New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-06-03

n-oot sbe drew courage for work winch
might possibly have meant d rope io'
her One day she had cipher nspatch
% send n General Grant-a report OF
the number and disposition OF the 'on
Tolerate forces In and about Richmohu'
She went forth, market basket III MANU.
70 seek a messenger:
man overlook her and wn'npigbtr' She
pa ssed: I'm going through .o, ,nnr -, onri-
p.1,a M start OF surprise, no iooh VI Sut
0sity: the man walked just aaet Como nj
followed Was the federal ast ha cnu1tIess
iast2"or was this another OF the cou'' ,',as
trans of the secret police? The man We
an utter stranger to her. BUT u,e teJe the
urgent. imperative-should sne and az
chance? She quickaenhe;n ,, "e again came the
whisper: I'm going through the ii, c,nber
night" In her hand she heia .n nch strip
dispatch torn into strips ana eah n COM
rolled into a tiny oall, 81 sno nne? In great
nerpIexity and fear she quickly sia,,iv
back for a look at his face. ana s,,nct said
some instinct. some woman ,'ranntine she
,nprilsiyely turned into side street ,,, an,
hurried home. Next day she sa" .l'a' Rouse
a Junior officer. marching past net Ell.
for the front with ms oon these did the
sword hang over her DAY aieer u"''
after day
Fame and Finance.
The johnson Society Of Lichfeld, the
town wherein the photographer was
horn. has lately been visiting his LONDON
haunta. One Of the group. we are toio'
was frankly communicative as TO the
commercial side or literary reverence.
what we are really here for, ne IS
quoted as saying. 'is to make peopio
talk about Lichf1eld. We want 10 turn
I,chfield into a pocket Stratford. Ihey
saw that Stratford makes t40ooV year
ont of Shakespeare. Well, why shouldn't
we make our little bit out OF Johnson!
He continued
There is really no reason WY Sy,,ari-
shouldn't manage to rope IN every ~ no
can who comes TO England. II you asn ia Ia
TJchfeld is a far finer type OF sleepy o ori
English cathedral town, with grass 49,
ing I'm the streets, and the wnoIe plane
hardly changed since the e1sa as well. and
Garrick would have been born there II oIliS
his mother had not gone to stay ioI ioht IN
at Hereford. Properly managed II ought -
be a little gold mine.
cromweIps Last Prayer.
From a MS. quoted in Notes and queries
"His highness prayer Thursday in we
afternoon being Sept. 1908. DYED ye
3rd. .,, y
"I am a poore foolishe fellowe
Lord and Thy people would fam nave
me live. And they think it best FOR tnem
7 should live. And they think II i've
It will rebound much TO Thy giorle. Ana
all the stir is about this. Ana SOME
them and pardon Thy foollshe people
and forgive their sim. And do not for-
sake them, but love them and bless
them and give them rest and bring them
to n consistency. And give me rest Tor
Jesus Christ his sake. To whom VIA
Thee and Thy Holy Spirit be glorJ and
praise for evermore. Amen.
"And now. Lord. forgive the sim OF
this little foolish prayer of mine.
81 am Conqueror, more then
Conaueror through Jesus Christ that
strengthens me-
And after these words he had but
little sense. but after some hours toss
ings. about 8 on fryday morning he lay
still and so continued till he expired at
in the afternoons.
Transcribed from an original paper
Of MAR Genl Butler, who is said 70 have
taken the words at We beds feet of Oliver
Cromwell j.
She Knew Sir Walter.
One Of the few persons who knew Sir
Walter Scott has just died, in her
rinety-second year. in her house, near
Abbotsford. This was Miss Jane Smith,
the daughter of the novelist, architect
and builder, John Smith. Sir Walter
often came to the architects house to
discuss alterations or additions at
Abbotsford, and was always kind to the
small Jane One who knew her In later
years says in The Scotsman:
She particularly remembered one frosty
morning lust before Sir Walter left for his
last Journey abroad. when. having allshted
from his carriage and seeing her at the
gate he said: i've come tae see your
father, Jane; but hows pulr lame auI9
man tae walk along they slippery stanes
unaided? Ye might haze putten some asheS
for him tae walk on and then perhaps
noticing her shyness and concern, with a
kindly smile he said, in that engaslngly
affectionate manner which epdeared him
10 all he met were il but for moment
Come. my child. let me lean upon Your
shoulder, and sac we Wilma need the auld
ashes" So. with one arm on his cane and
the other on the young girls shoulder, the
man passed in a. the DOOR of the house in
which Miss Smith died a few days ago.
He smiled TO her as he passed out, and she
did not see him again but we'll remem-
bered day when all ware IN black and
wisps OF Grape were tied on every cottage
door handle in Darnick, as the long pro-
cession Of mourners, extending for a dis
lance of two miles. passed SLOWLY through
the village in silence following 10 It's last
rest within the hallowed ground of the Alb
hey Church of Dryburgh the body of the