The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1908-02-13

insect dealers ply their vocation, and
in tiny cages these captives from the
woods and country lanes are sold, fire.
quently to the Woodworking Japanese
coolie. 1t is not on account of the hum
ming and buZZing of these tiny crea-
lures that the Japanese love to have
| them about, but because these little or
chestras carry with them the atmos-
phere of the country, and bring a sense
| of pure, sweet air, of the picturesque
waterfall springing from mountain SIDE
Of woods and hills. Firefies are caught,
Gagged and sold for the same reason.
The Marquise De Fontenoy tells us
that the young King of Spain, tho of
slender proportions, as his picture indi-
Gates has an enormous appetite, requir~
| ing eight or nine meals a day to satisfy
his craving for food. Most of these
repasts are what an American would
consider q good square meal" even
afternoon tea, generally of the lighteSt
character possible as far as food is con-
cerned, being made for him almost q
dinner, with hot meats, etc. This in
teresting writer calls attention to the
fact that other Bourbon rulers have also
been great eaters, Louis XVIII. of
France never retiring without a couple
of cold roast chickens and bottle of
fine old Burgundy being placed by his
bedside, the empty bottle and chicken
bones found in the morning attesting to
the midnight feast. He grew SO obese
and unwieldy that his physicians insist
ed upon his riding in a springless car
riage over the cobblestoneS of Paris
and Versailles, which was rather hard
ION those who accompanied him, espe-
cially the pages, who rode on the steps
and got the worst of the awful jolting,
and who We're naturally not at all in
1,,y L. t1,O Cnr1yi inn n
other Bourbon, Louis XVI, paid with
his life and that of his unfortunate
| Queen for his love of eating. 1t will be
remembered that when the King and
his family were escaping from France
in the famous carriage built for the
purpose, he insisted upon stopping at
an inn to feast upon roast turkey, of
which he had been thinking, and for
which he had made up his mouth, as
they say. Just as he was finishing his
meal his pursuers came upon him, and
| the royal party was compelled to return
to Paris, the King and Queen shortly
after going to the scaffold. 1t is ex-
tremely probable that if the King had
not yielded to his weakness for the
pleasures of the palate they would have
made a successful escape. There is not
much danger of King Alfonso becoming
slave to his stomach, as he is of too
active temperament, nor on this ac
count will he be likely to take on too
much flesh. He particularly needs to-
be well nourished, and it is better, per-
haps, that he should eat too much than
not enough.
Col. James R. Randall. author of
Maryland, My Maryland" which Oil
yer Wendell Holmes pronounced the
greatest war song of any Nation, died
| in Augusta, Ga, the other day, at the
age of 50. Col. Randall, tho native
OF Maryland, had been living for the
past 40 years in Augusta, engaged in
journalistic work, but it was the desire
of his life to return and spend his re-
manning days in the State where he
was born. This desire was about to be
realized at the time the grim destroyed
visited him. Col. Randall was poor
man all his life, his famous poem bring
| ing him plenty Of reputation, but no
money. It is said that even the original
500 which he received for it was de-
preciated Confederate money, which was
useless before he tried to spend 1t. AS
| is SO frequently the case in this world,
where things are only too apt to be "at
SKIES and at sevens" for many people,
with ill-fortune tagging persistently at
| their heels, death came to Col. Randall
| Just as success was about to follow a
movement to create an office for him
| WHICH WOulu nave cIldDleu " Spcuu
his last days in comfort in his beloved
State. In speaking of his poem, he al
ways said it wrote itself" Col. Randall
served in the Confederate army, and
was in New Orleans at the time the
war broke out. He read in the New
Orleans Delta the account of the at
tack made on Massachusetts, troops as
they passed thru Baltimore. That night
he could not sleep, his brain was on
fire. excited by the thought that the
horrors of war had really begun. The
words of the poem began dancing in his
brain, and, impelled by an almost SUI
pernatural power, he rose from his bed.
went to his desk, and almost instantly
the poem took definite shape. He al
ways felt as if he wrote the poem under
the power of inspiration, and not by an
effort of the intellect.
The funeral pageant of the murdered
King Carlos and the promising heir to
the throne of Portugal was gorgeous
and most impressive spectacle. All Lis
bon was upon it's streets The people
lpacked the pavements to the curbs, and
choked the side streets to such an ex-
tent that passage thru them was i'm
possible. The shops and cafes were
closed, and troops were everywhere, in
the parks and plazas along the route of
the funeral procession, as well as on the
principal thorOfareS. Inc street lamps.
lighted and vailed, produced a wierd
effect which heightened the almost the
atrical scene. Thru this immense con-
: course of people, who were perfectly
respectful, but showed no particular
feeling, the funeral cortege passed. First
came the cavalry, followed by the mu-
nicipal guards, and then after them
six grooms of the chamber in gorgeous
gala dress. Then came rich and gilded
, coaches of the 18th, 18th and 18th Gen.
r turtles, filled with Foreign Ministers and
r the highest dignitaries of Portugal. The
t crown, covered with black tulle, was
borne in a carriage by itself, and fol-
lowing this came the two golden char
r lots, one after the other, shrouded in
> black velvet, drawn by 10 and eight
; hooded horses, which contained all that
? was mortal of pleasure-loving King
p Carlos and the handsome young Crown
| Prince These horses were led by
grooms carrying flaming torches, flank
f ed by soldiers of the Royal Guard. Be-
{ hind them came the favorite horses Of
f the dead King and Prince, covered with
s black nantes. Royal bodyguard, mill
\ tary members of the dead monarch's
c household, mounted officers and trooJ
of cavalry brought up the rear of the
n procession When the cortege reached
the church the collins We're envelopet
in the National flag and placed on bier,
q in front of the church, around which