick in body and demented in
MIND, you sink exhausted into perturbed
sleep as the hou of o'clock is tolied from
the ghostly towers of the Calais churches
haunted By dreams of Brobdiguagian, gau-
oily dressed guards continuing infinite tort
ures through compartment windows, sup
plemented by invisible choruses of
"Je vous remercie!''-
"Pardonnez moir-
fitted to the staocatO of the wheels upon the
rails; ever after carried in the memory like
some internal realization Of witch-wailed
Walpurgis night.
There is q great distinction between Brit
ish tipping" and American ''tippingn in
Great Britain. Your true Briton "tipsi'
with something like unconscious kindIiness.
We Americans who travel in Europe be-
stow our gratuities largely loosely, loudly,
as though we were either defyin1 criticism
or resenting petty brigardage
Quite az striking difference will be
found in the disposition OF all British serv-
ing people In their acceptance of "tipsn
from Briton or foreigner. They often seem
DULLES to us, because our manner srouses
their antagonism or cupidity, or both. But
they are veritable lambs to their own folk.
and the Englishman, who is the greatest of
travellers in his own country, will leave a
shining trail Of gratitude and good will
behind bin by the judicious use of copper
only, when we pertorce follow in perturba-
ton and discomfort, though we spangle our
way with silver.
l have seen the English side of this fact
illustrated on countless occasions. Only re-
Gently while waiting for London train at
the great Rugby station, a handsome,
portly, venerable gentleman alighted from
the carriage of a train from Coventry, A
| n0Pfar haEfapnd to HE
Quoted him TO a comfortable seat next to
the door where stood. Then he struggled
with the luggage. There were altogether
sixteen parcels. Four were huge leather
handbags. each Of the size and weight of q
marketable Limerick pig. They were ell
finally tldily piled alongside the distin-
guished traveller. The latter's hand
went into his pocket, where there
was apparently much coin, and surely,
l thought, it will reappear with at
least shilling, possibly with half crown.
| could not help seeing it was only a
ha'penny. But the bland and perfect grace
with which it was bestowed. and the mos
mentary, half conscious look of attention
and sympathy which accompanied it, were
what filed me with amazement and admira-
ton. The porter, still blowing from exer-
ton, touched his cap with a glad sort of
humility, and said "Thankee, sir p in a tone
of positive gratitude. In response to my
own ''thripenny bit" and an inquiry who
the gentleman that clipped" with half pen
MES might be, the porter answered heart
lily:
"Ima Wy ees the Earl of -. AM a
VERY fine man ee is, sir"
What an excellent courier he would
makew could not help thinking and say
ing.
'Doar't know as to that, sir;o replied
the porter admiringly; but ee's a VERY
fine man, sir; VERY good IN to ee's peo~
ple."
One of the sweetest Iassies in all Scot
land, one Of the best mothers and one of
the sturdiest of fathers, are dear friends of
mine at Dumfries, Scotland. This lassie is
Jean Armour Burns Brown. Her mother
is the daughter of the Oldest and best-ba-
loved of Robert Burns sons, Robert Burns.
Jr., who was himself a. true poet and g man
Of profound intellectual attainment. This
mother and daughter are the immortal
bard's nearest living relatives. The home
is modest and plain. but rich in love, senti-
ment and the most priceless OF human SYM
pathies; and have long since come to love
this truly lovable Scottish home for the
manhood, womanhood and purity that
dwell within it.
They are not rich people these not even
folk of moderate means; but there is true
nobility In their ever fine and lofty inde-
pendenoe which honors the memory Of the
bard whose fame bestowed no little honor
upon them. Some one conceived the idea
of constructing a duplicate of the "Burns
cottage" at Ayr, in which the poet was
born, for exhibition at the worlds fair
This was all we'll enough. Then some fertile
mind devoid of sensitiveness or sentiment
further conceived. This little family must
be coralled, lassooed and herded in the
Burns cottage" to be catalogued, labeled
| and yRzad a Hko Rafir han fua-
headed calf, or the wild Australian chill
dren, by millions of worlds fair visitors. A
United States consul In Scotland has Just
broke the hilarious news OF what was ex
pected of them to these reputable descend
ants of Robert Burns in Dumfries and the
gentle but dignified reply he has received,
Will undoubtedly be omitted from his forth
coming consulate memoirs to be entitled
riffs In the Mists of AUD Reekie."
While on the subject of Burns and his
descendants il is also an interesting fact
that the Ellisland farm home OF Robert
Burns has just been thrown open to the
public. This house, on the banks of the
songful NTH, about SIX miles north of DUN
fries, is standing as sturdily to-day as when
its strong walls were completed by Robert
Burns own hands. If there is to be q
Burns cottage" at the worlds fair, this is
the one which should be copied, or at least
those having the matter In charge should
recognize the truth that Its representation
would infinitely more enphatically memoir
lie 'fair Coila's bard" than a prototype of
the Ayr cottage wherein he was born.
This Nith-side cottage is hailowed by is
myriad sacred memories Of Burns. He buia
it while singing many lusty song to hit
absent love and wife. When done it was to
bis honest eyes fairer than any palace in
Britain. To it he brought his adored Jean
preceded by q peasant girl carrying the
family Bible and bowl of SALT Tue most
of his children were born within its walls.
II was the one Eden of labor. love and song
that the poet and his wife ever knew.
There are hundreds Of visible relics still
at the Ellisland cottage Of the poets own
haudiwork. He was the great. the immor~
tai Burns, more for his life within this
humble home than for all else of earthly
accomplishment, for here were produced.
among scores OF minor poems, the most
ecstatic. achievement. Tam o. Shsnter, /"
written in a day and denomineted by Alex
ander Smith ''since Bruce fought Bannock-
burn, the best single days work done in
Scotland his magnificent battlespiece,
"The Song of Death" bis wonderful satire.
1.-The Kinks Alarm" his matches embodi-
ment of copnubial affection, John Ander-
son My 10, n 20 Blaw Ye Westlin Winds, "
his Address TO the NTH" ''On Seeing a
Wounded Hare" that grand Address to
tba Ghada If Thomson - HOf A. the Airts