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UNHAPPY CLEMENT SCOTT. A Sarcastic EngUabnisn'a Comment on the Critic’s Poems. Bexhtll-on-Sea is t ae haven for me Whene’er my nerves are depressed, For there's a retreat where you golf and you eat, And yon sleep and yon dream and yon rest! These exquisite words were writ ten by one of the most prolific and, it may be, most popular of our mod ern poets, Mr Clement Soott. We quote them, not merely because .their cadence has haunted us and it is a pleasure to write them out, but also because they seem to epitomize the bitter tragedy of their writer's life. Every great poet has had some one impulse, to which may be traced all that is finest in his work. It is a function of criticism to determine in each case what that impulse was. Some poets have been impelled by a love either of liberty, or of truth, or of pleasure, or of their native land; others, again—and it may bo that their work is the most enduring—by a love of nature. Wordsworth loved nature in all her manifestations. To him sky, air, watetr, landscape, were ’all impressive and suggestive. Shel ley was more particularly “the poet of the clouds.’’ Swinburne is the poet of the sea. And Mr. Clement Scott is the poet of the seaside. Circumstances, the curse of poets, compel this man to live in London, driving him in and out of glaring theaters, up and down Fleet street. It is fearful to think of his soul be ing slowly crushed by so uncon genial a life. Many, many are the poems he has written about this or that seaside resort. Some of them, indeed, have evidently been written during a happy holiday and are in stinct with the joyous spirit of Sat urday to Monday. But most, alas, have been wrung from him in smoky’ exile and are suffused with mel ancholy, subdued, nostalgic! As in the lines written recently and quot ed above, ho writes most often, net with Horace’s mild desire for the Sabine farm, but rather with Byron’s terrible longing for Ravenna. Now, we do earnestly appeal to the dramatic profession, ever generous in helping the oppressed, and not only to that profession, but also to all whose hearts have been, like ours, gladdened by the poetry of this man, to raise some great fund which will enable him to flee away, with his broken heart and his split infinitives, to the shores of Bexhill on-Sea, there to work out his genius. It may be that his love for this place is not destined to bo lifelong. Wo suspect that Cromer was the great passion of Lis life. It is not given to any man to love twice with a devo tion so ecstatic as that which Scott gave to Cremer. Per maps ho knows that that love is always really up permost in his breast and whispers sometimes to himself in paraphrase of another poet: I have forgot much, Cromer! Gone with the wind And thrown confetti with the riotous throng. Dancing to put thy red, lost poppies out of mind; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion. Yea! Though I wrote Bexhill up, all along I havo been laithti'l to thee, Cromer, in my fashion. But let us not pry into these heart secrets. Let us rather respect the spoken wish of the poet. Soott has cried aloud for Bexhill-on-Sea. To Bexhill-on-Sea let him go. Poetry and drama will uplift their voices in a sweet unison of praise when they hear that be is at length living there.—Saturcl ay’ Re vie w. Minor Music Halls In ?Jadrid« As for the flamenco coffee houses, they are a kind of minor music hall, whore, on a raised platform, while customers were consuming light re freshments, the gypsy’ band perform ed and gypsy girls sang and danced in that oriental manner which re mindsone irresistibly of the nautch. Between the dances the girls strolled in and out among the audience, sell ing paper covered novels, presuma bly for their own benefit. One I bought was called “La Casamen tera"—“The Matchmaker.” These are places where jealousies are quickly kindled and as quickly set tled by the method of arbitration of which ore reads so frequently’ in Spanish newspapers. The survival of the fittest, in the shape of the first man who gets in with his knife, is as much a scientific certainty as that of the spriest with his shooting iron in a western mining camp. I bought one of these same knives in Madrid. It was a murderous triangular blade, with engraved on it the three words, mujer, vino, toros —women, Mine and bulls—the trinity most worship ed in modern Spain.—Gentleman's Magazine. Too literal. “They is such a thing as bein in the habit of takin things too literal, ” said the old settler, who had been in the country for four years, “and Wall Eyed Bowker is 'bout as good a example of it as I know of. " “What's he been doin now ?’ ’ asked the postmaster. “Yisterdaj the preacher said it should be the juty of us all toe put sunshine in the hearts of our feller men, and what does Bowker do bi’.t followup the idee by lettin daylight into a Chinaman. “—Cincinnati En quirer. Sensation in Rome! Immense Stock of Goods at Cost! Eighty Thousand Dollars Worth of High Grade Dry Gocds, M ■ . nery, Notions,Clothing, Hats, Shoes, etc, etc, in Roma at Cost! We throw our Great Stock of Goods -1. this market, and, to prepare for a change in the busi ness, We Are Going to Sell It. You can buy anything this House from top to bottom, from front to rear— any article, every piece, parcel, item or measure At Wnat It Cost Us!* ‘ 1 W W 11 M / - A Ln AA M 7- /■’.•si..-; .4 M ... d LG"' ! I-d -G V ■■■■. BMBBB I w | . * h 1 aSL Jmbl i.ltwx.- <■ < 7*'Y , VT!.? -•' ■- ■'-] jyg • //<:.■ ... .. . v,f ■ ' •'' < ■ . i- ’O&L .. .■ <. - %««< ..• < r ■ ■ ? 'lf IM tea F* < tew i". ; ■/ W bSa n-J HSR! ■ PR M B H ■ 111 ■“ ! i r 5 ■ •' ■V ! H W® ' M -s~Wi O fegSgSa si ERgfegasgaE WSj j, W h .pj g gH i||| - lisSSi X Ri J i ■ ' ''A 1 EMBS i O- ■-I • '.•■/-<•>. r When are you coming to Rome? Do not put it off too long if you want to buy anything. The Goods offered you at Prime Cost, are first-class in every particular, new and up-to-date merchandise and that you can buy them as offered is AN OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME. Come to see us. We’ll do just what we advertise. You can get anything in this immense stock at Y hat It Cost Us. Come at once and save big money on your purchases. Bass Bros., & Company. A strange animal is at large in the vicinity of Eoctdale. It is i said to resemble ; man in disguise ! and when standii g up is about the height of a man, but when running ’ gees ou its four legs. Its color is black and its app aranc » ind’icat 3 great muscular power, both in jaws and imbs. The bony ridges in the skull above tie eyes are ex tremely prominent and the teeth are very large. POOR DICESTiON leads to nervousness, chronic dyspepsia and great miserv. The best remedy is HOOD’S SARSAPARILLAe Child Fatally Burned. Rome, Ga., Dec., 2.—The four ye:<r-;>ld child of Charles Wood and his young wife caught fire while playing around the hearth at their 1 onie, some distance be yond East Rome. The mother had gone out to the woodpile and heard the litt.e one scream. Rushing ■ back into the house she found that the clothing of the child had caught fire, and before she could extinguish the flames it was fata'ly burned. The mother’s hands were badly urned in trviug to save her only 1 child. They Were Advertised. There was a man once on a ti ne who thought him wondrous wise. He swore by all the fabled g<ds, he’d never advertise. But his goods were advertised ere long, and thereby hangs a tale; the ad was set in nonpareil and headed “Sheriff’s Sale.” Just across the Georgia line from Cleburne county, last week, john McDaniel was caught in the machinery at the Tallapoosa Gold Mining Works and killed. | The Align-ta S■•ulL ei.et . bound pas:-:--iiger train No. 24, was derailed at Greenw<.<-J, eight miles I from Aug; ta, Saturday morning. . : The t; imud c' l.qimt'.-ly over i i and li.e oiigiimer am! fin-man only L escape d < ; by jumping. The [ acciaen occurred v. here a spur track joins tl.e main iue, and it is suppes’ ■; t.’.ar the switch at that point w; sP M. -open. Tiie track was b uclmm d for several hours, but no <u i( . was seriously hurt by ‘ the accident. Rjpans Tabules cure torpid liver. Ripans Tabules: for sour stomach. HIS BOOKS SERVE. Jio One Will Forget Stevenson, Even U He Has No Other Memorial. Andrew Lang has bis doubts about the advisability of erecting in Edin burgh a statue of Robert Louis Ste venson and has expressed his views on the matter in a letter to the Lon don papers. He said: “The question of a memorial to Mr. Robert Louis Stevenson raised by Lord Rosebery is of deep interest to friends of the author of ‘Kidnap ed’ and to admirers of his work. It is natural to make conjectures as to what Mr. Stevenson would himself have desired. That be would have liked some permanent sign of appre ciation from his countrymen is mor ally certain. “Nobody could bo so pure from the modern literary sin of seeking advertisement; no man was more in capable of trying to procure recogni tion or ’of lamenting its absence. But fame and praise gave him un disguised and honorable satisfac tion. He took a kind of boyish pleas ure in his‘Edinburgh Edition,’as he stated in private letters, just be cause it mixed his name with that of his own romantic town. That the unconsidered, little, wandering schoolboy and the truant student should be honored in Edinburgh was to him a sincere surprise and delight. His admiration cf the city’s natural beauty and historical charm W£3 even stronger than his horror of its easterly winds and writers’ offices. “So far, probably, alt wh -t.-t-tt"' Mr. Stevenson are agreed. He would have rejoiced in a public token of Scottish recognition. Rut what form should such a recognition take? What would Mr.- S-evenson have preferred? Modern Britain is not fortunate in its statues. The effigies cf Professor Wilson and Sir James Simpson in Princess street might determine an Edinburgh genius to prefer the fallentis ssmita vitro. “Mr. Stevenson’s taste in matters of art and his sense of humor would have recoiled from a clumsy image cf his own unstatuesque figure, shrouded in a plaid and exposed on a pedestal to the winds of Edinburgh and the compassion cr curiosity of tourists. The odds against a good modern statue are incalculable, though if such a work of art could be procured it would doublings bo the most adequate token cf national admiration. “As for a useful memorial, such as a word in a hospital, that would cer tainly be more serviceable to man kind than commemorative of Mr. Stevenson. Yet we could not wish to :■ o a monument cf l rl >■; T-- t! ic d M d<. n: i. i ’ • « w/ios>■ t ffigiosT” or memorials poprrkytH the C.dtcu hill, among the Pin. fairs find Du galifl Stewarts. . Lockhart was not anxious to see a statue of Scott in this honorable but melancholy com pany. “It may be suggested that the quadrangle of the Town’s college, where Mr. Stevenson attended lec tures so slackly and reluctantly and whither his memory so often and wistfully returned, might be an ap propriate place for his memorial. His heart was always with the. young, and his works are dearest to the young in ago or in heart. This he himself knew well, and for this rea son the university seems a fitting place for his monument. “There may be good reasons for some other choice or objections to this idea. Mr. Stevenson while alive, ■was no great prophet in his own country, cf which, after Burns, Scott and Carlyle, he was the chief literary glory. His country and bis native town may now redress their comparative neglect of one whose heart was always full of Scotland.” Jacky and Bls “Antic.” f', Jacky is almost always on good terms with his mother, but ho has a tiresome aunt, whom ho has good , reason for disliking. He was once unavoidably left in her charge while his mother was away from home, I and her visit was net altogether a success. She had been “obliged” to punish him severely for some fault, and alter the operation was over he was seen to get a pencil, and, retir ! ing into a corner of the nursery, la boriously write something upon a small piece of paper. The same spy who observed him do this watched him afterward from the window while he dug a hole with his little spade and buried the bit of paper in a corner of the garden. When Jacky < was safely out of the way, the spy I exhumed his manuscript. It ran as follows: “Dear Devil-—Please come and take Antie. ” —Cornhill Maga- I zine. i A Curious Watch. In the year 1764 a handsome and curious present was made to George 111 by Arnold, a celebrated London ■ watchmaker. It was a repeating j timepiece, set in a ring, and was : about the size of an old fashioned silver 3 cent piece. Though it weigh ed less than five pennyweights, it was composed of l? 0 different pieces and was provided with the first ruby cylinder ever made. For this little ■ mechanical marvel Arnold received I from the king a present of 500 guin eas.—St. Louis Republic.