Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-09-11
ANTICIPATING FAME.
aEsANT's PATHETIC STORY OF "PAul
 THE wANDERER."
The Quiet Dignity of n Man Who Was Iiv-
 ing For Posterity-A Pretty Little skit Written In the English NoyeIist's InImI-

Written In the English NoyeIist's InimI- table Style.
 knew him for several years before his death. When I first made his ac- quaintance, he was already an old man He was also, as was evident from the first, a very poor man He went about shabbily dressed He carried biscuits in his pocket to the reading room or which he lunched or took snacks at in- tervals during the day. Perhaps he had dinner afterward, but 1 always suspect ed his dinner to be an uncertain and a movable feast It was understood that he was something in the literary way. I got to know him by sitting next to him day after day. We exchanged the amenities of the reading room, apollo gized for crowding each other with books, abused the takers, remarked on the impudcncc of those who 20 to the room in order to fiirt and so forth When l got to Enow him better. l made little discoveries about him. as, for instance, that he liked glass of beer in the middle of the day and that he could not afford the twopence. Imay say, not boastfully. that l was able to offer him this littlo luxury. We used to go out together for the purpose He was good enough to take an interest in my work. He proved to have consider able knowledge of books and gave nc considerable help in this way.
 One Sunday met him in the street. We stopped to speak. He lamcntcd the closing of the museum on Sunday. For |. tI lao. the reading room open every day ln the week. Why close the avenues of knowl- edge? Why damn tho fountains and springs of wisdom? So We walked and talked. He was perfectly dignificd in his manner, though his great coat was so thin and shabby that one might bC ashamed to be seen with him. He stop ped presently at the door of house ill High street, Holborn-
 II lodge herc," he said Will you come up stairs and see my hcrmitagc:"
 remember that he called it grandly his hermitage. He led tho way; the stairs were dark and dirty; he took mC to the fifth, or fifty fifth. floor. He liv' cd in the back attic.
 This" he said, lis tho cell of tho rccluse. live hero quite retired. There ] arc other lodgcrs, l believe. but l dC not know them. l live hero with my library in simplicity. The mir is whole some at this height.
 He throw open the window and sniff | ed the fragrance of the ncighbOrinl chimncys The room was clvan; tn, furniture was scanty; there was no fir, | in the grate; on shelf wcrC about - boOks-his library. The man loOkcd per fectly contcntcd with his hermitage There were no papers on the table nothing to show that he Was q writer.
 do not know how he livCd-ccrtain ly he did no work at tho muSCum-hu he never borrowed. In one corner stOo, n wooden chest. He lifted the lid an, nodded and laughed
 "Aha!' he said, now l an going L reveal secret. You didn't know. no body at the museum knows. the pvopl in the house don't know. that l am what do you think:-a pcct. It k 2 years since l paid for the puhlicatiu of my collected pHtical works NC, sir, and am going not only to comnu nicate this secret tu VOLT hIuor-in sat kcepinE-but to Vr,,~,rt you with
 copy. There, my young; frirmd!" He pr' duccd q thin volume. II am Paul th Wandcr,r." In fact, thr title page hur tho legend. "Cull,r-I,d F,vtical Wur of Paul the Waud'r,r,
 Thirty years, " he repeated. "Thrr were 800 copies. The press received 5C the public bought four; there rcmainc 446. have now given you one. Ther now remain 445. have bcqucathc thesc to the public libraries of the nG ton Sir. you are young You wi |. yourself perhaps publish your poems Remember for your comfort that takes 90 years, or two generations for the noblC<t poets to take thci proper place. GrratncSS-truc. stabl, solid greatness. not the empty applauS given to an cphcmcral fav0ritc-rC Quircs 30 years at least. Gn, sir! Tax tho book have given you, and in aft years, when l am gone, tell the wurl that you knew-Paul the WandCrvr. wrunS his hand i'll silence and lvi him. More th.in 70 years have pa>S, since he published that work. Nn OI has yet spoken to me of Paul the WaI dcrcr. But l now understood his GjGr | ty. his self rt'>IS'Ct and his COntCE,- II was anticipating and enjoying hIs fl ture fame. He was living for puStcritN Present poverty and neglect were n"tl ing.-WaltCr Bc>ant in London QuCCI
 FIRST TRANSATLANTIC STEAMER. | She Was an American Vessel Using Bnt | sails and steam.
 The first steamer tO cross the Atlanti was an American vessel called the =: | l.a - ltt ysl n both sails and stcaln. and wI~ built | Crocker & Pickett al Curl,;Ir's Hook New York city. The present l-cliCf that she was built by party of capita ists who intended to sell her to son foreign monarch. She Was command, by Captain Moses Rogers and was
 ship rigged vessel of nearly 100 ton She had n horizontal engine, which W; placed between her decks, and her boi CTS were in the lower hold.
 It is generally admitted that the S
 vannah sailed from New York in lSl' going to Savannah, her namCsakC. seven days, fOnr of which she usC steam There she was chartered by Il city corporation to go 10 Charleston l take President Monroe, who was tn, travelling through tho states on plea ure excursion. He failed to accept q invitation, and the boat returned to : vannah. After remaining at this po for some days and taking out Parti
 of curiosity as well as pleasure seckc
 the Savannah sailed for LiverpOC
 reaching it after n voyage of IS day seven of which were made under stear The arrival of the strange looking VI sel, with huge clouds of smoke ascen
 ing from her decks and obscuring her ri
 ging. caused quite n commotiun wh,
 she entered St GcOrgo's channel (
 the city of Cork. and the commander | tho British man-of-war lying i'm tl