Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1893-02-04

Sid Add cl,Rhamsn which stands above
the Garden OF Marengo and overlooks
the sea, Its surroundings are charm
ing, and within It's little cemetery are
eucalyptus. mulbury and fig trees
shading the quaint old tombs. The
inner chapel Is sort Of shrine from
being the burial-placc of numbers of
Moslem saints, Pachas and Dcys; ard a
wondrous number Of sacred relics,
emblems and carvings. with lamps.
ostrich eggs, embroideries, gro,esquely
decorate the columns, walls and hang
from the ceilings. More than million
francs have been expended on such
gifts and tokens.
II Is in this little Mosque that one will
see so many Arab women. The glitter.
ing silk haiks hide their faces, but there
Is constan, atmosphere OF perfume, an
endless tinkle Of concealed and half
concealed jewelry, continuous murmur
Of musical voices in prayer, and a cease
less rustic Of woman's attire as they
come, 20, or PROSTATE themselves in
their devotions. The latter are certain.
ly solemn aud impressive, whether
down among the old fsher-folk. at the
Grand Mosque with the Maleki rite. or
here where the Weather Arab men and
women come clad in the richest textures
Of the orient and laden often with jewels
which would purchase n kings ransom.
The Moslem must pray five times each
day. Every act OF prayer begins with
these words from the Koran: Praise be
TO God the Lord of all creatures, the
most merciiul, 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 re-.
peated, led by the thalib, 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 :he name Of God, every worshiper
pros,raies himself so that seven parts
ofthe body-the head, hands, knees and
ieet--touch the sacred carpet together.
The booksellers Of Scotland, and
particularly the secondhand bookseller
dealing in curious and valuable works,
OF whom there are very many in Edin-
burgh and Glasgow, do not entertain a
very kindly feeling for the memory OF the
late Lord Tennyson. The cite many
little unpleasant characteristics Of the
laureate as a man, but their particular
reason for uniriendliness lies in the fact
that, as they insist, he was even more OF
Shylock than Ruskin in all his relations
with booksellers; and that not many
years since he nearly caused the ruin Of
one OF their number, Mr. Robert
Forester. bookseller Of the Royal Ex-
change, St. Georges Square, Glasgow.
A stranger one day sauntered into
Mr.. Forrester's shop meanly clad,
Uizzlcd and unkempt and betraying all
the ordinary marks OF a seedy customer
beneath frousled SLOUGH hat. He was
very anxious, he said, to get a 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 copyright
English editions. but these were far too
dear. Hadn't Mr.. Forester something
within his means, perhaps one Of those
cheap American reprintsS oh, yes, he
had two copies, left by some family re-
turning from America, but II was Illegal
TO sell them. That would not matter, in
30 good cause. The grizzled stranger
pressed the purchase, aud finally secured
the two copies for four shilllngs. He
was none other thar Lord Tennyson
himself, and through the unmanly
artifce he succeeded in mulcting Mr..
Forester to the extent OF .l2sol
Everybody in the United States knows,
or knows about, brave and good old
Robert Collyer, who, though for
uuartar aenfttfy pna al mir Ffaataat n
preachers, works in his study beside the
very anvil on which his prentice days
were passed before he became full
fledge Yorkshire blacksmith. His
master was "Owd Jackie" Birch the
village smith OF quaint old llkley, in
Whariedale.
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 were forged on "owd
Jackie's" anvil by this same stout heart
ed Yorkshire Blacksmith" And
somehow as one turns away from llkley,
the feeling comes strongly that there
was wrought into these roads and bars a
hero-grit more impressive and imperish-
able than Is revealed In all other monu-
ments or tokens leit In Whariedale,
since the days when the Romans trod
these pleasant ways.
There Is an old quatrain among the
Irish pcasantTy, the origin of which, for
the spirit ofinsistlve prophecy II contains,
might fairly be attributed to the prov
ident genius Of one Of the characters to
which II refers.
While Ireland Is ould Ireland
lOu'll have forcyermOro
The bOcough and the corrag
Beside the cabin door.
The bocough was the wandering min.
srel and story.teller Of Ireland. He
hau Keen scent for every spot where
genlality and generosity ionrished; but
poverty, oppression and sorrow have
long ago Withdrawn the scant cheer that
once gave him place.
ihe bocough Is gone. But the other
9ne, 'he corrag, who requiresno raiment,
ZOO or housing, remains within the
shadow OF the Irish cabin door. Through.
out Connamara. and particularly in
iotiner tramp down from the Ballindoon
district to Cloghmore and the sea, saw
one OF these silent, dricd.up old fellows
trembling IN the wind by the door of
every hut or cabin passed.
10 my fancy each one took on a sepa-
rate individuality and seeming. TINS
one stood there defiant, as ii repellant
OF your approach. That one had a
ss.auey ar as II to intimate that fine,
about his person. Another seemed
u,Seetepll and weary from silent vigil out
nele III the bitter mountain wind.
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