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ALWAYS Willi Jounialista, Ee viewers, and Art ists oa. a Jaunt to toa Catskills. Tanderbilt and His Rlyals The Jew TTest Snore and Buffalo i Head. JSLuij Tean and tlia Other Men "Who Hake Pictures at Home. AXWATS EVEXIwIUbB.

8pdl CorraiipondeBC. at The IaUr Ocaaa. ThxCatsxixxs Hotel, Kaatzbsxili July 12. The Indifference of Mr. Tanderbilt to the progress of the West Shore and Buffalo Railroad, which parallels his ijrtem to the lakes, may be significantly translated In the light of hi resignation of the Preaidency and the ubeequent decline In New York Central (took.

Hia whimsical characterization of the new road a a line of "quicksand and washouts" is A TUPTAXT YAJCDEBBH.TISM worthy the humor of a monarch retired from business. Sew York Central stock is quoted at 117. I will venture the prediction that within ninety days It will be marked to par In the midst of as lively a war of rates between It and It new competitor aa the street has seen since 188a I saw Mr. Tanderbilt In hla depot just previous to his summer flitting; which, by the way, is not in the direction of Saratoga this year. He had driven down from his house to put some members of his family aboard of the westward bound train.

He was fashionably dressed in a light suit of tweed, matched by a Derby hat of the same hue, and low gaiter shoes. I never saw him looking better. He beamed expansively upon the bystanders and the rays of the big lamp over the Tanderbilt entrance of the depot failed to reveal a wrinkle In his face beyond those made by the wreathed smile with which he bowed his company into the Wagner car. "L'homme qui gagne 'est l'homme qui rit" He never bought New York Central at 155, and the funeral started from another house than the one on the corner of Fifth avenue and Fiftieth street. The personnel of the West Shore and Buffalo, the formidable forty million dollar rival of the dropsical octopus on the hither side of the Hudson, is not uninteresting.

General Edward F. Winslow, the President, has a long head, slightly 'bald. He wears a mustache, and an Indulgent, almost benignant, smile, which consoles even those whom it sends empty away. His shoulders are bowed, and he has the air of an overworked parson of a country church. He lunches every day at noon in the ninth story of the Mills Building, New York, with General Horace Porter.whose military manners and severe demeanor are in strong contrast to the subdued benevolence of his associate.

General Porter is a raconteur as well as a railroad man, and in that capacity is likely to prove the Depew of the West Shore system. wrwstow awd pobteb are both prominent in other railroad enterprises. Tne former is President of the St Louis and San Francisco Bail road, and the latter is at the head of the Pullman Car Companv. Thev have knit with them such capitalist as Winslow, Lanier A Co. Henry "Villard.

A. Victor Newcomb, F. Woeriflhof er. and ex Mayor Grace. The executive force is officered by Mr.

Childs, the Superintendent, who has the grace and dash of youth, and whose engineering skill has saved the company in many dilemmas, where nature and the contractors have conspired to delay the completion of the road. He promises that the whole line will be In running order to Buffalo in September. Mr. Henry Monett. the General Passenger Agent, is a man whose sign manual appears on most of the papers sent out by the road.

He is about 35, and when he is in (rood humor, which is always during business hours, he radiates cheerfulness and passes with discriminating generosltv. He does not look like a man who would sell tickets at cut throat rates, but 1 am afraid appearances are deceptive. Mr. Monett Inspired the press excursion which brought over a hundred editors and Journalist last Saturday to the TCP TOP OF THE CATSKIIX8, dined and wined, and then returned them to their respective thrones, thence to Bpread the name and fame of the new road at a very considerable reduction upon advertising rates. It was a good plan, and worked to a charm.

It was not difficult to admire the easy grades, light, curves, and fine equipment of the road as we sped over it at the rate of a mile a minute. It rejoiced the journalistic heart to recline upon the stuffed velvet of the buffet car and take champagne and pickled oysters from the hands of obse neons waiters. It refreshed tired eyes to feast them upon a fleeing panorama of river and shore and sky, and anally to close them among the cloud untroubled by the child's cry In the night of "More copy, please." Having thus admired and been refreshed in mind and body it became a pleasant privilege to chronicle the same In phrases well rounded and enthusiastic. And the journalists did so, with their enchantments, and every brrakfast table the next morning knew what had been done unto them. I noticed that the Southern journalists outnumbered those of New York and Brooklyn in the proportion of three to one.

The new line to the Cats kills Vid Saratoga makes a strong bid for the Southern business by running trains in connection with the Pennsylvania Road from Washington and Baltimore. The consciousness of their superiority for advertising purposes perhaps heightened the hauteur which ia thought to characterize THE EPXTOn rtOk "HXIOW THE IDfl." The New York representative was visibly cowed by this or some other reason. He ate his salad in a smoking car. and sulked through the finest scenery, nursing his ill humor until he had enough to wire to the paper the next morning. That accounts for the disparaging messages which two of tho New York daTies received for their Sunday edition, in which covert sneers at the easy vinous demoralization of the Southern contingent were neatly mingled with flings at the readiness with which "when in a state of exhilaration they appropriated the best of everything.

Besides the journalistic," the purely literary and artistic element was well represented In the excursion. A trio of editors Mr. Johnson, of the Century; Mr. Balch, of the International Brvie, ana Mr. Form an, of the Manhattan hob nobbed amicably in front ot the Franklin stove, where a fire is lit every morning.

Warmed in the same cheerful blaze I also observed Mr Charles Parsons, the Indispensable roan to the art department of Harper Brothers. The latter is undoubtedly the best informed man on the subject of book and magazine Illustration there is In the country. He has been seventeen years In his present position, la paid i 8.000 a year, and has a percentage In the profits of the periodicals of which be lias charge. He began with Frank Leslie, whom he mortally offended when he resisted his offer of a large increase of salary and entered the EMPLOY OF A Wilt, HOUSE. Leslie himself knew nothing of art, and Its standard was always mediocre to his publications.

Lately, however, under the management of his widow and Nugent Bob lnson, an Englishman. Mr. Parsons tells me, arrest Improvement has been made. Mr. Parsons is a N.

but he has not sent a picture to the Exhibition for fifteen years. 1 t'nder a new rule be must submit a picture this year or forfeit his title. He ia one of those men who will be always young. He is affluent to speech and redundant In gesture," and never misses a trick of nature, from the markings on a butter 1 fly's wings to a peal of thunder. Charles Grahame, Harry Fenn, and Walton Van Loan came vp the mountain on the same train.

Fenn knows the CatskUl by heart, and Tan Loan knows it by head. The former tnakes pictures and the latter maps of the bill country, Fenn, who is a thorough artist. Inveighs the hotel as "a white horror." He inows the 1 edges where tne first sun falls to the morning, and the peak where it lingers longest in its setting, and If there la an eyrie hereabouts roofed by clouds and carpeted with pine needles and moss, from which the finest view is obtained at the most pains you may be sure he can show you the shortest way to it. Tan Loan has platted this region like a surveyor. He has learned the age, the treail and the height of every mountain to the range, and, I believe, recounts every one of tbti sixtt seveit tkaxs as a Mussulman his beads before be sleeps.

From him I learned some very valuable facts concerning the history and geology of this region: and know they are valuable because I have had so much trouble in retailing them in my memory. I find on Recurring to them that my memory retains' them so effectually that they cannot be produced at will, so I prefer the curious to Mr. Tan Loan's excellent Guide to the Catskills, a monument of elaborate erudition. But for real self denying, unfaltering love of the Catskills commend me to Mr. A illiam Harding', author and finisher of this hotel.

for your Adirondack, with their savage wilderness, the haunt ot wild beasts, and still wilder men 'ditto' for the Green Mountains, remote, unbroken, a line of forts, a barricade between two States; the White Mountains, want none of them, with their alternations of frost and heat, their stony and inhuman desolation. Give me a hill near heaven, well rooted in earth, at whose base the farmer can cultivate a rich and fertile soil; a region abounding in fruit and vo (rotables, and not too remote from the refinements that exalt and embellish civilized life. Such was his apostrophe to the genius of the place where he has pitched a summer tent. And certainlv he has displayed the courage of his convictions. Here is a million dollar hostelry to the clouds, having its origin to a chicken hone Ita end who shall say until the present rider has dismounted from his bobby.

Its history is worth relating. Blank, of the Overlook House, entertained Mr. Harding and hia family for many summers. but to ISal be hardened his heart arainst his wealthy boarder, and would not let the children of Mr. Harding be fed nnnn an extra chicken which the father had ordered and had sent up from New York, To all nrotoata and reiterations of them Mr.

Blank was deaf and to an unlucky moment he asserted sarcastically that Mr. narcung would have to build a hotel himself if he wivrrn THAT CBICJlEX COOKED. "A fnod idea." said the irate father, and forthwith went to work. He bought land the next dav. betran to level hills and fill up valleys, and like an exhalation the hotel root in the midt of a marr.incent park overlook lnir the vallev of the Hudson and eclipsing to the verge o'f bankruptcy hia less opulent neighbor.

This summer we are brought Dy a narrow gauge railroad to within a mile of the hotel: the park is lighted with electricity, and Mr. Harding can be served with that chicken in ten languages and at any hour of the day or night. Mr. Harding accumulated hia freak money as a lawyer in patent cases. I am told that he has received in several important suits fees nmriniifrnmtioouu to S50.000.

He re sembles an English squire, and pervades the hntl like an atmosnhere. The lessor, Mr. Edward l.illett has his hands full in the heicrht of the season with providing for the mmfnrt nf flilOiraents: but the table and urvi ia all that can be desired, and as for the seventy waiters who are marshaled every dav in a dining room feet Ion, they might every one be graduates of Harvard Amnnir the irnesta registered here is Mr. 8. T.

White, the millionaire astronomer and stock broker or Brooklyn, witn nis son rxiwaxu. The latter is an only child and receives much attention from the young ladies. I found him srrrrxo on the lap of one of the prettiest the other evening and I him reneatedlv kissed by others. He weara a bored look through it all, aa if life was too short to waste it on terrestrial affections or object I expect that, young as be ia, he ia already infatuated witn nis tamer i wl 1 1 1m Jt vAava aM nn bin nTt birthday. Mr.

Frank Thurber is also here and his fmn it) marked face and flirure show him to be a man of no common moid. He till diaconrses on anti monopoly but languidly and with abated interest. bv the New York paiers. which reaches us at 1 1 o'clock every mdrnlng, that the sneed of Mr. Goulds new yacut, tne AtjtlnntA has been compared to that of Mr.

Jaffrav'a. the Stranger, which was built to ha aame varda aud is only a trill smaller. Cantain told me last week that th nnlv time he had fallen in with the Ata lanta he bad passed her on the way up from KnnHv Hnnk ta the Batterv with the greatest ease, the Atalanta's screw only making 1O0 revolutions a minute. As 1 have seen the sarew make revolutions a minute, and the vacht cover seventeen and one half mi 1m an hour for a long distance. I think that there ia no doubt but that Mr.

Gould has rrnt. the fastest steam vacht afloat. In the riM between the two yachts, it should be stated that the Stranger was disabled. nH.njiiiH that Mr iuld contemnlatcs sending the Atalanta over to England for hia on George this summer. uimwalu Tor Th Banday Inter Ocean.

PARTINGS. BT LUTHER O. XIOOS. Sad is the parting of the ftboatly ships fhnM throw rsMrrther on tha ocean wide: Bweet were the words then tossed from lips to Up. Save farewell greetings that e'er such betid.

Of tmKt, whoee faith with dim day dawn be gnn, Bnt "neath the noonday's rays, pales, droops, and uies. Or o'er the venlntr star ita course hath run. Unt aajMr nArtfna vt nn mortal liath. Than they whoa hearts by pension fleree are torn Who mnat not tread the eelf iame sheltered path Who live to love who love, alas, to mourn I OLD TAVERN ECHOES. To the Editor of The Inter Ocean.

Ocoxis Falls, Wia. July 0. Beading to The SmroAT Ihteb Ocbah of July 1 the different recollections of Green Tree Tavern, of Chicago, If your patience is not exhausted I will give you my recollections of what I saw on my ar rival to Chicago to Uvw. xne ureen aree Tavern was built by James Kinxie, as I was then Informed, and rented to Mr. Clock, from Ohio not Cox, as some of your Informant give it The cut you give has the door to the west end.

It was not there when I boarded there to 1833. John Gray is correct as to the door. etc. being on Lake street The boarders I found there to 1833 were A. Lloyd, the builder; Daniel Elston and family, Joseph Hanson, and the young man Whitehead, aft erward a Methodist preacher.

If I am not mistaken, none ot the names you give to the article were there in 1833. except Mark Beaubien. who kept the Baugaaash, Elijah Wentworth Geese," as ailed by some), lived on the river, three or four miles above Clvbonrn'a The cut of the old log tavern you give, kept at that time by at xngersou. looks as is uiu kuwi, poplar trees. I do not remember them.

Asahel Pierce. If I am not mistaken, came to 1834. Also Mr. Cobb, who built the first harness shop on the West Side. As we cross the river to the east, on Market street, was the Sauganash.

Further on on Lake street was the Mansion House. On Water street we find J. B.C. Horan, Post Tvnhlinhed bv John Calhoun. I do not write this to criticise the recollections of others for I know time will blunt our memories of the long ago.

The old settlers of that time have nearly all passed away. Johh Yolk. To Edi tor of Tbslator Ocean. East GaAirrrE Falls, July 7. Mr.

J. Bnssell, of this place, says he boarded with IngersoU to the Green Tree Inn to 1835, during the land sale, two weeks, and he agrees almost with Mr. Gross' statement. He says the door was to the center of the building, to the side, and the bar room was to the east end. He weU remembers those old set tiers there thenthough hie memory may be at fault some.

He says the Green Tree was not built until the summer or fall of 1834. as it was not really finished when he was there. He remembers the other hotels spoken of to your article in the paper, and it seemed to refresh him a good deal to hear it read (he is blind.) He is 77 years of age. Mat La tah, author of "Flitters, Tatters and the Counselor." and other well known sketches, has maxried a Scotch nrofMsor naraea stcaani A WOMAN'S ANSWtn. YTnat Anale Lealse Cary Eaytnond Said When Asked Stoff In BroaaJjn.

LoTe, Friendaliip, Marriage, and the Su preme Ainu and Achievements oi Life. The Temperamental Endowment that Kate Cer Win. American Women Great la Influence. naial cVupraanondenes of The Inter Ocean, Rnnn July 1L It Is echoed through the newspapers that Mme. Cary Baymond has declined to assist at the Brooklyn Musio Festival 'because she loves her husband more than she does her art' To the average and un prima donna ed mind thai relation ia slightly obscure.

On the surface, the observation baa a pleasant and domestic and antl footlight ring, but where the woman and the artist were so one, aa is our favorite Annie Louise, it might occur that Mr. Raymond married the artist as well as the woman, and that her art lile was a part of her individuality. Reversing this very domestic decision to a man rather than a woman, there would be an absurdity to a mat actor, singer, or painter declaring he would Impersonate character, sing. paint pictures because be loved his wife more than his art It would be, perhaps, renuer lng the beat part of his individuality. One might naturally fancy rve nmnrRT KMiSD.

whether of love or friendship, would be that which was, to its nature, inclusive rather than exclusive; that one might even oustxuM a sentiment that tended to narrowing rather tv.n. lifcL Adelaide Proctor, who is very delicately true aa a poet of the heart, says lu ner "woman Answer "I will not let you say a woman's Mut be to give exclusive love alone. Dearest, although 1 lore you so, my heart Answers a thousand claims beside your own, To make a regard worthy of the highest acceptance it must be so comprehensive as to Include intellectual origin, social lnsiguvv stiiritual grace and loveliness, and is not promoted bv limiting its horixon to the being who is its object Th. three biovranhies of George Eliot. Kxiiiv Bronte, and George Sand that nil itnatnn has been reading are.

taken a whnle a curiously sug nvntin commentary on the lives of gifted women, und reading them I recur again to Mme. Cary Bavmoud's fidelity to her new domestic hearth, and wonder if art life, the life of genius, is in soma way lncompauuio with a ft nn 1 aheltered household happl tt urnnlil aeem that so tragedy could equal that of a life that, having missed, had there oy reunquisnea ii iujpiwuo fallen back on common places. No triumph Id nwd that of the life that has kept steadfastly true to its aim, eveu while missing its realization. Perbaps never wm this truth brought home to us more lorciDiy iuau in the story of EmilT Bronte's Hie as told by Miss Bo bin son. HO SOtTL'S TUtOEDT.

a nlotiirvkri llV t.KA rirUIlltle MD Of BrOWnlng. ever exceeded that lived in the obscure and lonely parsonage at Haworth. What more touching record of a gifted woman's life could there be than that indicated in thece words: 'She died before a aingle word of worthy nnl had reached her. She died with her nrlr tnimndrniirad and neglected. IVirhnut.

una iniywa In all her life, with her school never kept, her verses never read, her i m. in t. i Tl novel never praieu. wuiuci All her ambitions had flagged and died of the blight But she was still young, reauy to uve, aarror tv trw Si Oral Yet in this fate Miss Robinson sees, with that fine spiritual intuition which characterizes her. the compensation that existed in the very failure oi acnievemen.

"Better far for Emily Bronte, that loving, faithful Knirit tn die while still her life was whiie still there was hope in the world. than to linger on a few years longer in lame ness and mlfcerv, to unit iu fame and miaery a disillusioned life," writes Mine Robinson. It la in aomethinr the same line of sent! ment that Margaret Fuller uttered her warning: "Beware of the mediocrity that threatens middle ape;" and in Mr. Mallock "New Republic'' he touches a similar note in say ing of his hero that he was one of whom, uj tn th turn of Lit) hia friends prophesie gTeat achievements; from 30 to 33 thaw aairi ho tnnrht do BOinethlUB if he would, and after that age he was referred to as the man who might have made supreme achievements to life Again, Schiller well well says: "Keep true to the dreams of thy youth and through the entire scale of poetry or philosophy runs this note. There a nertain sucvestiyenesa in this recurrence and concurrence of sentiment that leaves its impress.

To have missed a aiTti atx or Lin: in hm lnat the vision that onoe shone fair; to have dropped the clew that would have guided ita holder through the labyrinth; the tfvinacuonsness of this would be, indeed, a soul's tragedy deeper than painter or poet ever pictured. It is a question of metaphysics to what extent the spiritual potentialities enter into the quality of daily life. There is deeper than the merely rpeculative interest in the instances we see daily of men and women who. from exceptional irifts and brill lancy in youth, have relapsed into apparent mediocrity in later life. One questions whether all this fire and force lies latent, and Is ready still to kindle at a touch? Is it alt there, ready to respond to the magician's wand? Or has the fire burned itself out, leavinc only the dead embers and ashes la 4 not also a nest ion whether one who has held a supreme aim can miss it to reality? Does not ita force enter into and pervade life in other ways In the general refinement and exaltation of character, the largeness of comprehension, the clearness of insight, the power of disciplined faculties? It is, too, a matter somewhat beyond human Judgment as to whether an individual has or has not missed his supreme aim! How can we measure, with the tape line of mortal Judgment, the infinite forms under which THE SOTBElf may appear? Our truest life may be the life we do not live, according to outward observation.

It may be the life whose inflorescence is known only to another and a hig her state! of existence. We should not lose sight of the eternal truth that character ia higher than achievement; that to be noble is greater than to act nobly, and that what the world may call commonplaces may hold the deepest significance of existence. Anosmoutons, however, there is a deep speculative interest for one curious to read physiological destiny to these books that form the first three volumes of Messrs. Roberts Brothers' series of "Famous Women." Of these the second volume, the "Emily Bronte," by Miss Robinson, of London, is one of the most vivid interpretations of a life that was ever penned. Miss Blind, who writes the "George Eliot," and Miss Bertha Thomas, who is the author of the "George Band," content themselves with the more or less satisfactory resume of outward events; but ot the HLDDElf rFBXWOS OF CHABACTEB, the wonderful life of genius, they have not the faintest perception.

Conversely, Miss Robinson to her "Emily Bronte" brings to bear the poet's insight and prismatic vision, and the t'g interest, the glow of life and color and the reproduction of the entire atmosphere ot that lonely gray parsonage at Haworth Is given with graphic power. The next volume of these is be, I KveMrs. Julia Ward Howrt "Manraret Fuller." It is awaited with an interest that is here, even more personal than literary. Mrs. Howe is herself a woman whose message to the world, if she has one, as I believe she has, can only be apprehended by temperamental endowment.

That la, it is not so much an affair of education, reading, or culture, to understand Mrs. Howe, as it is an affair of intuition. At tnned bv nature to a similar key of life, and one enjoys, understands, and receives Mrs. Howe. Lacking this, all the scholarly cultivation the world can offer will not afford the cluw.

It is not, I think, that Mrs. Howe is to be regarded as altogether roperuwiw many other American women. She is not one of the three or four of the original and ele mental intellectual powers. Margaret Fuller mater, not onlv in I iorhjtoal eaiiowmeat, Jt)u cwfculT 8I3TAY MOUSING JuIjT '15, lsaa aiAx 7 to nd that ail hM how the I wa, w. wimktv, I n.a 1M a.

sweater work, auss rneips is more deeply in earnest Miss Kate rleia fully her equal iu scholarly accomplishments. superior ontcuiu auucutou, even more iortunke uu wiuo ot literary irienasaipa. anaa. warim Spencer is more logical Baying this it can still be said that with a single exception which exception is, in my conviction. Miss Field Mrs.

Howe stanos jugner oj virtue oa her PECUTJAB 8PIBTTUAL KKDOWXEMT. Bitting before her as she lectures you feel she is reaching, spiritually, into the unseen. By virtue of some invisible power she attracts. apprehends, seizes trutn. nne nniiu up von.

There It is. nermenuuubuiuua wuw .1.1 4 i.W Ilium audience is lomeuuun u. uu toed countenance Bhe should Joyfully says Ah. here it ia i ao not quive anuw wan iv la I do not know bow I came Dy it, out 11 you can use it take IU I have found it It is yours if you can recognize it Kow let tne inoiTiumu wu wvo life to a mathematical problem ask Mra Howe what she means by such and such a statement, and she cannot tell you. 8he cannot relate in prose the meaning of her melody.

She naa reached up into the unknown and the spiritual and brought down truth for you. Can you avail younteif ot it or not? If you can it is, as I first said, simply the apprehension of temperament. AB we gain in experience does it not become more and more of a conviction in life that all knowledge rests, at last, on the power of intuition? Especially, is not this true in regard to an acquaintance with people? With one you have grown up together from childhood. You have shared your studies, plays, had the same friends, the same opportunitiea Yet a few years later no stransrer can so utterly misapprehend yon as the person who "alwaya has known you." the MnrsD or later life you meet and know fragmentarily only, yet Insight and intuitive comprehension supply the clew, and practically you always have known him A touch, a tone, a preference for a poem, a picture, a half uttered sentence, a flitting'expression of conntennnce and he has given you the key which unlocks for your vision only the secret and aacred chapter of his life. You may pursue your diverging wavs, but thouph the idealized world of impression there has entered into your imagination and your consciousness a presence whose Influence ia potent in your life.

These responses of one nature to another are undoubtedly the result of relative temperaments, and are as purely intuitional as if they were already among the recognitions of spiritual life. The uncertainties of this transitional existence were forcibly impressed upon the fomna Knhtonian last Saturday. For a week th heat had been intense, and on that day it had culminated to a degree that one was nuiitnwiikoll into tho bins Atlantic by way of relief. The town in general made an hr, for the seaside hotels. The boats for Kantasket River.

Hull, Nahant, etc, were mnvHoil to suffocation. So was every out r.ir.tr train. Will vou fro down with as to Hotel Pemberton?" said Madame, mv neighbor over the way, who with her husland was Jut prep.inng or fliifht was intennely warm; but I looked about at my space ana my wmaows, and the general conveniences for existence in a citv house, with its houshold jrods all about, "and said no. That evening came our "cold wave," and one akened at night to make a FRANTIC SEARCH FOB BLANKETS. or in default of them, to resurect a fur cloak from his camphor and cedar wood.

Sunday mnminir we had a little tire In the furnace and opened our rcgiM ors and were delight fully comfortable, when our hair frozen friends returned from tho beach where thev hnH a choice, the urevious warm eveninjr. of Bittintron a crowded piazza, or stifling in a room with one window on the land side of the house. Cnder those circumstances sea life ceases to be picturesque. On Monday laat want with a friend to that lovely place. the Clifton House i.

Beach Bluff, and we sat on tho piazza overlooking the sea in the evening. wrapped in the shawls some lady iruests were so kind as tr. 11 minnlemen tiD2 our own warm vrana Th clerk asserted that he had but his overcoat every nieht for a week, and he was in favor of having a bonfire to temper the chill air. Once well wrapped, bowever, the night was lovely, as we watched The stam come forth to listen To the mufic of the sea. and caught the lfyhta of Nahant below and Marblehend a lit wav above us on the coast, and recalled the poet Longfellow's "FIRE AND DRITTWOOU." written at Marblehead.

in which ho says: 'ot far away we Raw tho port. The strane, old faliioned silent town; The lijrht houe. the dismantled fort. The woodsn house, quaint and brown, We spoke of manv a vanished scene. Of what we once bad thought and said.

And all that fills the hearts of friends When first they feel with secret pain. Their Uvea thenceforth have separate ends. And never can be one again. Lilian WHmxo. JOHB GREENLEAF WHITTIEK.

Tbe life and Works of the QuakeT Poet. John Oreenleaf TVhlttier was born at Haverhill, "Mast, to 180S. He is a dseoend ant of a family belonging to tho Society ot Friends, with which Mr "Whittier ia also connected, and from which fact he has gained the name of the "Quaker Poet" His earlier years were spent on his father farm, and in the occupation of a shoemaker. A strong desire for learning led him to the local academy for a two, years' course of study, and in 1829 he went to Boston and became the editor ot the American Mannfettturrr, a protective tariff publication. In 1830 he edited the Kew England Jteview, at Hartford, from which place his firs literary efforts were sent out In 1835 and 183d be represented his native town in the Massachusetts Legislature, and was one of the Secretaries of the American Anti slavery Society, and during the same years was editor of the Pennsylvania freeman, in Philadelphia In 1840 be removed to Amesbury, and employed a portion of his time as corresponding editor of the A'ational Era, an anti slavery paper, published at Washington.

D. a From that time nntil now his life has been devoted to literature and philanthropy. 1 Hia first venture, in a literary way, was fubliahed to the Kewburyport 're 1T, in 826. He is a prolific writer, and his prose has been widely circulated. Ho is a thoroughly American poet, selecting the home subjects, which find a welcome to every heart, and portraying with graphic word pictures the bright side of human life.

There is never an exceptionable line to hittier's poems. They may lack the perfection of idea and expression which characterise the shorter lyrics of Longfellow; they may lack the humor ot Holmes, and the polish of Tennyson, yet they have a quaint simplicity, which gives him an Individuality entirely his own. The general impression of Whittier is one of simplicity and quiet quaintnesa, yet, at times, be bursts forth with a fire and energy which seem to spring from the intermingling ot hia very life blood, the out pouring of his soul, to his ardor and enthusiam. Whittier may not be ranked by critics among the great poets of the worldbut it is for but few to hold the love and tender re Bard which he holds from the neoDla of his I KKr" hUjolr. I.

I to do nov uw ouoi orw wiio ins auti enl front of The Inclining Yean of a Lightning Cal culator ana a rnenomenai Aritkmetician. Dry Goods Merchant Flgurtos; a Freaks af the Dry Goods The Eoign of Velvet Grant on Drum Ma jors A Jjong xsranta ajouo Lameness, Epsclal Corrsspondenes of The Inter Oesaa. New Yobx, July 13. mow evane wmw fame! A man ia up to day and down tomorrow. The publlo ungratefully forgets a genius as soon as it has enough of him.

saw Professor Hutchinson to aay. xnenamv does not recall anything in particular to your memory? That proves the truth of what I have written about the ephemeral nature of glory. Time was when Hutchinson enjoyed big popularity. He was Barnum's original lightning calculator. Ah! now you remember him.

As a boy or girl, possibly, yon were awed by his arithmetical feats, whleh were Indeed wonderful. The Professor had a big head, with a bulbous forehead, and nothing about It to keeping with bis small body, except the nose. He was an odd figure altogether, and mentally was positively abnormal. He used to begin his share of the museum show by adding up several columns of figures as rapidly as anybody could chalk them on a blackboard. Then he would fill out ten minutes with talk and curious ciphering, and finally perform 'atwhteh has probably never been excelled.

While hia back was turned you could write six long columns of fiirures on the board. Then he would face them, and instantly put the right total under each. There was the briefest glance, and the sum was done. Such QuicxsEsa or Era and brain was marvelous. So people thought for awhile.

Imring his heyday he commanded a salary of $lt)0 a week, and large salaries were not as common in the show business then as they are now. scientinomen wrote learned articles on the subject, ignorant observers pronounced uls doings impossible without trickery, and Bar num was able to rejoice in one curiosity that was no humbug though I believe be was prouder of the other sort of thing. Well, be soon ceased to be aa exciting novelty, and slowly dropped in pay and popularity to the level of fat womou, living skeletons and dwarfs. Next, he went from Barnum to the sideshowa Now he finds hia value as a phenomenal arithmetician represented by a cipher. Ho tried lecturing on temperance and exhibiting his daughter as a splritaal istio medium, but neither effort was remunerative.

He is therefore the orator of a lO cent museum in the Bowery. "The good old times?" he said, echoing my remark; "they're gone, sir, gone. Tom Thumb has gone up. Impromptu Poet Harrison is dead. Fat Hannah Battersby is no more, and I feel quite a stranger in this new feneration of freaks.

Heighd! But he resumed his lecture oa an artificial Circassian woman with a cheery fluency that gave no token of departed vim. othlng deader than the city of New York In July could be imagined. The theaters and some other things will open in August, but this month folks are doing nothing except grumble and sweat under THE STRESS OF THE WEATHER. Like everybody else who can get away. 1 have had a trip' this week out of town.

On the steamboat down the bay I remarked the sordid character of the talk. Stocks and merchandise were the only subjects which I overheard discussed. The brokers and merchants were by no means leaving their business cares behind, but were n.rrrliurtheir minds off full of them. Their demeanor, too, had the alert briskness usual to men of tamribie affairs. The exception in this respect fixed my attention at onus by hia rarity.

His uncropped hair, dreamy eyes. and careless dress convinced me that he was a poet He sat in a retired and breezy cor r.r th hnat and was in deep reverv. That his thoughts were in rhyme andrythm I did not for an instant doubt At length he drew out a note book and pencil, gazed abstractedly tkvward and then wrote hastily. took a seat close Dy very softly, so as nof to disturb htm; and yet I was plad when an ac nnnintance of his came aloncT. slapped him disturbingly on the shoulder, and asked what he was writing.

I pricked up my ears to hear the reply It shocked me very much. I Was trying to figure out whether this onraod rape for velvet'' he said, "is croing to it nn enouirh to cive plush a show next winter." Not poetry, but woman prosy finery. However, what he said is worth writing out "In all the time Tve been in the dry goods trail he continued. "I never knew any fabric to have such a run as the one on velvet It was used for all millinery and dress purposes, and it wasn't any use to pus anything else on the counter in the way of heavy YVoll I thoiurht the rase was done with when hot weather set in; and, as something or other must take the place of velvet when xasnlon uoes oiscaru. a kiuwuuw that rn wriTTT.n SB TN ORDER for autumn.

The American silk manufact urers and the importers or foreign gooas were of the same opinion. Great quantities of plush are being made in Paterson and ordered from abroad. I have made heavy pur chases for my retail trade. Now come premonitions that velvet will last, and that plush won't have a chance. That netrn't exactly mean bankruptcy for me, but I shall lose heavily if It turns outaa I fear.

Talk about gambling in stocks. There is just about as much of an element of chance to the dry goods bus aa there ia in wall street operations more, sir, for the prices of stocks can be con trolled by tne Olg aeaiers, to loemuneiiran; but I defy anybody to more than guess at the fancy of fashionable women six months ahead." "But I thought that fashions were made by the designers in the employ of the manufacturers?" "So they are, plenty of them; but the pesky women won't accept more than one in every half dozen of these inventions. AU that the fashion makor can do is to turn out styles which are best calculated to take. As a rule they are most successful when they merely alter something that has already hit the popular taste, or adapt it to new goodm. Then comes the risk.

'The venture can only be made by putting a quantity of the cloth, ribbons, bonnets, or whatever the goods may be, into the market The retailer may play the cautious part, and order only enough for a bare trial, but the maker, and to some extent the importer, cannot avoid loading himself with a good stock, to order that he may be able to supply tne uemanu, should arise. Of course, if ASTTfTTJE aHOULD CATCH OX the price is kept high during the rage for It, and the profits are big for whoever handles it especially for the maker, if he happens to have been alone to producing that particular thing. By one hard hit of that kind the inaaoa nn a number of misses I covered and profit cleared Kaaidea. Oa ont to the Paterson silk mill. and you will find millions of dollars tied up to great masses ot ribbon of kinds that may ana may not be to brisk demand nextwin tx, intiMiin too.

is risked bv these rich silk firms to looms specially constructed to weave one pattern and no other. you who provide frivolous woman with the money to buy apparel think yourselves mis used, DUC We WHO seAl bu uieu are bwuouiuvb worse The man could not have been mors tn rtructive if be bad been the poet that be looked like. General Grant went down on the same steamboat He smoked, gazed lazily on the wat at ebatMd a. little with several ac quaintances, but to too trivial a manner to be worth writing, except, possibly, when the island site farthofoi's 'Liberty'1 statue was pointed out, and he said: "It will be a shame if the money Isn't raised for tne pedestal. I shouldn't care to travel abroad ajrain if that statue arrived and didn find a place ready to stand on." Then he listened to a conversation about prooeasions, which drifted to drum majors.

"Thev always strike me as comlcal," be remarked. 1 .1. lflt riant skTsa fall aeaas impresnrvw no wm dJJW THE MAOSiriOEWT PSUV UXJ0M Imitating his gait and his flourish of his baton? Jiaiordson tells me tnac no less a bandmaster than Gilmore came to him recently to know if there couldn't be an ordinance to protect drum majors from this tor ment a do tne ngureneaa or a jjruwu ia srlorioua. Gilmore explained, but ita sweet ness is turned to gall by these caricaturing urchins who invariably trot before. The Ma did not think that legislation on the subset was advisable, but he advised that the pester oa maj ors appeal to toe pwiw Grant is spending the summer at his cottage the one that was given to him by real estate owners at Long Branch.

It stands to the midst of far finer residences now, but at that time was about as good as any of its few nigh neighbors. His aooession gave a start to that part of the shore, and the gift benefited the givers to the extent of its value five or six times over. The General has just built a new stable, ss plain as a sued, ana scruung contrast with the ornate architecture com mon along there. Ungracious comment are made to the effect that, as he got the original property for nothing, he might a lea ornament it with his own money. But itisnt meanness that prevents him from doing so.

He is not a decorative kind of man. He wears plain clothes and lives to an unfrivolous manner. There are two cottages which strangers, in riding along the beach road, always ask to have pointed out One is Grant's and the other is the one WHICH OABTTXLD DTKT, about a half a mile further south, in the laboriously fashionable settlement called Fl beron. This has not been occupied since by the family of its owner, Francklyn, the Cunard steamship manager. It is said that they will never use 1 again, on account of tho gloom with which Garfield's suffering and death Imbued it But it it not hereby rendered valueless.

Francklyn owns the Elberon Hotel, close by, and the cottage is utilized for lodging gnests from that establishment Th rhimhn In which the President died has been refurnished, and there is really nothing about the house to recall the tragedy. No trace is left of the bed of the temporary railroad, and the veranda railing, torn away to permit of an easy ingress for his stretcher, has been so neatly restored that no mark remains, Elberon is a dismal looking place, by reason of the Queen Anne style of the buildings and it ia difficult to conceive, with the trajredy in mind, how there can possibly be any avetv there. But there la I dropped Into the Casino, a nlace for summer residents. and there was told by a giddy girl why she was lame. "It came of danclnsr." she declared, 'but not In any wav that you could guess to hundred times trying.

In the first place, you must know that mv feet are very tender naturally: that the salt water bathing softens them still more, and that they are not at all nrotected bv the thin slippers and gossamer tkinirs that I wear. There you have my pedal condition when I began to waits with a hnrr chao to hard, pointed boots. First thing I knew he step on me and nipped off a hit at mv rio ht foot Then a piece of ray left one went And so I suffered until the rirM of both feet are now like a saw. 1'ou don't believe it? I'm certainly lame. Doesn't that prove it?" OUR LAKE CLUB.

Where and1 IIow Chicago's Leading Sportsmen Spend Their Holidays Hnotlag and Fishing. FOX I.ATTR. the nrarsa' axd rua excellent. Marcus A Farwell has gone to Fox Lake, and has taken all hia fishing tackle and that old straw hat up there for the summer Charley Mauran has evolved from an uninterested sportsman to a regular old one since bis appointment to omoe by the Fox Lake Clubitea Ed Marsh will hunt more, fish more, and surround more than any of the Union's members. He goes to for a regular time when he quits the city.

Charley Spaulding will make more preparations and fuss and catch less fish than any man at Fox Lake, but be enjoys the getting ready better than all the members of the the Cnion Club put together. John b. Reynold looks more like Isaak Walton than any man from Chicago when he. gets out to that reed marsh to his boat and wears that old white felt He has brought to the largest creel of any one at Fax Lake this season as yet Fhllo Beveridge Is a star manager, so he thinks, and the way he bustles around when that steamer touches the dock is a caution to hotel runnera Philo is not much of a sportsman, but he's lively on getting ready all the same. Horatio X.

May is more circumspect now than he was last season. The new Mrs. May goes along to see that "Baitch" means just what he says when he talks of going fishing. But there is still a little black flask to that fishing kit That genial, whole souled Jsportaman, Charles E. Felton, enjoys the rod a well a he does the gun.

and when he goes ont he forgets breakfast and dinner, preferring to hook a bass weighing a pound and a half to eating one any time. Bev Chambers goes np to the lake and picks out the softest bed to the best room, then assuming a dishabille suited to the weather, takes a big easy chair on the front porch and a palm leaf tan and a small table by his side, and be aits there watching the boys come to with or without fish, and makes queer remarks. Captain Emmons has fully determined not to get a ducking this summer, but to order to prevent resting as he did last season, while his clothes were drying, he now takes two suits and an extra pair of shoes with him. By the way, be has bought a new rod and reel, and the fish have begun to leave the lake. It is not safe for them there now.

Xr. Lv Willoughby is up to bis ears in sport He fairly revels to it, and the waters of Fox Lake know his lenethy form. It is said that when he gets tired of sitting to his boat he gets out and walks through the lake to the club house. This may be a canard, for there are places in Fox Lake where even Mr. Willoughby could not touch bottom.

When Jim Nye touches the steps at the foot of the hill he loses no time till he has mounted to the top, thrown off hia clothes, and donned his blue shirt and overalls, and then, jumping in a boat, to sail ont on the lake? There seems to be a certain method to the desire he has to shake off the care of city life. If there Is anybody at Fox Lake who enjoys fishing better than Mr. M. Ullrich, he has yet to be discovered. It is not so much for the fish he catches as for the utter idleness and freedom from care.

He even went so far away from the club house the other day as to forget to hear the fog horn's all for dinner. This is considered a crime at Fox Lake. James Leddy likes to invite some, young freshman to go out to the boat with him, and then he will remark Innocently that he can't row and the new member will, of course, want to show off hia skllL Leddy lets him pull it all day while he trolls for fish. He calls this sport So it is for him. But the novice can't see where he has had any fun in the morning's work.

ZKOLXSH ZtAXB. DUCX SPOBT AirO OTHEEa. "John Gillespie has not had time to go a fishing. so he says, thus far this season. John never did care much for the art anyhow.

Abner Price went down to the club house la week and got a fine bag of woodcock, but he never wastes time fishing; to the raging Kankakee. Jim Gore sometimes goes down to the clubhouse and goes out on the lake, gets into reed marsh corner, and waits half a day to see if the ducks will com his way. They generally donl Charlie Meara has a box of files that ho takes with him to the boat when he goes out on the water, and when he opens the box the fish coma up alongside and wait their turn to be taken in with one of those 2.60 flies, M. W. Biffley Is a member of this dab, hut he was never known to oast a line or pull a trigger.

Why biff, who is always fishing; for trade, does not visit his club is one of the conundrums of the day among the members. The way that John Cummlngs puts the fish to flight is something terrific. There must be some truth in the story that Cum minga looks sweet at the fishes and tries to charm them out of the water, same aa he does the birds off the bushes. Charlie Willard has a taste for musio, and bailing dipper. KAJC8AWBA.

A HEABTT OOMFABT. Inha flnles and Georre Bumble were down to the club house last week, and had a party of friends with them, They had a real olanw WhlMns helped "Handsome Jack catch the forty and count 'em last week. aca put on tne oait ana uiuu( jwun ww fish Into the boat That's alt fl T.vdtn went to Bt Louis with the Maksawba boys last week and the St Louis boys dubbed him "Jumbo." Han he is known by all the club members aa "Jumbo" Lyd ston. Charley Kern la one of the sportsmen who) go to make up the membership of Maksawba, ana ne never goes lor nsn eitner: vrnow id at while he takes a day with the docks, but that la all. Dixon Bean la a Jolly sportsman who seldom goes for fish, but never minus the shooting.

With his fine setter dog and his ham merles fowllng ptece he enjoys a day oa the moors heartily. Lv B. Brown went with "Handsome Jack" last week, and he put to his time hunting for woodoock. He found a few, and be was aa well satisfied as if he had taken a half a hundred brace. Fred Taylor likes to take to Maksawba as sort of dessert to his long distanoe ramhlea way np to Wisconsin and, Minnesota, Fred just fairly revels to doing nothing whan he gets to the club house.

Boll Organ goes to the club for fun, and he seldom fails to get what he goes after. Every, thing to the way of sport suits him. It is Just as much fun tor him to sit to hia boat and catch dogfish as it is to shoot duck. Sr. Bowe will, upon occasion, visit Maksawba, but it is so seldom that he does so.

that his visits are like those of the angels' few and far between. His editorial labors are so arduous that he has but little time for sport He sends Miller usually. John B. Wigglna or, as he is better known, "Handsome Jack," went down to the clubhouse with a party the other day and actually caught forty fish. This Is a record for Jack.

Mrs. Wiggins was not with him this trip, hut next week he ssys she win go. Will Haskell is the one member who is deeply Interested to Maksawba. He looks upon it much like Columbus must have looked upon America. For, be it known.

Will was the discoverer of Maksawba, He knows every inch of marsh, and be is bothering about some fixing up all the time he la there, seldom taking the sport be helps to find for others. TOT.T.F,STOK. WHO OO THESE, There are a good many members of this club, but as there is no fishing to speak of in the vicinity, few, if any, go there to the summer. In the winter, or rather to the) fall and spring, Judge J. C.

Knickerbocker, Joel D. Harvey, Anson Stager, W. T. Johnson, Bid Kent, George Sturgee, and Ed Starr will sometimes meet in the club nouse, ana then game is plentiful duck, poker, snipe, whist, woodcock, and euchre are the chief articles used to the sport They have a very good club house, but they propose to bull one some fine day. They have leased or bought about all the marah lying; around the Little Calumet and have preserved it with a large force of gamekeepers, THE AS GELS US GRAY.

To fba Editor of 1 later Oceaa. Chicago, July IA The death of Slate Wslburga at the parent bouse of her ordes Sisters of Charity, to Baltimore, will learned with sincere regret by thousands A our citizens who met her while performin her mission of charity to this city. Sister Wslburga Gearing was of Germas birth, and was a woman ot more than ordi nary character. She came to this city soon after the close of the late war, having passed through the i arduous duties of a sister nurse oa Eastern battle fields, where deep devotion and tireless energy to her work of charity made rank and file her brothers Indeed. When she came to Chicago she immediately set about building np the Bt Joseph Hospital, on the North Side, which is now ons of our noblest charitable institutions.

Some five years ago she established the Foundlings' Home to temporary quarters on the corner of Dearborn avenue and Huron street, which were removed in two years to the present permanent location on Superior street aad LaSalle avenue. A life of hard work devoted to charity began to tell on her health about a year ago, which soon after compelled her to go to Baltimore for rest That rest she got in tho land that she worked for and looked to for final and everlasting peace. The following incident to the life of Sister Wslburga tells more than volumes could of the deep devoted affection, that the soldiers have for her and her coworkers, and gives an insight into the fine, sensitive, reverential friendship that was developed between the soldiers of the late war and their sister nurses. A short time after the close ot the war I was walkinrn the north approach to Clark street bridge, and was surprised to see a private of the invalid corps, with an armless sleeve, who was a few feet to advance of me, step to the edge of tho sidewalk, doff his hat and place himself to the attitude of receiving a general officer. His weather beaten face was beaming with the spiiit of benevolence, his eyes were radiant with the evident pleasure he felt at being the center figure of what was to him tho performance of an Important, but a voluntary act In looking along' the sidewalk I could only see a sister of chanty, and wondered if the soldier was not a little "oft" in the upper story.

Again I looked into the soldier's face, and saw that his eyes were riveted on the good sister, and the fact that she recognized the act of respect and reverence which be was paying her garb and order, by a salute of the most respectful kind, evidently filled him with Ratification, for when she passed, he placed his bat on his head and moved along as proud as though he had been dec orated for bravery. The scene impressed me so much and it so beautifully portrayed the services of the sisters of charity in the late war, that I felt the Incident should not be lost Afterward, on becoming acquainted with tho Sister to whom this respect was I learned she was Sister Wslburga. The following will, I hope, transmit the ctr eumstrnoe to some person who will do full Justice to the vast field for poetio talent that onus a background to the above incident A companion made to a coarser mold la supposed to ask the hero ot tho armless sleeve for an explanation for saluting the Bister, and bo answers as follows: ton ask ma, Jim. "why I doff my hat To that ere woman dressed in sray Womaa is kaaven's best gift on earth. Bat she's an antral ia "robea of day." Tea.

Ill tell you why I doff my hat To her, who glides like a morning ray. Like the beam of love that lit our path When heaven sent us the angels in gray. "Tis new seven lone years, eons and past. Bine the order waa whispered around The eumax of war was near at last. Our camp would bs the battle ground.

Silent, ws watched the red setting sun, And thought of the morn, with its UrriMs fray Of our boyhood's dreams and manhood's gleams Te assay twas the eve of sternal day. Throughout that night and Into the dawn The hours winced alow, wane maroniag tlMt. Tfl A gentle votes murmured, Forgive then, I "For this, my Lord, I bow at Thy feet" pray 0 th panltent tent I movea on up ioe, 1 thought some mortal waa strick'n with gnsf. TWU a sisxer or enancy, wo "wi Prayisg tor as sad our ouatrya raueC, With a fervent amen, I drop'd ea my knee, Twas many a year sines I auereda praysK, Kow, I was a child again, happy aad free, Baslda mv dear mother's oid arm ohalx. My head again oa her bosom I preaa'd, I fondled her hair as oftea I done, Twas only a draam yeuthllks dra sed.

Th long roil was sounding, tus battle DSguo, The battle lasted from morning tffl eve. Aad yon know, it was a terrlbls day. It was there I got this empty And learn to bless ths angsls In arsy. God bless them, in battle aeldor fevsr'd Unt, What mothers aad alst rs were far away. The? ga" to tie living light to ths dying, That glorious band ths ageis ia gray.

Ta tested my friends ths world around FZuwZa. earno. and battle tray. Ho mother could, and no human woold Faoth for maa Use tba aageU la gray, Crw that caro. Jim.

with a holy love, i 1 And sutettTa il soldiers shou Id do WbVwere blt by oars of angels In gray, a fraadom BaaLhv th ndl in ilea.