The record-union. [volume] (Sacramento, Calif.) 1891-1903, 1899-04-16

Your father and / went to see him. AS
we came out some friend met US and
said: Here, Friswell, you are always
punning, but you can't make pun
of his name No., said your father,
I haven't a knack at ALL man -" (Anak,
a tall NAM.
Lady Malcolm's recently published
DIARY of ST. Helena gives these I'M
pressions of Napoleon's appearance:
His hair CT a brown black, thin on
the forehead cropped, but not thin IN
the neck, and rather dirty look; hgnl
blue or gray eyes; a capacious Tore
head; high nose; short upper lip; good
white even teeth, but. small Che rarely
showed them; round chin: the lower
part of his face very full; pale COM
piexion; particularly short neck. Other
wise his figure appeared well proper
toned, but had become too fat:
| thick, short hand, with taper fingers
and beautiful nails and well-shapeo
| leg and foot He was dressed In an
old thread-bare green coat, with green
velvet collar and cuffs; silver buttons
with a. beast engraven upon them, his
| habit de chase Git was buttoned close
| at the neclx); a silver star of the Legion
of Honor; white waistcoat ana
| breeches; white silk stockings, and
shoes with oval gold buckles. She was
| struck with the kindness Of has ex-
preston, so contrary 70 the fierceness
she had expected. She saw no trace
of great ability; his countenance
seemed rather to indicate goodness. Al
a second interview she remarked that
it would change with his humor."
| Mrs. Browning, according to one OF
| her letters to Robert Browning, in the
volumes recently published by harper
& Brothers, had troubles OF her own
with autograph collectors ana others
of the same ilk. In a letter dated May
| %, 1916 she writes: i had manu-
script sonnet sent to me last autumn
by person or persons UNKNOWN l."
E. B. B., on her departure from Eng
! land to PisaI' Can you fancy lnal
melodious piece of gosslplng! Iheh
lady of this city, famous, pelleVe, lol
haberdashery, used to ADDRESS all hei
poems to me-which really was original
| for she would write five or SIX poems
| in an evening and sweep them up anu
send them to me once IN a loftnish-,
upon faith, hope and charity, seaWeeo
and moonshine, corn laws, and the I'M
mortality of the soul, and take me ioI
her standing muse-properly thou anu
thee'd all through. What a gooo ven
geance it would be upon your unjust
charges if 1 set you to READ Voiuliie
or two of those poems '--Whlch all Wen'
No
ened.
And to-day had a roSe-tree sent !"
me by somebody who has laid close
siege to me this long While, ana WHOM
have escaped hitherto, but who mas
encamned she says, till July in. III
Wimpole street. She writes, too, on hef
card. When are you going to Italy?'
you. I suppose, being man, are olI-
ferent and perhaps you make people
afraid and keep them off. They do not
thrust their hands through the bars
where the lion is, as they do with me
giraffe Once 1 had this proposition,
IF we mayn't come in. will you staho
IN at the window that we may see!
Tn on editorial article the London
Times paws merited compliment 10
| fLuOS dIu hlpiiAo-
pride of Empire" it says, none better.
He has also preached dts obligations. he
has not hesitated to proclaim the rlgh.
of the capable to rule the weak. But
he has inculcated, in ways which men
of the world understand, duty, obedi-
ence. resignation and self-denial as II
they were the corner-stones of empire.
It is lust because he has dwelt on the
manly virtues of life that affecuon anu
tender solicitude for his recovery have
gone out to him."
|
Dumas the elder was not able to get
| out novels as fast as they were called
| for from his pen; so Paul Meurlce-
who is still living in Paris-used to
write some of them, after Dumas had
| sketched the plot and given few hints
| concerning it's treatment one or these
| Meurice- Dumas concoctions was Les
Deux DANES" and Dumas was discov-
| cred reading it. his face Wreathed in
smiles Of enjoyment. What are you
reading" asked some one, finding him
thus pleasantly engaged and wonder
| ing, probably, whose novels could please
SO great a master of fiction. Il am
reading a novel of my own which l did
not know" answered Dumas, "and it
pleases me vastly"
And now for the civilization of the
Soudan. A printing press is on the way
to that wilderness, in charge of Corpo-
raj Muggridge, who will be the pioneer
printer of that great region which
promises to become one Of the richest
in the world.