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Show ' I . ? im t THE CITIZEN 12 Jt - . j from only six Inches above the of the water, looked like a spiJpi b hills tuiJ range of snow-cla- d 1 about in mad confusion, and . roar of waters was deafening. fiiuuiiiiwHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiii both lay panting and gasping, naturallbus, on the Canadian bam ro THE DAYS BEFORE YESTERDAY. sheep were all transferred to the garneed hardly say, as we were den. PubBy Lord Frederick Hamilton. American continent, that a rep On another occasion there was some made his from not ateyyo lished by George H. Doran Comtalk about a savage bull. Landseer, All those privileged to enjoy the armed with appearance . notebook and pencil. :.Tnt pany, New York. Bulls! snatchbulls! bulls! of the late Admiral Lord young newspaper man was not Iron , hlr muttering friendship ed up an album of my sisters, and Charles Beresford will always treasure RECOLLECTIONS OF A JOURNALwith false delicacy. He asked finding a blang page in it, made an the memory of that genial and delightPubIST. By Arthur Warren. we had made what pointblank a of little ful exquisite About drawing charging personality. years thirty our & On learning that we ed,I swim lished by Little, Brown Co., Bosva bull. The. disordered brain repeating ago an elderly gentleman ' named no on it, but had merely ( be money ton. Bulls! bulls! bulls! he then drew a Bankes-Stanhop- e seemed to imagine it for the fun of the thing, he g Tbe It seems as if all the elder notables bulldog, a pair of bullfinches surroundsome he had that proprietary rights tioned the name of a place of eta, ed by bulrushes, and a hooked bull in the Carlton Club. Mr. Bankes-Stanhop- e in England were writing tlieir recol shut up his notebook al. had his own chair, lamp, and punishment, furiously for freedom. off: there wat and lections. And all of them are telling trout fighting been walked cut out and framThat page has table there, and was 'exceedingly zeal-ou- ts disgust, no "story to be made of dently stories on the notables who have gone ed for fifty years. in reminding members of the varisome luncheon and a bottle After before. Most of these stories are ous rules of the club. Smoking was Burgundy, neither Baring nor 1 .to vi a to seems had Lord Frederic have strictly forbidden in 'the hall of the any the worse for our swim, nor 0U8 V rather stupid, but in every book we at that time. I was standwe the least tired during the rernak wy a iind a few anecdotes that absorb our good time as a boy in Dublin, where Carlton in the hall one nigHt when er ing of the day. Conhis father was Lord Lieutenant interest or stir us to laughter. ,, Lord Charles came out of the Te Lord Hamilton says he was sur viviality was still the order of the day writing room, a big bundle of newly Mr. Warren tells us of a visit Here a large' prised by the success of his first book at a time when animosities had not writtenin.letters In his hand, and justfe-ceiveto lie CraijS-y-Noat paid Patty d his mouth. He had cigar become so bitter as they are now: of recollections, The Vanished Pomps a shilling's worth of stamps ing the course of conversation of Yesterday and thus he was e, when old Mr. asked her what had been the proui had a great reputation from the waiter, Keogh Judge s reipinis-cencewho to and further present prompted puffed habitually Life as a wit. The then Chief Justice was of her career. y of experience from the crannies of his memman on account blew like Mr. Jogglebury-Crowdea remarkable-lookin- g Craig-y-No- s was by no means com, aren Sporting Tour, noticed the of his great snow-whiwhiskers and "Spronges ory. forbidden cigar through a glass door, tional even from the musical point 1,1 his of hair. head My mother, Arthur Warren went to London in and came puffing and blowing into view. Patti could participate with f on this, said to Judge commenting the hall in hot indignation. He re1880, when he was eighteen years of to in the street songs of the day,i Keogh, Surely Chief Justice Monog-ha- n proved Lord Charles his for Beresford soon a and cerTo age, must dye his hair. began journalistic my breach of club rules in, as I thought, no one was more disposed than i mal that brought him in touch with tain knowledge he does not, answered quite unnecessarily severe tones. The to a musical frolic. The ladies, s Bet uaccount do for How, yo then, Keogh. of men most the distinguished of his genial Admiral kept his temper, but Mr. Warren, did not withdraw at the difference In color between his detached one from his roll, time. whiskers and his hair? asked my licked it. andpenny stamp dinner. Some one proposed Pat the on his forefinplaced It To the fact that, throughout Going back to his boyhood days mother. health and every one stood and a lea: ger. "My dear Mr. Stanhope, he beLord Hamilton tells us something his life, he has used his jaw a great gan, it was a little oversight of mine For Shes a Jolly Good Fellow: u deal more than he ever has his brain, about the' artist Landseer: I was writing in there, do you see?" retorted Keogh. (a friendly little tap on Mr. Bankes-StanhopThat put the ball of merriment most genial and deFather Healy, on went a motion again. One of the young lad! and shirt Landseer was a most delightful perfront, of men, belongs, of course, son, and the best company that can be lightful to a much later period. I was at the pennyseestamp), "and I moved in here, a goddaughter of the hostess, caro! (another friendly tap, and on a stanza from a popular ditty. .. imagined. My father and mother were castle in Lord Zetlands time,, when you went a second stamp),' and forgot first I thought it audacious that t quite devoted to him, and both of them Father Healy had just returned from my cigar, you see (a third tap, one should sing in the presence of! My always adressed him as "Lanny. a fortnights visit to Monte Carlo, about a third stamp left adhering). The Diva. It seemed sacrilege. But and mother going to call on him at his St. where he had been the guest (of all breezy Admiral kept up this conversaJohns Wood house, found Lanny in people in the world!) of Lord Randanother instant we were all at each with little tion, the garden, working from a ladder on taps, punctuated Churchill. May I ask how you one of which left its crimson trace on piping the chorus, and Fitti lead!; a gigantic mass of clay. Turning the olph off. The fun of the thing was explained your absence to ypur flock, corner, she was somewhat alarmed at Father . Healy? asked Lady Zetland. the old gentlemans white shirt front, fectious. The song finished, we vf n until the whole shilling's worth was tured another, and Patti joined ui lion stretched out finding a I merely told them that I had been in position. Mr. Bankes-Stanhop- e on the lawn. Landseer had been comthe refrains of a medley of man at Carlow; I. placedwas retreat a for fortnights litto too notice to irate these model missioned by the government "Daisy Bell, or a Bicycle Built thought it superfluous prefixing the tle manoeuvres; he maintained his hecm the four lions for the base of Nelsons Monte," Two, and winding up with Chevalie answered the priest. Again at never down had and He in tone, "Coste glanced "Old Kent Road and the Trafalgar Square. pillar a wedding, the late Lord Morris, the toring Charhis Lord front. at shirt made some studies in the Zoological Finally Coborns "Man That Bros Serenade, of the Hugest brogue ever les possessor left, and the old gentleman, still the Bank at Monte Carlo, and son Gardens, but as he always preferred heard, observed as the young couple arhe live the from model, x elses Daddy Wouldnt Buy working I wish that I had an old puffing and blowing with wrath, strug-to body drove off, a Bow-Wogled into his overcoat, and went off ranged that an elderly and peculiarly shoe to throw after the mfor luck. 11 Ilicks-Beach- s, docile lion should be brought to his turned with an arch look. "Ti Iatti my an official party at Sir Michael them, after Throw your brogue where his appearance with will think our behavior abominable O house from the Zoo in a furniture van dear fellow; it will do just as well," to Should twelve red penny stamps adhering any flashed out Father Healy. attended by two keepers. No, I dont. I think it jolly. 8 his shirt front must have created some sides, its not everybody who has her one wish to know what that particular lion looked like, they have only to you sing comic songs. much of a little astonishment. was Father very Healy Nelson pillar. Her answer was a peal of laughtc glance at the base of the af, On paying an afternoon call it is so wit, whose reputation is still green Lord Frederics brother-in-law- , Lord and then she sat there, singing ve included lion a live a to find Kenturi ter half unusual century: ( softly a stanza of "My Old Lansdowne, had been appointed Governchor. finished as we and the among the guests that my mothers Home, or-General of Canada in 1883 and she lifted a clear, sweet note, whi. I myself heard Father Healy, in perturbation at finding herself in such cara loose to close proximity huge criticizing a political appointment we are told something of the first ar thrilled us through and through a: nivore is, perhaps, pardonable. which lay between a Welsh and a rival in Quebec. The following year stirred us to excited applause. "What have I done? Patti put tt Scotch M. F., say, Well, if we get Landseer became hopelessly Insane the Welshman hell pray on his knees came the swim across Niakara: question with a puzzled air. on his The reply came from the adjoint and then prey toward the end of his life, and during all Sunday, In September, 1884, at a point imlibrary: "High E. One of our nun neighbors the other six days of the his periods of violence he was a danber had run to the piano. week; whilst if we get the Scotchman mediately below the Falls, I swam Niagerous homicidal maniac: , or.her and Sabbath any hell keep the gara with Mr. Cecil Baring, now a Mr. Warren lived for a time little trifles he can lay his hand an." partner in Baring Brothers, then an Landseer painted his last Academy Healy, who was parish priest of Little Oxfordi undergraduate. We were standFreshwater and within quarter of: whilst The Pont, sick Baptismal to entertain picture, priests ing at the foot of the American Falls, mile of Bray, used Tennysons home. He tells f staying with us. It is a perfectly from the interior of Ireland who were when we noticed a little boqrd inscribof Mrs. 'Cameron, who photographs One day he saw ed, "William Grenfell of Taplow Court, meaningless composition, representing ordered a a number of sheep huddled round one of his guests, quite a young priest, all. the celebrities who came to (the present Lord Desbor-ougEngland significand whatever for allegorical font, swam Niagara at this spot. I the chief celebrity of them all: rush into the sea, glass in hand, You ance he originally meant to give it begin drinking the sea water. looked at Baring, Baring looked at me. eluded the poor clouded brain. As he mustnt do that, my dear fellow, cried "I dont see why we shouldnt do it, Mrs. Cameron lived at Dilb(i, always painted from the live model, Father Healy aghast. I didnt know too, he observed, to which I replied, which is at tbe southeastern correr: We might have a try, so we stripped, he sent down to the Home Farm for there was any harm in it, Father She the Fnrrlngfnrd estate. Whist! to our said over the clothes Canadian sent young the priest. driven wore povtf who Healy, wanted concentric he velvet which two sheep, lady w a was water. ehtered and the a: side, It In and about the dusty roads, it, well not say one word upstairs into his bedroom, to the furifar longer swim than either of us had described her to me. H maybe then theyll never miss the litous indignation of the housekeeper, anticipated, the current was very strong photography was .not professional b taken. have tle of amount you drop and the eddies bothered us. When we amateur, and her skill in it was quif who declared, with a certain landed on the Canadian shore I was remarkable. So was her persistent reason, that it was impossible to keep of the novels one the bereading Any exhausted, not would She Baring, utterly though permit a possible su' a house well if live sheep were to be did than I, years younger to escape wltnout taking" hi ing eight allowed in the best bedrooms. So beginning of the nineteenth century not feel the effects of the exertion so ject or her. She was .quite Intimate lthe author. and must his have colors noticed, easel and says much. I remember that the Falls, seen Landseer, his ithe Tennysons, and always callel $ uiuiiiuiHiiiiiuiuiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiHiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii: . how crude the practical jokes were at that- time. Some people with paleolithic intellects seem to think it exquisitely humorous to see a man fall down and hurt himself. Then we have a story of a joke played by Lord Beres-forwhich was certainly not crude: - AMONG TOE NEW BOOKS d, & . , s. D Bankes-Stanh'op- te jet-bla- ck . ca-ie- er es i full-grow- I . 1 w. sea-bathin- g. h, W'-r- old-tim- . er e |