The Hawaiian gazette., 1906-05-22
LOSSES OF
THE RICH


California society as NED" Greenway,
Is guest at the Knutsford. Just In
from Seattle. whore he was when the
earthquake occurred. As he ntood at
the desk he looked the heartbroken
man he is. and In the telling of his
story. his utterance was frequently
punctuated with sobs. "Ned' Green
wgy WIS n Hall McAllister and
Ward McAllister rolled into one. with
out the weaknesses Of either and no
living man can tell of the higher So
cial life OF san Francisco as he does.
In a general way he said:
RETURNS WITH SAD HEART
II learned of the horror in Seattle.
and knew l could do no good. so at
tended to some important business, and
am now returning to the desolate city
with much the same feelings l imagine
one would have at the graves of his
parents.
NY mind. irresistibly pictures the
scenes of the past-even the recent
past-and l can not adjust my mental
processes to existing ruin. Think Of
the Flood mansion, where the wealthy
of the great city SO often met! The
art treasures are ashes. and can never
be replaced. Munkacsy's great mas
terpiece. costing $3.50, 600, and score
of paintings of great artists. all gone.
never to be replaced. Then there N.-s
the Huntington art gallery. We used
to have our Mardi Gras evening there.
All its beautiful treasures are wiped
out forever In VIII Crocker's home
near by was Millet's Man With the
Hoe and thousand costly and beau
tiful works OF art, willed to up by Eu-
ropeans. but all are gone. 1.-THE Man
With the Hoe" was not destroyed
Ed Advertiser.l
BOHEMIAN CLUB LOSS.
"But over and above all else was the
total destruction of the Bohemian club
on Suffer street. With that building
fell the genius and spirit Of the Cali
fornia of
The days of old, and the days of gold
And the days of 40
Il am just in receipt of n letter
from u lifelong friend, a member of
the club, in which he tells me they
believed the building safe, and so lost
everything 1t contained. They had not
time to run upstairs for halrbrush.
ART TREASURES LOST.
DIR. Ainsworth and Il. j. Barbour
lost all their art treasures and IL
braries and bric-abrac. Domenlchino's
great painting, Diana and Her
Nymphs,' was lost. 1t was replica
of the original in Rome, in the Borghesi
gallery. 1t was willed to me by my
grandfather, who obtained it on his
wedding trip, when the Pope had to
leave Rome during the Franco-Prus-
sian war. The celebrated canvas by
Harrison. The Fight Between the Bon
Homme Richard and Serapis.' or as 1t
was generally called the Paul Jones
picture. 1t has been engraved and
photographed all over the world. 1t
was loaned to the club by j. l.. Cole
man.
"rhen Tom HIS celebrated Sierra
Nevada Mountains worth $40, 600, and
all the High links pictures by artists
of the club. Then the pictures of the
president of the club, beginning with
genial Harry Edwards and running
through the list, most of the originals
of which are crossed over.
PRICELESS MANUSCRIPT.
"Then the priceless manuscript OF
Col. Richard Realfs last poem. writ
ten the night before he shot himself
in Oakland. 1t was priceless to u.s. and
now, like its author 1t is only mem
DRY. What a great soul was Realf!
But the shadow of conjugal bitterness
covered him, and drove him past the
man and the soldier to the weakness
of the suicide
ELECTRIFIED THE WORLD.
"These lines have electrified the
world, and I'll repeat them:
de mortuis nil nisi bonum" When
For me this end has come and / am
dead,
And the little. chattering, voluble days
of men
Peck at me curiously, let II then be
said
BY some one brave enough to tell the
truth:
Here lies a great soul killed by cruel
wrong.
Down all the balmy days OF his fresh
youth
To his bleak, desolate noon, with
sword and song
And speech that rushed up holly from
the heart,
He wrought for liberty, till his own
wound
Gle had been stabbed). concealed by
painful art
Through wasting years, mastered him
and he swooned
And Sunk there where you see him
lying now.
with the word Failure" written on
his brow.
But say that he succeeded II he missed
Worlds honors, and worlds plaudits,
and the wage
or the worlds deft lacqueys. still his
Fps were kissed
Daily by those high angels who
assuage
The twistings OF the poets-for he was
Born unto singing-and a burthen lay
Nightly on him, and he moaned be-
cause
He could not rightly utter In the day
What God had taught In the night.
Sometimes natholess,
Power fen upon him, and bright
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