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Punch pictures the redskins' quarters atthe Wild West show, sketching as a conspicuous figure one of Buffalo Bill's Indians, magnificent of figure and pose, a splendid type of the abo-riginal American. The legend of the car-on is "Development of Species Under Civilization," and Punch makes one under-sized, monkey-faced Cockney say to his mate: "Arriet--'Ow, 'Arry! I s'y! H'yn't 'e a ugly cowve!"
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PERSONAL POINTS. Dr.H.W.Ravenel, the eminent South Carolina botanist, died at Aiken, in that State, July 17.
Secretary Whitney has sold "Grasslands," his country place, for $112,000. He paid $80,000 for theproperty in 1885.
H.Rider Haggard's mysterious "She" has been dramatized and produced at the Tivoli Opera House in San Francisco.
John Wanamaker sailed from New York Wednesday in the steamer Sasle for a six months' sojourn in Hamburg, Germany.
Miss Alice E. Freeman has resigned the presidency of Wellesley College. It is said she is about to marry a professor of Harvard. Mr. Blaine is largely interested in several Kennebee River ice companies and has made a good deal of money in that way. On the other hand, Mr. Sherman loses through the ice business.
Herr von Solemacher, a Catholic member of the Prussian House of Lords has been excommunicated for sending a challenge to fight a duel to Baron Scholemer, on of the leaders of the Center Party. Buffalo Bill and his troop of red men went to church in London the other day with all their war pain on. It was fun, apparently, for the Indians, but some of the children in the congregation though that their hour had come and yelled accordingly.
King Kalakaua is said by a recent arrival in San Francisco to plainly show the effect of dissipation, but appears to be quite at ease. He denied in Toto the story regarding the opium deal, and apparently never lost his temper, even when questioned closely regarding this scandal. His visitor, however, after a half hours conversation, came away thoroughly convinced that it was easier for his majesty to lie than to tell the truth. The last seen of Kalakana by any of the Australia's passengers was as he sat in his private office in his shirtsleeves a broad smile on his "fat, black face, writing" an epistle to his distant queen.
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NO CHOIR, ORGAN, NOR BRASS HORN.
Quaint Old Castles - Mountain and Lake Scenery Lucerne - Venice, Milam and the Apls - Prohibition in Europe.
Correspondence of The News. Venice, Italy, July 4 - The fame of Rev. C. H. Spurgeon is world-wide. His published sermons are very popular in America. Before leaving London I had the extreme please of listening one Sabbath day to a discourse from him in his own church - the Tabernacle. With a complimentary ticket from my landlord and under his direction, I took a cab, and after a three miles ride south and across the Thames I reached the church in time, and by a side entrance secured a good seat where I could see and hear distinctly. The seating capacity of the church is immense, holding comfortably over 7000 people. There are two large galleries, one above the other and extending all around and even behind the pulpit, which is high up and even with the first gallery. As usual the church was full, many being unable to get seats. Soon a heavy-set man with a large head, black hair and a full beard, dressed neatly in black.
COMMENCED THE SERVICES it was Mr. Spurgeon. The large pulpit in which he stood and the altar place, was crowded with his more ardent followers. There was no choir nor organ nor brass horn. The whole audience arose and sang together under the leadership of one man standing in the pulpit. I have heard church music, but never before did I hear such a swell of praise go up from so many thousand voices. Mr. Spurgeon is a plain, earnest, Christian orator, with much pathos and fuction. His articulation is faultless, his voice as clear as the tones of a bell. He is at no loss for language the right word being used in the right place every time. His sermon on this occasion was a powerful appeal for men and women to become practical Christians. Tears came to many eyes, and I believe every one went away resolved to lead a purer life. I will add that, although a Baptist Mr. Spurgeon advocates open communion; and on the above occasion invited all professed Christians to attend.
THE COMMUNION SERVICE. The American Exhibition in London is a stupendous failure and a farce. Its chief attraction is the entertainment given by Buffalo Bill with his Indians and pitching mustangs. They draw a crowd every day it is true, but America is exhibited as occupying a very low plane amog educated people.
Well, here I am in Venice, a glorious city in the sea. It is the sea all around and all through it. There is only from one to two feet tide water and it is this tide, bringing in every day the pure water of the Adriatic and carrying out much of the filth, which, added to the sea breezes, makes it one of the healthiest cities of the world. Strange to say, there are no horses nor carriages in Venice. From the railroad depot our party stepped into a gondola, and, and gondola standing at each end of the boat, they soon landed us opon the steps of the Grand Hotel. But I must go back a little. And first let it be observed that
RAILROADS HAVE PENETRATED every part of Europe. The Alps and the Appenines are no longer serious obstructions. If the railroad cannot easily get around, it goes under and through them. The St. Gotherd tunnel alone is nine miles and one-quarter in length. In twenty-four hours I was across the North Sea from England, through Belguim and at Cologne in Germany. The next day was a delightful one spent in steamboat ride up the Rhine. Reader, if you every visit Europe let me entreat you to sail up the Rhine, and with a field glass study the quaint old castles, whose walls are still standing, renowned each "in story and in song," and take in the sublime scenery all around you. For mountain and lake scenery combined I have seen nothing as yet which can equal that at Lucerne, in Switzerland. The mountains are close by, and tower among the clouds, the tops of many of them being as yet covered with snow. Often and for hours white clouds hang in festoons or
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Buffalo Bill feels on friendly terms with the queen. She respect him highly.
Tom Ochiltree claims to be a Scotchman. Grean men like to take their rise there.
The Princess of Battenberg is the elder of the two sisters and said to be the better.
England has a woman pilot. She directs the ways of the Water Lily, her husband's little boat.
J. P. Pomeroy, of Kansas, is something of a coal king. He owns over sixty thousand acres.
Fishermen all stand by their stories. The man who will tell one lie is always read to support it by telling another one.
President Cleveland and Attorney General Garland take off their coats these hot days and work justl ike other perspiring mortals.
It is said Valentine Bake Pasha drinks only brand. Considering the country Valentine lives in, he has chosen a pretty hot drink.
Mrs. Cleveland plays the paino and plays it well. A great many other American ladies do the same thing. It is an agreeable accomplishment.
John Tyndall is an Irishman with acquired English feelings. A man who crowds out his natural feelings and lets in foreign ones never does look well.
It is said in some places in the south to be considered prudish for a young lady to refuse a cigarette after dinner. The south ought to be full of prudish girls.
Another "rich beggar" has been discovered. This time he lived at Decatur, Ind. His wealth was not enormous, but it was found that he was worth about five thousand dollars.
The man who fired the last shot at Fort Sumter is one of the prominent guests at Satatoga. His name is General S. W. Carpenter. The old reminiscences make him a conspicuous figure.
Mark Twain doesn't care much for his literary fame. His ambition is to found a wealthy family He should be warned by the fate of Sir Walter Scott, who had the same ambition.
The empress of Russia is a tremendous eater, and has greatly impair her health by gluttony. Give it a chance, and the stomach will tyrannize over royalty just the same as it does of mediocrity.
Judge Hilton is a Saratoga. He keeps all the paraphernalia of style, but never puts it on. For instance, he keeps tweny-six horses and yet he does the most of his moving about on foot. The person who can put on style and don't do it is one in ten thousand.
In a recent article Mrs. Dinah Mulock Craik says women ough to leave bad husbands for the sake of the children, but she saves nothing about husbands leaving bad vices. Does the distinguished novelist have a moral philosophy that doesn't work both ways?
George Alfred Townsend is in Scotland and praises the energy of the people. He says "At this moment the Scotch are wresting from England and Ireland and Walce large portions of their commerce." It may also be observed that Scotland furnishes the people on these sister islands with a good deal of whiskey The Scotch are traders, workers and thinkers.
Sylvanus Cobb, jr., wrote one hundred and eighty long stories which were published in the New York Ledger. It is certain that not one of the whole lot will be remembered. Who can recall the name of one of the now' He wrote for the lower mass and the mass received him. The lower mass does not make a literature that endures. A lasting book must have the endorsement of the best minds.
