Show THE LAWS rip van winkle the hero of thea amk slumber in the catskills is made t say by the playwright are we so ao 0 soon forgotten after we axe are dead it seems that in many instances it la is even evea so and such cases do not pertain exclusively clu to the commoners by any means but attach to all stations an and conditions in life these i reflections are am suggested by a little item in tu toda dispatches relating to the attachment of ex president hayes homestead pursuant to a judgment because of a runaway caused by a dog belonging to the estate the sum involved being ift favor of the plaintiff and 1019 coatee no doubt it is all correct enough since the owners of dogs and other animals must be made responsible for the trespasses which such maimai commit but it is a sad demolisher demoli aher of sentiment and that old fashioned ta of national feeling which used to obtain before most of the people had acquired the habit of plunging through life under a heavy pressure of steam regardless of ill all things save that of temporal gain with a modicum of moderation and veneration thrown in once in a while president hayes may not figure among the greatest of our presidents indeed there may be man many who ho do not yet and will not while they live admit that he was ever anything more than a president de facto his title to the place being not only clouded but vie ac dually nil be that as it may the fact i that he filled filled the office and emerged from his great task with clesh clean baab jbf coupled with the additional fact that personally he was beyond reproach ought to be enough even with the hoo baa tiles alles to inspire a feeling of regret uma that it was found necessary to put up his lum estead at public auction and sell it 1 for a debt which he never owed and which did not accrue through an act of omission or commission on his own the sombre elegy by the poet gray contains many lines fitting to such occasions but none perhaps more so ao than the boast of heraldry the pomp of power and all I 1 that beauty all that wealth eer gave await alike the inevitable hour lime path of glory leads but to the grave |