The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-01-25

had evidently collected together all of
these stories he could find.
The matter is probably closed now,
however.
The publication of Kipling's last
poem, 1.-The Rowers' has stirred up so
much comment in Germany, against
which country it was aimed, that a
prominent German critic has recently
declared that henceforth, the name of
Kipling shall not be known in the
Kaiser's domain. The circumstances
make one hard back again to Kipling's
illness in this country, for, at that
time, the German Emperor sent to the
distinguished author a long cablegram,
expressing his sympathy and the hope
that he might recover. TheH message
included the statement that England
and Germany could not spare Kipling.
Emperor Williams opinion on the re-
cent incident has not been recorded.
Rev. DIR. Theodore Cuyler, of this
city, has just published a very inter-
esting volume in "Recollections of a
Long Life" Among other things, he
relates his pursuit of literary lions
when he was young man visiting
England
"One of these" he writes, twas
Thomas Carlyle. sent him a note
telling him. of an enthusiastic admira-
ton which we college students had
for him and that 1 desired to call and
pay my respects. To my note he re-
piled promptly:
You will be welcome tomorrow at
3 O'Clock, the hour when I become ac-
cessible in my garnet here
l found his garnet to be a comfort
able room on the second floor of his
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with a huge German volume before
him. His greeting was very hearty,
but, with a look of comical surprise,
he said in very broad Scotch
You are vera young mon"
l told him of the pleasure we col
lege boys had in his works and he as
sured me at once that, while he had
met some of our eminent literary
men, he had never happened to meet a
college boy before
Your M. Longfellow," said he,
called to see me yesterday. He is
man skilled in the tongues Your
own name, 1 see, is Dootch. The word
Cuyler means deliver or one who digs
underground. You must be a Dutch
man"
l asked him why he did not visit
America and told him 1 had observed
his name registered at Ambleside ON
Lake Windemere.
Mae, nae" said he, ST never scrib-
BILE my name in public places.
1 explained that it was on the hotel
register that 1 had seen Thomas
Charlyle."
1T was not mine,''s. he replied. II
never travel only when / ride on a
horse in the teeth of the wind to get
out of this smoky London I would
like to see America. You may boast
about your democracy or any other
'cracy,' or any other kind of political
boring folks are so happy is that you
have a vast deal of land for very few
people"
In this racy, picturesque vein he ran
on for an hour in the most cordial
good humor. He was then in his
prime, hale, athletic with a remark
ably keen blue eye, a strong lower jaw
and stiff iron grey hair brushed I'D
over a capacious forehead, and he had
a look of "a sturdy country deacon
dressed up on a Sunday morning for
church.
Thirty years afterwards, in June, '72.
1 felt an irrepressible desire to see the
grand old man again and 1 accord
ingly addressed him a note requesting
the favor of few minutes interview.
His reply was perhaps the briefest let
ter ever written. 1t was simply.
"Three P. M. T. C."
A surprising bit of news comes from
England to the effect that Bret
Harte's personal estate is valued at
only $500. Mr.. Harte was not an ex-
travagant man and. while he did not
do great deal of writing during the
last ten years of his life, he was well
paid for what he did produce. Proba-
bly, the amount of his literary work
has been much overestimated.
Authors are, as a erule, poverty
stricken-the average income of those
who write for a living is frightfully
small, and yet there have been. and
are now more than ever authors who
have made themselves rich through
their writings. Dickens left $500 900
when he died, Trollope earned 100000
by his books. Tennyson, Cooper, and
Bulwer-Lytton made comfortable for
tunes. Sir Walter Scott died poor but
his books brought him in nearly a half
million of dollars. The present day and
age surpasses the past in the oppor-
tunities for authors. One hundred thou
sand dollars from one book is not UNI
usual. Winston Churchill received con-
af Il HI -. b.