The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-04-23

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lowing interesting program:
Mendelssohn: Allegro brilliant" op.
92 -four hands,.
Daquin: lie Coucon."
Scarlatti: "Pastorale."
Scarlatti; "Capriccio."
Violin solo. Mr.. Smith.
Chopin: "Polonaise," op. 26, No. 1.
Stcherbatscheff: "Orientale.'
Templeton Strong: Elm Traum."
+ MacDowell ITO wide rose" (Uncle
semus. Humoreske)
Violin solo, Mr.. Smith
Chaminade: ''Valse curuaValesque"
ed piano played by Mr.. BassetD.
One after another, the common plants
that have been neglected and scorned
by narrow minded and artificial pub
lie, are being reclaimed from the waste
of nature and placed in positions of
honor in park and garden. The COM
mon sumac, that grows wild every
where in this part of the country, is
being transplanted for ornament into
city parks, and to go where the wood
bine twineth you only have to walk out
to your neighbours, over whose SIDE
wall or back fence this charming child
of the wood will be pretty sure to be
climbing gayly under its botanical
name of ampelopsis Rich as are our
parks and gardens and well stocked as
are the markets, it is only small
fraction of natures opulent gifts thal
man has learned how to use.
One more link connecting the London
of Charles Dickens with the new Lon
don of today is fast disappearing. The
old Red Lion, which stood in Parua-
ment street on the corner of Derby
street, and will be recalled by all lovers
of David Copperfieid, is being torn
down to make room for a new business
block outside the old public house by
way of a sign, was a rampant red non,
but he has had to come down, poor
fellow. under the stress of modern
commereialism.
It was in the bar room of the Keu
Lion that Dickens himself, when ] lad,
called for a glass of the very pest ale,
with a head to it." At the time he was
living very much the same kind of a
strange, lonely life that he afterward
described little Copperield as living,
his father having gone into bankrupt
CIV and the family being quartered at
the time in the Marshalsea. Charles
had no companions of his own aga, put
used to stroll about neglected and SOL
itary in the back streets. M
Dickens tells in the second chapter
of "Forster's Life" how it came about
that he once had q glass in the bar
of the Red Lion;
II was such a little fellow, with my
poor white hat, little jacket and cor.
duroy trousers, that frequently when
I went into the bar of a strange pub
lie house for a glass Of ale or porter
. 1,r COY o low
[ had eaten in the street, they didnt
like to give it to me. l remember one
evening Il had been somewhere for
my father and was going back to the
borough over Westminster bridge)
that / went into public house in Par
lament street, which is still there,
though altered, at the corner of the
short street leading into Cannon row,
and said to the landlord behind the
bar: What is your very best-the very
best-ale q glass2' For the occasion
was a festive one for some reason-I
forget why 1t may have been my
birthday or somebody elses Two
pence says he Then says 1, Just
draw me a glass of that, if you please,
with a good head to it,
THE landlord looked at me in re-
turn over the bar from head to foot
with a strange smile on his face, and,
instead of drawing the beer, looked
round the screen and said something
to his wife, who came out from behind
it, with her work in her hand. and
joined him in surveying me. Here we
stand, all three, before me now, in
my study in Devonshire terrace. The
landlord in his shirt sleeves leaning
against the bar window frame; his
wife looking over the little half-door,
and I, in some confusion, looking up
at them from outside the partition.
They asked me a good many questions,
as what my name. was. how old 1 was,
where l lived, how 1 was employed,
etc. To all of which, that / might com
NIT nobody, 1 invented appropriate
answers. They served me With the
ale, though 1 suspect it was not the
strongest on the premises, and the
landlords wife, opening the little half
door and bending down, gave me a
kiss that was half-admiring and half
compassionate. but all womanly and
good, ! am sure"
The Smith College Club held its an
nual meeting with Miss Marion E.
Rose, IS Tirrell street. yesterday af-
ternoon. and reelected the following
officers for the coming year; Presi-
dent. Mrs. George Slocomb; first vice
president. Miss Marion Z. Rose. sec
ond vice-president. Miss Kate Taft;
secretary and treasurer Miss Edith
Inman.