The daily morning journal and courier., 1900-11-10
LORD BUTTE AND LoTHAIRE.
The Peer Not Beaconsfeld's Hero-Hls
 Great Wealth and Eccentricity'

Great Wealth and Eccentricity.
 rather common misapprehension
 about Lord Butte and "Lothair" IS
 crystallized in not in the "Pall Mall Gazette" of last evening. "It was from | his conversation to Roman Catholicism
 that MT Disraeli undoubtedly took the
 central incident of one of his most brilliantly unreal novels" No, there is { II such central incident as the hero conversion in "Lothair." On the con- trary, Lord Beaconsteld's hero takes refuge from theological discussions, not in the bosom of the Church of Rome, but in the bosom of Lady Corisande. l have been in Corisande's garden, and
 she has given me a rose" Lord Bea- consfeld was always believer in mat rmny,
 To what extent, then, was Lord Bute really the prototype of Lothair? That Lord Beaconsfield while writing the
 novel bore him in mind, to an uncertain extent. is all that is certain. He was caught by the figure of rich young
 noble absorbed from his college days in the responsibilities of religious be- lief, and of all his characters he said that they were not photographs, but idealized portraits. As a matter or fact, Lord Butte never sat to him; for the young man and the old had met only once when the book was pub lished, and that was not at a moment of self betrayal; for it was on the plat n the privacy of his own sanctum Lord Butte was the shyest and most reserved of men.
 Tt will help to pay for the war;" was the comment of man in the street yesterday on hearing of the death of Lord Butte, and estimating the amount of his death duties. No doubt it will, and it will all be wanted. At a rough reckoning, Lord Bute's possessions may be set down at five millions ster- ling, the larger portion of which con sists of money drawn out of or still in vested in the Butte docks. When, thirteen years ago, the docks ceased to be his private property, he left about e200O,0 900 in the company, and took abut e1, 800 900 out Whoever the chan cellor of the eXchequer may be in the new administration, handsome wind fall awaits him-a far larger one than that which, more than half century ago, made Sir Robert Peel blush.
 The Marquis of Butte, at the time of his death was engaged in very extens- i've renovation at his castle in Cardiff During the work of extending the west wall. which has been going on during the present summer. the workmen came across a Roman arch in a fine state of preservation. As at Warwick, the castle grounds contained many pea fowls.
 When a young man the marquis, while strolling through a wood in the of Rothesay, was accost- ed by little Cockney tourist, who told him he was glad to see a civilized hu- man being at last. All the natives he had met were, he remarked, like pack of wild beasts, but, maybe, cocka- lorum," continued the tourist, deceived by the patrician youths accent, your an Enslishman, like me?" No, I'm Butte man." replied the marquis. Then where on earth were you tamed?" in- 1uired the Cockney, in astonishment. The juvenile head of the house of Butte put on very fierce expression and raising menaclngly a cudgel he was roared, Who said I was .amed?" The alarmed Londoner ut cred not another word but turned and an off in dear life in the direction of othesay.-London Chronicle