The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-06-27

over the White house. Her luxuriant
mass Of golden hair has, it is true,
been turned to frosted silver by the
brush Of time, but the blue of her eyes
Is still clear, the roses of her complex
lon still bloom and the wrinkles of
withered old age have yet to come.
1 wish 1 could show you President
Buchanan's niece, Mrs. Harriet Lane
Johnston, as I saw her in her Wash
lngton home this week. Her form is as
straight as it was when she held the
position of First Lady of the Land"
and, were it not for her white hair,
you would take her to be in the prime
Of middle age. She is also young in
soul. The long pathway of her life
has often been marked with bitter sor-
row. First her uncle, then her hus-
band and her children, one by one
have passed away. But she has not al
lowed her troubles to sour her, and she
keeps abreast with the spirit Of the
times. She is in sympathy with the
world Of today, and, although she is in
her sixties, she is still one of the
queens of Washington society
HARRIET LANES HOME.
Mrs. Johnston is a woman Of means.
Her Washington home is a large house.
made Of cream-colored brick, situated
on the corner Of Eighteenth and I
streets, in the most fashionable part
Of the capital. In the same block is
the mansion in which Secretaries FIRE.
linghuysen and Whitney and Postmas
ter General Wanamaker successfully
lived, and all about are the houses Of
distinguished men and women. Mrs
Johnston's home is beautifully fur
nished. 1t contains mementos of trav-
el from many parts Of the world. A
screen Of Moorish work. which once
formed window to hide the beauties
OF Cairo from the gaze Of the passers-
by, stands in the hall, and upon the
walls hang paintings and engravings
almost every one of which is the more
valuable by it's associations In the
parlor, for instance, there is a por-
trait Of the Prince of Wales, painted
just after the prince left the United
States, and sent by him to Presiden:
Buchanan. Just under the portrait
In O. little black frame is the letter
which the prince sent with the portrait
The letter was penned by his royal
highness on the shores Of Palestine.
where he was travelling. 1t reads:
Jafa, March 20, 1862.
Lear MI. BUcnanan:
Permit me to request that you will accept
tho accompanying portrait as a Slight mark
OF my grateful recollection Of the hospitable
reception and agreeable visit at the White
house on the occasion of my tour in the United
States.
Believe me that the cordial welcome, which
was then vouchsafed to me by the American
people and by you as their chief, can never
be effaced from my memory.
l venture to ask you at the same time to
remember me kindly to Miss Lane and be-
I1eye nee, dear Mr.. Buchanan
Yours very truly,
Albert Edward
The Prince Of Wales visited the Unit
ed States as the guest Of President
Buchanan. He was at the time in his
twentieth year, and Miss Lane could
not have been much older. She was,
you know, then mistress Of the White
house, and the week which the prince
spent there must have been one Of the
fullest weeks of that eventful period
of her life She says herself that the
visit Of the prince was most enjoy
able one. He came here on an English
man-of-war, accompanied by a large
suite The prince and his suite all stay