The Irish standard., 1910-10-22

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cially if you have ever suffered from
insomnia, what a terrible drawback
this has been to a man engaged in
active political warfare.
To begin the day when you have
gone through despair in the long
watches of the night with broken
nerves and a shattered frame is more
than any one short of phenomenon
can do. This is probably one of the
reasons why Lord Rosebery is said
to have shrunk from taking the
premiership again, and why also he is
less concerned with the tragedy of
his failure than are some of his ad-
mirers. H.
Besides Lord Rosebery has some
compensations.
He married a daughter of one of the
wealthiest Rothschilds and he has a
princely income. He keeps at least
four houses, and one of these is close
to Edinburgh, in Dalmeny. This is
the ancestral home; it's grounds run
down to the Forth, where stands one
of the most vast and impressive
bridges in the world.
Beauty in Speech.
One of the finest passages in his
speeches is one in which he described
the moonlight on the waters of this
stream and of the lofty bridge and
beautiful grounds of Dalmeny.
At Dalmeny Rosebery is among the
own people. AS most people are aware
in America, there are perhaps no
people in the world who have great
er respect for ancient lineage than
the Scotch. Rosebery's lineage is
so ancient that you hnd it figuring in
a novel by Sir Walter Scott the
scenes of which are laid in the period
of James I.
There is therefore no city in which
Lord Rosebery feels more at home
than the capital of his own country.
When he is tired of Dalmeny he
goes down to Mentmore Mentmore
is in a county as typically English as
the country round Dalmeny, is close
to London in some parts, almost close
enough to be suburb. It is a beau
tiful county in that it is of the soft
English style, with great and inn
memorial trees, with beautiful mea-
dows, with all the other characteris-
tics that make up the beauty Of Eng
lish landscape.
Nearly every inch of it is hallowed
ground. Some of the greatest figures
of England were born within it's bor-
ders or sought their homes there. 1t
was the home of Hampden. Edmund
Burke went there to end his days, and
the home of William Howe, in which
Milton took refuge from the plague
in London. Benjamin Disraeli in our
own day lived there at Hughenden in
the house that was given to him by
his wife.
spIendor in His Home.
Mentmore has become in recent
times, the favorite home of num-
ber of wealthy Jews, and especially
of the Rothschilds.
Mentmore was built by the Roth
schilds, whose daughter Lord Rose
berry married. It is a custom house,
for while outside it looks more or
less like an ordinary country resi-
dence, it is inside distinctly oriental;
you might take it to be one of the
minor chapels in the Temple of Solo.
mon.
Great chandeliers suspend from the
ceiling; there are the heads of black
rams hanging here and there. You
almost feel as if you were inside of
some dazzling synagogue, erected by
pious and wealthy Jew in memory
of loved one.
You pass outside from this oriental
interor, reminding you of olives and
cedars and the dark eyes and long
nose of the Jewish race and you find
yourself face to face with these in
tensely English scenes of regular
trees and cleaning green meadows.
Spends Sunday in City.
In London Lord Rosebery has a
stately home in Berkeley Square. 1t
is little like the brown stone man.
sions that once formed so prominent
feature along Fifth avenue in New
York. It is spacious and dignfied,
but it looks lonely, partly because the
man inside of it is so lonely spirit.
He sometimes comes up to London on
a Sunday and spends his whole day
in his library, alone. The unwonted
silence of London seems to soothe
and comfort his nerves.
Indeed, in all his habits, there is
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