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A FAMOUS PHOTOGRAPH IR.
Mr*. Cameron, Who Was » Frien I al
1 Benchel and lennynon.
In The Century V. C. Scott O’ Con
nor has an article on “Mrs. Cam< ton.
Her Friends and Hex* Photograj is.
Mr. O’Connor says:
A feature of her personality which lay
at the root of her great success as a
photographer was her love of all that
was beautiful. * ‘ She was always took by
a face, ” as an old woman in Freshwater
who remembers her put it to me.
Charles Turner said the same thing in
poet’s language when he told her, in the
sonnet he addressed to her on leaving
the isle of Wight after a visit, that she
“loved all loveliness.” In obedience to
this impulse she invariably stopped and
spoke to any one, however unknown,
whether in a great London thoroughfare
or a village lane, whose beauty attracted
her. "Fam Mrs. Cameron,” she would
say. “Perhaps you have heard of me.
You would oblige me very much if you
would let me photograph you. Will you
let me do so?” And by such bold and
unconventional means she prevailed on
many, absolute strangers though they
were, to sit to her.
One of her models captured in this
way was a young lady come as a sum
mer visitor to Freshwater. Mrs. Camer
on, engrossed at that time in some re
markably fine studies illustrative of the
“Idylls of the King, ” was at a loss for
a model for Queen Guinevere. But the
advent of the fair stranger settled all
her doubts. Here was a beauty suited to
her purpose, and within the hour she
had carried her off to lunch and subse
quent photography.
The lady proved a most kind and in
defatigable model. The village postman
had already been secured for King Ar
thur, and Mrs. Cameron’s picture of
him in this character is one of the best
things in the collection. A friend, going
one day to Dimbola, found the young
lady looking rather fatigued.
“Oh,” she said, with an expressive
gesture, “I am so tired. ”
Supposing her fatigue was the result
of a long walk on a midsummer day,
my friend made some suitable reference
to the matter, but tho young lady an
swered with a smile:
“Oh, no. I have not been for a walk.
I have been lying on the floor for the
last two hours, clutching tho postman's
ankle. ”
Mrs. Cameron, ever kind and un
selfish, possessed tho faculty of bringing
out such qualities in others. In 1879
she died, a few months after her last re
turn to Ceylon.
“As the day died, ” her sons wrote to
Lord Tennyson, “as the day died on
Sunday, January tho 26th, the sweet,
tender, gracious spirit of our beloved
mother passed away in peace.” No
death could have been more calm, more
beautiful, than hers
Lincoln’s “Selfishness.”
Mr. Lincoln once remarked to a fellow
passenger on the old time mud wagon
coach on the corduroy road which ante
dated railroads that all men were
prompted by selfishness in doing good
or evil. His fellow passenger was an
tagonizing his position, when they were
passing over a corduroy bridge that
spanned a slough. As they crossed this
bridge and the mud wagon was shaking
like a Sucker with chills, they espied
an old razorbacked sow on the bank of
the slough, making a terrible noise be
cause her pigs had got into the slough
and were unable to get out and in dan
ger of drowning. As the old coach be
gan to climb the hillside Mr. Lincoln
called out, “Driver, can’t you stop just
a moment?” The driver replied, “If the
other feller don’t object.” The “other
feller”—who was no less a personage
than at that time Colonel E. D. Baker,
the gallant general who gave his life in
defense of Old Glory at Ball’s Bluff—did
not “object, ” when Mr. Lincoln jumped
out, ran back to the slough and began
to lift the little pigs out of the mud and
water and place them on the bank.
When he returned, Colonel Baker re
marked,* “Now, Abe, where does selfish
ness come in on this little episode?”
“Why, bless you soul, Ed, that was the
very essence of selfishness. I would
have had no peace of mind all day had
I gone on and left that suffering old sow
worrying over those pigs. I did it to get
peace of mind, don’t you see?”—Spring
field (His.) Monitor.
Faying the Cook.
In old times to dine with a nobleman
cost more in tips to the servants than a
club dinner. James Payn relates that
Lord Poor, a well named Irish peer, ex
cused himself from dining with the
Duke of Ormond upon the ground that
he could not afford it. “If you will
give me the guinea I have to pay your
cook (fancy!), I will come as often as
you choose to ask me, ’ ’ which was ac
cordingly done. The duke, however, had
not the pluck to stop tho practice. Lord
Taafe, a general officer in the Austrian
service, did what he could. He always
attended his guests to the door. When
they put their hands into their pockets,
he said: “Nd If you do give it, give it
to me, for it was I who paid for your
dinner. ” To Sir Timothy Waldo must
be given the credit of putting an end to
the monstrous practice. After dinner
with the Duke of Newcastle he put a
crown into the cook’s hand. It was re
jected. “I do not take silver, sir.”
“Very good, and I do not give gold. ”
This courageous rejoinder “caught on, ”
and the day of vails to cooks was over.
A Shrewd Cyclist.
An eminent queen’s counsel is said
to take his bicycle exercise in the fol-.
lowing fashion: He goes out every
night, but be always rides before the
wind, and consequently the direction of
his ride depends upon the wind. Ho al
ways comes back by train.—London
Telegraph.
Early Training.
“It seems strange that they should
make such a vulgar display of their
wealth. ”
“Oh, I don’t know—he started as a
window dresser. ” —Chicago Journal.
5 CATNIP AT THE ZOO.
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Tl*era and Jaguars Get Th*lr Fir»t Ta*ti>
f of the Food.
An armful of fresh green catnip was
• plucked from the golf grounds of the Fv
, moor club at Highland park. It was taken
» to Lincoln park and permission was asked
of Animal Keeper De Vry to try the effects
of the green stuff on the feline members
of his family. This herb, which does not
grow, so far as Is known, in the haunts of
" the cousins to the cats, created a great sen
r sation at the zoo. Perhaps the most as ton
r ishing incident connected with the tour of
the cages happened just as the visitor with
j his big bundle of catnip left the office of
j the keeper in the animal house. The scent
of the plant filled the whole place, and as
• soon as it had reached the parrots’ corner
’ the two gaudily attired, macaws set up r.
’ noise that drowned thought and made for
L the side of the cage, [Hiking their beaks
and claws through. When tho catnip was
j brought near them, they becama. nearly
[ frantic. They were given some "and de-
L voured it, stem, leaf and blossom, with an
avidity commensurate with the noise of
their voices
1 The keeper and the catnip carrier then
1 made for the cage of Billy, tho African
I leopard. Now, Billy, so far as is known,
i had never before smelled or seen a leaf of
r the plant. Before tho front of his cage
was reached he had bounded from the shelf
, whereon ho lay apparently asleep and stood
expectant, alert and with brightened eyes
at the bars of his cage. This-African ex
otic went simply insane. The man with
tho catnip purposely waited for a few min-
> utes before he poked any of the green
• leaves and yellowish white flowers of the
i plant through to the big cat.
[ Finally a double handful of catnip was
, passed through to tho floor of the don.
, Never was the prey of this African dweller
in his wild state potmeed upon more rap
idly or with more absolutely savage enjoy
ment. First Billy ate a mouthful of the
catnip, then he lay flat on his back and
i wriggled his sinuous length through the
green mass until his black spotted, yellow
; hide was permeated with the odor of the
. plant from shoulders to tail tip. Then
, Billy sat on a bunch of tho catnip, caught
; a leaf laden stem up in either paw and
rubbed his cheeks, chin, nosp, eyes and
head. Heated with his exertions ho exuded
> catnip at every pore. He ate an additional
mouthful or two of tho stuff and then
; jumped back to his shelf, where he lay the
very picture of satiety and contentment.
, In the tigers’ cage there is a young but
full grown animal captured within 18
months in the jungles of India. He is a
powerful brute and one with whom oven
the keepers do not seek a close acqualnt-
1 ance. When this great, surly beast in
i haled the first sniff of the catnip, he began
to mew like a kitten. Prior to this the
softest note of his voice had been one
which put the roar of the big maned South
African lion to shame. That vicious tiger
and his kindly dispositioned old mate fair
ly reveled in tho liberal allowance of tho
plant which was thrust into their cage.
They rolled about in it and played together
like 6-week-old kittens. They mewed and
purred, evidently discussing the question
as to what this strange plant w’as which
gave them a variety of pleasure never be
fore experienced. They tossed it about,
ate of it and after getting about as liberal
a dose as had Billy the leopard they like
wise leaped to their respective shelves and
blinked lazily at the sun.
The big lion Major was either too dig
nified or too lazy to pay more than passing
attention to the bunch of catnip which fell
to his lot. Ho ate a mouthful or two of
it and then licked his chops in a “that’s
not half bad” way, and then went back to
his nap. The three baby lions quarreled
over their allowance and ate it every bit,
but they could riot he beguiled, despite
their tender years, into frolicking over the
presence of the plant.—Chicago Times-
Herald.
Photograph of Cape Horn.
Ever since Capo Horn’s existence has
been known efforts have been made to got
a picture of it. Artists have gone down
there and some have been fortunate enough
to secure a few rough sketches, but an
actual reproduction of tho spot did not ex
ist until a few days ago. This was when a
negative made by Captain Rivers of the
ship A. J. Ropes was developed.
The southernmost point of South Amer
ica is, for a piece of barren land, tho best
known i:> all tho world. Everybody who
can read knows of Cape Horn, and for
some mysterious reason takes an interest
in it. Os course the great writers of sea
stories have dene their share to make the
spot famous, but there seems to bo somo
reason deeper than all this. Why would it
not be an easy matter to make a picture of
Cape Horn? There are a dozen reasons
outside of the photographic ones, and they
alone are enough to deter the camera op
erator from attempting it.
In tho first place, it is not always possi
ble to see Cape Horn even though the ship
is only a few miles away. Storms nearly
always prevail at that end of the world,
and tho atmosphere is likely to be hazy.
When the water is comparatively calm,
there is likely to be a fog. During the sea
sons of tho heavy, dry winds and clear
weather no ship would dare venture with
in sight of the Horn. At other times the
light is likely to be poor and so make a
picture impossible. And then, when all
conditions arc favorable, the chances are
there will bo no camera aboard the ship
that happens to be there at the opportune
time.
Photographically, the principal difficulty
would bo lack of light and contrast. Un
der ordinary conditions a plate exposed on
Capo Horn would reveal very little, if in
deed it gave so much as an outline? Tho
chances are that the water in the fore
ground would show and the distance ap
pear only as a line of fog.—San Francisco
Call.
Taking No Chances.
A citizen of a small town on the line of
the Illinois Central railroad in Mississippi
was in the railroad station a day or two
since when the operator received a tele
gram from this city intended for a mer
chant of the Mississippi town.
“Tho yellow fever seems to be getting
ahead nicely, ” remarked the operator.
“How’s that?” Inquired the cltizen.
“Just got a telegram from New Orleans,
and it”—
“Is that telegram from New Orleans?’
“Yes. Why?”
“Never mind why. You just keep away
- from me. I don’t want to get near that
there yaller paper. That’s why. And lock
here, young feller, if you take any more of
them things, you’ll get run out of town,
and don’t you forget it. I’m going to re
port you to the board, you see if I don’t. ’
And away went the panic stricken inno
cent posthaste to sound the direful alarm.
—New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Another Trial.
Tramp—Try me or.ct more, jedge.
Judge—That's about what I’m doing.—
Boston Courier
ENGLISH INNKEEPERS?
> Said to Bo Mainly Koor* XV’ o Treat Pa
tron* a* Intrndc.
i If your pocketbook allo vs ar fate or
■ tho doslro to see the coir .try compels
you to remain in Englai I, there are
■ parts where you can ride on your wheel
( with great satisfaction and at great ex
i pense. Nothing could be more beautiful
1 than the midlands, lovelier than the
■ counties that surround London, but
■ Westward go no farther th in Bristol or
Truro, northward than Chester, avoid-
; ing Manchester—that is, unless you
mean to go still farther north into Scot
' land, which at times will repay your
enterprise. The southwest is largely to
be avoided. Cornwall and Devon have
the worst roads in civilized Europe—in
fact, the roads and inns explain that
the country is not and never has been
civilized. In the inns you are often
treated as an intruder, and sometimes
cheated in a fashion that would bring
a blush to the cheek of a Swiss lafidlord,
for the emptiness of the larder the bill
makes up in lavishness. There is hard
ly anything to eat save cream, but for
that and salt bacon and ancient eggs
you are asked to pay as much as for a
good dinner at the Case Royal. The inn
keepers are mainly boors.
As for the roads, they go straight to
tho top of all the hills, as uncompro
misingly as the roads of Bohemia, then
drop down the other side and are unrid
able in both directions. When not
cLmbing precipitately, they lie buried
at the bottom of a ditch. They are
shadeless and uninteresting, rarely ap
proaching the seacoast or passing near
anything that is worth locking at, and
yet we know Englishmen who are pro
foundly impressed with the belief that
they are the best in England, and there
fore in the world. The roads, innsand
innkeepers of Scotland are in everyway
better, but the fact that the average
Briton spends his holiday on the conti
nent when he can proves not only that
he -wants to get there, but also that he
is driven from his own country by the
shortsightedness of the people who keep
its inns and look after its roads.—Mr.
and Mrs. Pennell in Fortnightly Review.
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ANCIENT MEDICAL METHODS
The Manner of Doctors’ Consultations In
the Fourteenth Century.
Coming to Mondeville’s exposition of
tho method of holding a discussion, we
find his description almost a story of
what might take place today. “First, ”
ho says, “we should inquire into the
nature of the disease, examining care
fully and feeling, because the diagnosis,
is made by touching with the hand and
observing with the eye. All the consult
ants engage in turn in the examination.
Then, if the case demands it, they make
a new examination all together, point
ing out to one another tho symptoms of
disease and the special or remarkable
features either in the patient or the dis
ease. Then one of them, tho highest in
rank, says to the patient, ’Sir, we per
ceive very clearly what is the matter
with you, and you ought to have full
confidence in us and be glad that there
are so many of us here and such doctors—
enough for a king—and to believe that
the youngest of us is competent to pre
scribe and carry on your treatment and
bring it to a good result. ’ Then he in
terrogates the patient about the circum
stances of his attack, ‘Sir, do not be
displeased or take it ill, but when did
your illness begin?’ following this with
many other questions, the answers to
which are recorded as indications fur
nished by the patient.
‘ ‘ When all tho questions, called for
by the case have been asked, the con
sultants retire to another room, where
they will be alone, for in all consulta
tions the masters dispute with one an
other in order the better to discuss the
truth, and sometimes they come to a
pass in the heat of discussion which
would cause strangers witnessing their
proceeding to suppose there were discord
and strife among them. This is some
times the case. ” —“Fourteenth Century
Doctors,” by M. E. Nicaiso, in Popular
Science Monthly.
Mozart's Method.
Mozart’s method of composition was
such as could only have been pursued
by a child of genius. He would rise
early, eat a hearty breakfast and then
stroll for several hours in a forest near
his home, where, inspired by nature’s
beauties, heavenly melodies came troop
ing through his brain. Repairing to his
cottage, he would summon his wife,
a very witty woman, -and bid her tell
him stories. He would then mount his
high stool and proceed to commit these
inspirations to paper, his wife telling
him jokes and funny stories while he
wrote. These he enjoyed immensely,
frequently interrupting her with hearty
bursts of laughter and sometimes even
falling from the stool and rolling on the
floor. But amid all this hilarity and
uproar the flow of music which was to
move the world went steadily on. His
productions were wrought without the
least thought or study, but came almost
unbidden “direct from heaven.” Like
Shakespeare, he wa purely the creature
of inspiration, a genius of the highest
order. —C. C. Hieatt in Housekeeper.
Remote Ancestry.
“It has long been supposed, ” says
The Outlook, “that the most startling
genealogical claiifi is that of the negus
of Abyssinia, who insists that his de
scent has been in a straight line from
the union of Solomon with the queen of
Sheba, but some one has discovered a
noble family in France, the counts of
Noe, who not only claim Noah as their
remote ancestor, but show on their fam
ily blazon that veteran seaman in the
ark.”
Laying Bricks.
A bricklayer-can lay about 1,500 or
1,600 bricks in a day of 10 hours where
the joints are left rough, about 1,000
per day when both faces have to be
worked fair and not more than 500 a
day when carefully jointed and faced
with picked bricks of a uniform color.
—Exchange.
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ALLIGATORS As MASCOTS*
Stuffed. They Now Out ank the Babbit**
Left Hind Coot.
The ncwcet thing In tho way of a luck
bringer or fetich for Cl :cago people Is the
small stuffed alligator, which may alert be
made to servo a useful purpose. Why
lucky nobody knows.
Ono man, whoso stock in trade is al
ways an infallible indication of popular
taste, says that he is selling upward of
three dozen a day and that his supply of
tiny alligators is frequently far from equal
to the demands mode upon it. He re
ceives orders, too, for siiitxll alligators ar
ranged in a variety of original ways and
has sent no small number of the baby rep
tiles to the various summer resorts, where
the summer girl and man are trying to
beat their previous records in tho way of
golf and tennis. As a mascot or fetich
the alligator is considered far superior to
the old time rabbit’s foot, and he or she
who finds and cay.turns one personally is
Indeed lucky.
All sorts and sizes of the Infant saurlans
are. liked, and tho fad is by no means an
inexpensive one. Two dollars and a half,
is the sum required to purchase even tho
smallest representatives of alligatorship,
with an ascending ccalo which reaches tho
sls mark for specimens 1 K or 3 feet long.
The very large or very tiny ones are best
liked, and these are mounted with tho
greatest care. The “seconds”—-those spec
imens which arc less perfect or have been
marred in tho killing or mounting—com
mand but slightly smaller prices, how
ever, and even those which show marks of
shot or other wounds are anything but
hard to dispose of. “Anything so long as
it is an alligator, ” seems to be tho watch
word of superstitious people just now.
The conventional way of mounting th?
precious creatures is by bending the tail
backward in such away as to support the
body in an upright position with the as
sistance of the hind legs. The front feet
are extended to servo as a support on
which to place the painted seashell, small
saucer, match safe or other trinket which
is to render the ugly thing useful In
some cases the body is fantastically draped
with bright colored silk or cheesecloth,
and the addition of a gaudy cap is of fre
quent occurrence. Thus decorated or
merely in a state of nature, the quaintly
traced figure is placed in the entrance hall
to receive cards, upon the smoking table
with matches, cigars or tobacco, or, if the
owner is a summer girl, in her room,
where it acts as a file upon which to pin
all sorts of scores, records or memoranda
of the season’s games.—Chicago Times -
Herald.
How the Phonograph Was Discovered.
Possibly the most widely known of all
Edison’s inventions are the telephone and
phonograph, and tho latter was discovered
by tho merest accident—namely, an acci
dent happening to the right man.
“I was singing,” says Mr. Edison, “to
the mouthpiece of a telephone when the
vibration of the voice sent the fine steel
point into my finger. That set me think
ing. If I could record tho actions of the
point and send the point over the same
surface afterward, I saw no reason why
the thing would not talk. I tried the ex
periment first on a strip of telegraph paper
and found that the point made an alpha
bet. I shouted the words, ‘Halloa, halloa!'
into the mouthpiece, ran the paper back
over the steel point and heard a faint ‘ Hal
loa, halloa!* in return. X determined to
make a machine that would work accu
rately and gave my assistants
telling them what I had discovered. They
laughed at me. That's the whole story.
The phonograph is the result of the prick
ing of a finger. ”
All this sounds remarkably simple, and
Mr. Edison has a habit of speaking of his
inventions as though they had droppod
from the clouds, but needless to say, after
tho principle of the phonograph had been
discovered, there were days and nights of
anxious thought and experiment before
the famous talking machine, with which
even the nursery is familiar today, had
reached its present perfection.
Barbarism In Africa.
It is satisfactory to note that there Is
considerable Indignation at the Cape re
garding the mutilation of the remains of
the Bechuanaland chief, Luke Jantje.
The statement is that the head was cut off
and boiled in order that the skull might
be preserved, presumably as a curio.
However this may be, there seems to be
no doubt that a volunteer was found in
the laager ‘ ‘ endeavoring with all his might
to sever the dead chief’s head from the
trunk,” and that when he was spoken to
on tho subject ho replied that he was
“merely acting under orders.” A board
of Inquiry has been appointed, and it is to
be hoped that tho matter will bo probed
to tho bottom. There has been some ugly
Work in South Africa during the past
year or two, but that is no reason why
barbarous Inhumanity on the part of vol
unteers or any others should bo tolerated
for one moment. Surely, even a Bechu
analand chief’s bones “cost more the
breeding than to play at loggats with
them.”—Westminster Gazette.
A Fault of Young Men.
“A grave fault with a goodly number of
young men is a disposition to quarrel with
their surroundings, whereas the real fault
is not there,” writes Edward W. Bok, in
“Problems of Young Men,” in The La
dies’pome Journal. “Young men do not
seem clearly to realize that where they are
they were intended to be, and for some
mighty good purpose too. Tho place
where a young man finds himself is exact
ly where his Creator meant that he should
be. Therefore ho is capable of filling it.
God makes no mistakes. But it is meant
that we should grow of our own efforts;
get strong through the conquering of diffi
culties. When a young man starts out to
live a useful life, and starts out with a
right determination, an adherence to hon
orable principles and a faith in God, no
power on earth can retard him long, seri
ously interrupt his career or effectively
stop him. He is bound to win. Our fail
ures are always due to ourselves; never to
other people nor to our environments. ”
Maddened Him.
Ex-Governor Stone of Missouri recently
told this story of Colonel John T. Crisp:
When Colonel Crisp was running for con
gress, he proposed to use the same speech
all over the state. An old man who heard
it tho first night was so delighted that he
asked Crisp where he was to speak the
■next. When the colonel saw the old man
in his next audience, he was forced to
change his speech to give it a semblance
of originality and so delighted the old num
that he insisted on knowing the colonel’s
next engagement. He followed Mr. Crisp
all over the state and so worried him by
forcing him to constantly alter his speech
that the colonel at last in despair cried,
“I speak in sheol tomorrow night, in
sheol, be gad, sir, and I hope you will be j
the first man I see when I get there!” |
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