The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-01-18

New Hose.
 The Outlook club of the Grand Ave nue Baptist church at it's meeting last night took up a study of the poet Wordsworth, and the president of the club, Rev. Charles G. Smith, read an admirable paper. Mir. Smith was pas tor in England not far from Words worth's home, which he visited. MT. Smith said, in part:
 "Nor England did know till then
 What love bore to thee"
 This is my confession after five years residence beyond the sea, with many and unique opportunities for travel. It could not be otherwise in that country of inexhaustible charm, unless, indeed, a mans soul was dead within him like Peter Bells, of whom Wordsworth says in pitiful scorn: ''He travelled here, he travelled there; But not the value of hair
 Was heart or head the better.
 "Of all my experiences the most help ful and uplifting have been the visits made to the tombs and haunts of the sainted dead, who by pen or pulpit, or both, have wrought lasting good to mankind everywhere. Such visit was that to the little nook of mountain ground in Westmoreland county, by those sylvan lakes Grasmere and Ry- .dal, where England's chiefest post phil osopher lived, and murmered forth his immortal verses as they slowly rose from his heart. Lovely beyond descrip- tion is that fair stretch of water and woods, as beautiful as the garden of the Lord in untainted Eden. It would not be gracious to make tortuous com parisons between the glories of Devon- shire Derbyshire and the lake districts of the north. Each has something to say for itself; each has it's own distinc- tive features and pensive charm that appeal to a responsive soul and liberal- ly rewards your visit.
 Standing in the slumbering old town of Grasmere, you are conscious of a sweet calm that is gladdening and re- freshing and uplifting -strikingly so after the tiresome railway journey and the din and smoke of the great cities. We visited the old churchyard where, beneath the green turf and the gentle shade of the yews and sycamores, the poet sleeps in the lap of mother earth. After viewing the surrounding scenes we walked to Wordsworth's home at Rydal Mount, distance of three miles up on the hilly slopes, from which a fine view is obtained of the vale of Ro- thay and Lake Windermere. The house is sturdy, plain, two-story building, covered with ivy, Virginia creeper and climbing roses that laden the air with delicate perfume. Here the poet lived during forty years of his long life, and here he died.
 Born in TITO of refined percentage, he was ever dreamer seeking the circle of solitude with a yearning which re- fused to be quenched by four years residence at Cambridge, and sojourn in France on the eve of the reign of . L6TTOT. IlQllOIS 1llN d u hC OSIilllohS VI his work came late. At the age of six ty-nine Oxford honored him with the degree of D. c. L., and at seventy-tWo he received grant from the crown of 300 pounds year. At seventy-t three, on the death of Southey, he became poet laureate. In 1850 he passed in quiet trustfulness to his well-earned rest, in the eightieth year of his age. Tn imaginative power says Coleridge, he stands nearest of all modern writ CTS to Shakespeare and Milton, and yet i na mind perfectly unborrowed and all his own. To employ his own words, which are at once an instance and an illustration, he does, indeed, to all thoughts and all objects, add the gleam-
 "The light that never was on sea or
 land,
 The consecration and the poets
 dream"
 There were not many walking out yesterday just for the sake of exercise; there was enough in this line in snow shoveling. Those mild days which have made so much talk are evidently gone for the present, for the mercury regis tered below zero yesterday morning, and didn't get so very high above that mark all day. Some thermometers marked three and four below, although officially the mark was one below. Any way. whether it was one below or four below zero, with the wind sweeping down from the cold-storage territory at a little zephyr-like breeze of twenty miles an hour, it was plenty cold even for ice-nnalaing, and just few ears were nipped. Guess ice will make now and the dealers ought to harvest quite a crop.
 Even the plant of the National Wire corporation shut down. But it is but fair to say that the management ex- plains that it was not due to the cold wave. The weakening of big steam pipe, which had become dangerous to operate. necessitated repairs, which were in progress yesterday, and 1t was believed last night that the mill, which employs HOO men, will be in operation to-day. Five thousand tons of billets and 2,OOO tons of coal have just been received, and that ought to keep the plant going for few days, at least.
 There were ten tables at whist played at the east side engine house Wednes-