The New York Herald Newspaper, March 10, 1879, Page 5

AROUND THE WORLD. Notes of the Journey of General Grant to India. THE DEPARTURE FROM MARSEILLES. Revisiting Naples, the Medi- terranean and Egypt. ARRIVAL IN SUEZ. Binbarking for India---Life on the Red Sea-— How to Kill Time in Tropical Seas. LIFE IN THE AMERICAN COLONY. Picture of Daily Life in a Voy- age to India. ALEXANDRIA, Egypt, Jan. 29, 1879, When General Grant returned from Ireland on Jan+ Mary 9, 1879, he learned that the American man-of- war Richmond, which was to carry him to India, had not left the United States. ‘The London Times had announced its sailing on the 10th of December, and the General’s arrangements had been based upon the understanding that the Times’ despatch was true. The Richmond or any vessel leaving the United States in January must necessarily arrive in India too late to allow you tosee the country. The warm season comes, and all the Genoral’s advices were to tho effect that ho should be out of India by the 1st of April, He con- cluded to abandon the Richmond and leave Marseilles for Alexandria on the Labourdonnais, a steamer be- tonging to the Messagerie Maritime, and connect at Suez with the Peninsular and Oriental steamer. On the 24th of January, at noon, our party embarked on the Labourdonnais at Marseilles. There were several American friends to wish us a pleasant journey, and as we turned from the land locked bay suddenly into a high rolling sea we saw their handkerchio's waving ‘us alast farewell. Our party,as made up for the Indian trip, is composed of Genera! Grant, Mrs. Grant, Colonel Frederick D. Grant, Mr. A. E. Borie, for- morly Secretary of the Navy; Dr. Keating, of Phila delphia, a nephew of Mr. Borie, and the writer. It was remarked that a year ago we had visited Thebes, those of us who remained as members of the Grant party. Even in so small acompany time has made changes. The officers of the Vandalia, three of whom were the General’s guests on the Nile, have gone home. Jesse Grant is in California. Hurtog, the courier, does not go to India. Colonel Grant takes his brother's place. Mr. Borie came rather sud- denly. His health had not been good and the sea ‘was recommended as a restorative, and the General was delighted with the idea that one whom he held in so high honor would accompany him around the world. EN ROUTE FoR INDIA, * We left Marseilles without any special plans. India ‘4s a new country to the General, and the time of his stay there will depend upon how he is pleased with it. Before leaving London, Lord Laurence, formerly Viceroy of India, gave the General a memorandum of what could be done in a month in the way of seeing Sights. His Lordship informed the General that to visit India would require three months, and that g@6ing now, so late in the season. it will only be pos- sible to glance at the special points of interest. Lord Laurence proposes that after leaving Bombay the General should visit Allahabad, stopping one day at Beanne and another at Jullulpoor, on the Norbudda. ahabad is an important point on the great ‘railway ‘between Calcutta and Delhi. From Allah- ‘abad we should go to Cawnpore and make a detour across the Ganges to Lucknow, a name famous in the annals of the mutiny. From there wo should visit Agra, the Mohammedan capital of India, Agra Lord Laurence regards as worth two or three days’ study. From here we might go to Bhurtpoor and Sugpore, the capitals of two native chiefs dependent upon the government of India. The next point to visit is Dethi, where we should remain two or three @ays. From Delhi it is worth whilo to go by rail to Amballah, a large military encampment, and from thence to Simla, in the Himalayan Mountains, Simla is the summer residence of the Viceroy and the gov- ernment. After Simla Umballah should be seen and then Lahore, working.our way gradually east to Allah abad. From here we go to Calcutta, and from thence by steamer to Ceylon. GENERAL GRANT'S PROBABLE MOVEMENTS, Lord Laurence is so great an authority on India that unless General Grant is better advised on reach- ing Bombay this will be his route. I observe so much speculation in home papers as to the length and ob- ject of the General's Asian visit that I shall try and give you some information on the subject. General Grant himself has no plans. He hopes to be in Cali- fornia latein the summer or early in the autum He will spend some time on the Pacific coast visiting the scenes where he served in the army twenty-five years ago and which he has not visited since, He is extremely anxious to visit California, and would like to go through Mexico from the Pacific, but I have no idea that he will do so. He will in all probability so time his arrival in California and his departure for the East as to attend one of the annual army meetings in the fall. If he visits Mexico it will be in winter, going from New York to Vera Cruz. Theso are all the plans the General has made. The inter- vening time he will spend in India, China, Japan, and, if possible, in a run to Austraha, I do not think he will visit Australia, As to the time he will spend in these countries or when he will reach them no one can tell. The General himself is at the mercy of events and of the humor that seizes him as ho goes along. There is this, however—that he is a rapid and severe traveller, secings sights without do- Jay and always anxious to go on. Mr. Borie’s health, may to some extent affect the duration of the jour- ney. But, happily, Mr. Borie has shown a steady improvement sinco he came from home, and will probably put to shame the endurance and patience of that remnant of the expedition which is known as “the boys.” As to whother the General will embark or not on the Richmond will depend upon the movements of the vessel herself and the needs of the service. If he should encounter her on the way, and tound she was going in his direction, he would cahameee 4 wo with her, He ‘would be among frionds and countrymen, and so dasant wax his time on the Vandalia that he would ike to repeat the experiment. But his own plans are entirely 1 independent of the man-of-war, MARSEILLES TO NAPLES. Our life on the Labourdonnais may be briefly told, Tho Labourdonnais is an old-fashioned ship, not in the best of order and not very comfortable, The table was fair and the attendance middling. We were told that it was unfortunate that we had not taken some other ship on the line, which would have made all the erence in the world. How- of the Labour- safely through thereby earned our gratitude. L havo noticed in my seafaring experiences that the difference between # good ship and a bad one in their degrees of comfort is not essential, If you like tho sea, and have no terror for its tribulations, you will not be critical about the ship that bears you, If you do not like the sea, damask and sandalwood and spices from Ceylon, with M. as your cook, would not make it welcome. Our first hours on the Mediterrancan were on # high sea, but on the second day the sea went down, and we had charming yachting weathor. On Friday, the 24th of January, wo passed between Corsica and Sardima, having view of the som- bre coasts of the former island, On the 25th, about noon, Ischia came in sight, and through the hazy atmosphore we could trace the faintest outline of Vosuvius. The sea was so calm that wo were en- abled to sail so near the shores of Ischia as to note the minntest form of geolo eal strata and distin- uish minor objects on the shore, Ischia is a beau- ful island, and we noted smiling villages and invit- is bits of sunshine and greenery as we sailed along. hen, as the atternoon shadows lengthened, wo en the island, and, leaving Capri to our right, esting under a cloudy canopy of azure and 1, ‘we sailed into the of Naples, A year had almost passed since We left Naples, But the glorious beauty bf the bay was as fresh as ever, and as we noted spot after spot in the landscape—the King’s palace, the eage where Brutus found refuge after Cadar's death, jue scene where Pliny witness:d the destruction of the cities of Sorrento and Pompeii, tho range of shining hills, the convent lookin, down from a beetling crag, which we climb one December day; the anchorage of the Vandalia, and above ali the towering volcano trom which camo smoke and flame—it was as if we were meeting old friends. We came into the harbor and old friends came on board in the mm of Mr. Maynard, our Minister to Turkey, and Mr. Duncan, our Consul to Naples. e Doctor and I went ashore to make sure of & telegraphic message that it was my duty to send, but it was so late in the afternoon that none of the ‘ty followed our example, aud as the sun went jowh we steamed out to sea, ‘The last we saw of the city yas Vesuvius, the smoke resting above it in a de} wayy cloud and the flames flashing like a bea- con in the calm summer air. THROUGH THE MEDITERRANEAN, On the morning of the 26th, the Sabbath, Mr. Borie, who has earned the first prize for early rising, came to my berth and said that Stromboli was in sight. Last year when we sailed through these ands Stromboli was drenched in showers and mist, and when Lieutenant Strong pointed out the volcano from the quarterdeck of the Vandalia all I could see was a mass of rain and fog, But here we were sailing under the shadow of this ancient and famous island, What we saw was a volcano throw- f inj ble, fretful manner, in Naples May, houses at the base, evidently @ village. Iocan understand a pon many puzzling things the older I grow—why Brooktyn will remain an independent city, why New Jersey doves not become annexed to Pennsylvania and New York; why an Ohio man may resign office—but I cannot conceive any reason for human beings living in Stromboli. They are at the absolute mercy of the sea and the furnace; they are far away from neigh- bors and refuge and rescue. It must be to gratity some poetic instinct, for Stromboli is poetic enough, And now we are coming, with every turn of our screw, into thé land of classic and religious fame. These islands through which we are sailing are the islands visited by the wandering Ulysses. This rock that we study through our glasses in the gray morning light is the rock of Scylla, oul, we sail over Charybidis. This town that louks ‘very modern, on whose white roofs the sun shines with adazzling glare,is Reggio, which in hdly days was called Rhegium. It was here that Paul landed after Syracuse and Malta adventures, carry- ing with him the message of Christ, going from this spot to preach the Gospel to all mankind. WAREWELL 10 KUROPE. We pass Etna on the leit, but the mighty moun tain is wrapped in mist and cloud and snow. We sail through the Messina Straits, the sea scarcely rip- pling, and we are soon again in the open sea, the land fading from view. On the second mor! we pass close to Crete and see the snowy mountain ranges on that glorious and unhappy island, At noon they fade, the line of snow becoming @ line of haze, and as we bid Crete farewell we say farewell to Europe, for we head directly toward ypt and the Red Sea and India, and who knows what beyond. Farewell to Europo, and farewell to many a bright and happy hourspent on its shores, of which all that now remains is the memory. KOTHEN. On the evening of the 2th of January—this being the evening of tie seventh day of our journey from Marseilles—we came to an anchor outside of the har- bor of Alexandria, There was some disappointment that we did not enter that evening, but we were an hour or so late, and so we swung at anchor and found what consolation we could in the eurapturing glory of an Egyptian night. In the morning when the sun arose we picked our way into the harbor, and when we came on deck we found ourselves at anchor, with Alexandria before us—her minarets looking almost gay in the fresh light of the mornin; sun. A boat came out about eight, bringing General ©. P. Stone, Mr. Furman, our Consul General; Mr. Salvago, our Consul in Alexandria, and Judge Morgan, of the International Tribunal. Stone came General with kind messages trom the Khedive and the hope we mignt be able to come to Cairo. But this was not possible, as we had to connect with our English steamer at Suez, and Suez was a long day's journey. ‘So ull that was left was that we should pull ashore as rapidly a8 possible and drive to the train. The Censul General, with prudent foresight, had ar- ranged that the train should wait for the General, and thus it came that our ride through Egypt, from Alexandria to Suez, was curing the day, and not as otherwise would have happened during the long and weary night, © RAILROADING IN EGYPT—SUNNY, SANDY SUEZ— PYRAMIDS PLENTIFOL, BUT NOT 80 THE OMNI- BUSES. Suxz, Jan. 30, 1879. I dated my last letter at Alexandria, although there ‘was no reason for doing so. We only remained long enough to allow me to ask Mr. Salvago to post it. You must not be particular about dates and places in this correspondence. I must have a date and a: place for each letter just as you have a peg for your hat, but whatI try todo isto give you as much of the history of our journey around the world as may interest friends at home, with impressions of the people and the lands we see. The only value theso impressions can have is a small one. It is simply the old places seen with new eyes. When I tell my story of ‘the East, as I havo had occasion to do before, I feel how much remains to be told, and how feeble are all efforts to picture these changing scenes, which change from hour to hour; for every hour brings us farther from our own civilization and nearer « civilization which ages ago was the marvel and the glory of the world. THROUGH THE FIELDS AND THE DESERT. Pleasant it was to see Egypt again, although we only saw it through the windows of a hurrying train. Pleasant, too, it was to land in quiet, unos- tentatious fashion, without pomp and ceremony and pachas in waiting and troops in line, the blare of trumpets and the thunder of guns. ‘Tho escape from a salute and a reception was a great com- fort to the General, who seemed to enjoy having no one’s hands to shake, to enjoy a snug cor- ner in an ordinary railway car, talking with General Stone and Mr. Borie and the Consul General. The train waited a half hour for us, and would have been detained longer but for the energy and genius shown by Hassan—our old friend Hassan, who ac- companied us on the Nile. Hassan came’ down to meet the General in his full consular uniform, and when he found that a train was waiting, and that wo were behind, he took command at once. There was not an idle Arab on the quays who was not pressed into the service by Hassan, and shortly alter we reached our station our bags apd bundles came after us in a kind of procession—a_hur- ried, scrambling procession. Hassan, in high words, stick in hand, calling out—let us hope—words of sym- pathy and encouragement. Hassan, as the official guard of the Legation, wearing « sword, is an au- thority in Egypt, and I am afraid he used his au- thority to the utmost in having our traps and par- cols carried from the wharf to the train. Our ride to. Suez was without incident, and Egypt as seen from the car windows was the same Egypt about which so much has been written. The fields w green, The air was clear and generous. The train people were civil. When Arabs gathered at our doors to call for backsheesh in the name of the prophet Hassan made himself, not — with- out noise and t, beneficent influ- =.) ence. The General chatted with St ne about school times at West Point, about friends, about the new days—and one fears the evil days—that have tallen upon His Highness the Khedive. Mr. Borie made various attempts to see the Pyramids from the cars, and talked over excursions that some of us had made, and we came near remaining in Cairo tor another steamer to enable him to visit the Pyramids and the Sphinx, and the Serapeum at Memphis, whore were buried the sacred bulls. But we aro late for India, and Mr. Borie would not consent to the sacrifice of time on the General's part, and so wo keep on to Suez, SUERZ AND THE RED SEA. ‘The sun is down, and the lingerin Egyptian sunset light up the desert he Ked Sea with a variety of tints, and the sky is a dome of glowing light—so intense and clear and vast that it affects you like music—as we come into Suez, ‘There are our friends the dusky boys and Arabs in muslin, and a tall Arab with # turban, carrying « lantern, who leads the way to the hotel." The dogs are out in chorus, and Hassan, having conscripted all the Arabs in sight and made them burden bearers, puts them in march and gives us his compan: We enter Suex walking in the middle of a sandy lane, Hassan, with @ stick, in the advance, lowdlly making his authority known to all. Mra Grant and General Stone and the rest of us bring up the rear, As the road is through sand and is rather along one Mr. Borie casts reflections upon & civilization which, although boasting of the Sphinx and the Pyramids, does not have hotel omni- buses and coaches like Philadelphia, I mention to my honored friend that this was the place where Moses crossed the Red Sea and Pharaoh was drowned, and that from our hotel you could see tho well where | the Isractites halted while Miriam sang her song of | triumph and joy. But my honored friend it see why that should keep oPrek from having com- f le coaches, and not make visitors tramp and tramp h narrow, sandy lanes, 1 do not attempt to parry my friend’s criticism, I have my own opinions & civilization which, although it built ak, has no omnibuses, and it in not pleasant to tramp and drag through the sand, not exactly sure where you are going. In timo, however, we caine to our hotel—to welcome and supper. FOR INDIA. Tho hotel of Suez was, I am told, formerly harem of one of the Egyptian princes. You oat sit on your baloony and look out on the Red Sea—on the narrow line Of water which has changed the commerce of the world, and which is the Suez Canal. Suez is a small, clean town—clean from an Oriental standard, We drove around it next morning on donkeys, and went through the bazaars, We drove into the suburbs and saw ® Bedouin camp, and, having driven all over the town in half an hou ne having nothing else to do, we drove all over it two or three times, The boat which was to carry us to India had not arrived, Sho was blocked in the canal. Wo might have to remain all night and the next day. Lverybody begins to regret that we had not gone to Caird and come to Suez on the morrow. But about five in the afternoon the masts of the Peninsular and Oriental steamer Venetia began to loom up above the sands, Everything was hurried on the der, As the sun went down went on boatd the steamer, Mr, Farman and Genoral Stone remaiting watil the shadows of an NEW YORK HERAL last moment to say farewell. About eight in the evening of January 31 the last farewell is spoken, we feel the throbbing of the vessel beneath us and know that at lgst we are off for India. LIFE ON THE RED SEA—-GETTING UP ORIENTAL COMPLEXIONS—FROM ; DARLINGTON BUTTER TO MOUNT SINAIL, On THE Rep Sxa, Feb, 6, 1879. Adjusting one’s self to life at sea, among the odds aud ends of mankind that you meet on a steamer in strange far lands, isa good deal like dealing a hand at whist, How will the cards turn out? Will they run wellorill? I generally ask myself that question the first day at sea, as Ilook down the table and try to read the faces of those-who are to be companions for days and weeks, conrpanions in the closest rela- tion. How will the cards. run? ‘That imposing per- son who talks in @ strident key, that glaring lady who recites her high acquaintances, shall we find them kings aud queens when we come to need their true value, or will they be useless cards in a short suit that it will be a comfort to throw away? We are the only Americans of the company sailing on the good ship Venetia, and we form a colony of our own. We have pre-empted a small claim just behind the wheel, in the stern of the vessel. There is a grating about six fect square a foot above the deck. Here you can lounge and look out at the tumbling waves that come leaping ufter, or look into the deep ultramarine aud learn what the waves have to say. Here, if you come at any hour of the day, and ata good many hours of the night, you will find the memberf6f our expedition. Mrs. Grant sits back in a sea chair, wearing a wide brimmed Indian hat, swathed in a blue silk veil. There is the sun to fight, and our ladies make themselves veiled prophetesses and shrink from his presence. The General has fallen into Indian ways enough to wear ahelmet, which shields the face. The helmet is girded with a white silk scarf, which falls over the neck. We all have helmets, which wo bought in Suez, but only wear them as fancy seizes us, Mr. Borie has one which cost him cight shillings, an imposing affair, but no persuasion has as yet induced him to put it on. Dr. Keating wears his so con- stantly that an impression is abroad that he sleeps init, This, I fear, arises from envy of the Doctor, who takes care of himself aud comes out of his cabin every morning neat enough to stroll down Chestnut street, and nof, like the rest of us, abandoned to flan- nel shirts and old clothes and frayed cuffs and cracked, shiny shoes, WHAT DO WE DO WITH OURSELVES? As Iwas saying, if you came on board the good ship Venetia you would find the expedition encamped on the rear grating. What do we do with ourselves? Kill time. I cannot see that we do anything else. I am writing this in the morning, for instance, and as I write six bells are struck. Well, six bells mean that itis just cleven o'clock, All the passengers are on deck walking, reading, chatting, knitting, nursing children—killing time! Tho ship goes on in a lazy, lounging motion. Mrs. Grant looks out of her cloud of blue silk, She has brought up the interesting, never failing question of mails. That isthe theme which never dies, for you see there are boys at Dbome, and if only boys knew the interest felt in their writings what an addition it would be to our postal revenues. Colonel Gran| curled up in a corner, is dcep in “Vanity Fair. Tho Colonel is assuming a tine bronzed mahogany tint, and it is suggested that he will soon be as brown as Sitting Bull. You see it is the all-conquer- ing sun who is having his will upon us. I am atraid the General’s complexion failed him years ago, in the war days, and I do-not see that the sun can touch him further. But the rest of us begin to look like meerschaum in various degrees of hue. What shall we be when we reach Indie? THh GENERAL AND MR. BORIE. Well, the mail question sinks and the talk drifta one way and another. Did you ever observe how talk drifts when reople are killing time? I am sit- ting on the deck, twisted up, with the edge of the grating fora table. I have tried to write in all parts of the ship—my stateroom, the cabin, various cor- ners of the deck. I could have managed in the state- room but for the fact that on the deck overhead was a barn yard of animals—sheep, ducks, chick. ens, turkeys, awaiting the inevitable doom Whenever the bell strikes or the ship lurches there is a barn yard chorus which is not conducive to literary composition. So, after all, the edge of the grating is the best place, for the sea is around me and the skies are above, and when I weary of writing Ican do mig share in the idle chat- ting and help kill time. ir. Borie is just a little homesick. A few minutes ago he asked mo, seeing a pen in myshand, to write him down “donkey” tor seeking at his time of lite to go around the world, But Mr. Borie, although the oldest, is in some re- spects the LL oad of the party, and wagers have been offered that he will shoot the first tiger. Between Mr. Borie and exists a friendship that is beautiful to seo in a world where triendship is not always what it should be, ‘I feel homesick for Mr. Borie,” the General said in Paris the other day, when it was uncertain whether our friend had arrived or not. Iam quite sure that no influence could have induced Mr. Borie to venture around the world but his desire to be with General Grant. Sealife agrees with him. He has been talking about his hun- dred days in the Navy Department, as Secretary of the Navy. [am sorry to say that he speaks of that high place asahole. The Gencral has been teasing the ‘ex-Secretary about the difficulty he found in making him resign, and remarks that he made a good many democrats in his time by torcing republicans to re- sign, but that somehow Mr. Boire had not Lecome 4& democrat. I will not repeat the emphasis with which the ex-Secretary received the suggestion that, under any circumstances, he could a ocrat. And so the talk ripples on—killing time. KILLING TIME, The beardless members of th expenition have re- solved not to trouble their ls until we reach home. He who touches razor is to pay the others a penalty. ‘This is one of the ways in which people at sea kill time. The Doctor looks as if he regrets the compact, for the truth is that the beardless ones begin to look like hair brushes in various processes ot manufacture, and there are several young ladies on board, and a@ handsome young man like the Doctor would rather not have to depend upon his eyes alone in making his wa; ito the deck society. We try to read. I came on board laden with intormation—cyclopm- dias, almanacs, guide books, old numbers of New York newspapers, 1 had out for myself a plan of study between Suez and Aden, between Aden and Bombay, T meant, for instance, to tell the readers of the Heratp all about India, about tigers and Maharajahs and rupees and pagodas. Somehow one always makes resolutions of this serious kind when beginning long journeys. Iam ashamed to say all my useful books are down in my cabin. Tlooked at them this morning as I was dressing in aruminatory mood, and thought of readers at home hungering about India, and resolved to begin and cram myself with knowledge. But Llooked out the open win- dow and there was the sea, flushed with feathery tufts of waves; a fresh, cool breeze coming from the shores of Arabia—so, cool, so green, #0 win- some that I could not deny its solicitings, and when Dbroakfast was over Icame to our Ame encamp- ment and coddled myself around this wooden grat ing, not to write useful facts about India, but to kill time. the General there DARLINGTON BUTTER. Mr. Borie has fished up a recent copy of the Phila- delphia Ledger and is reading the financial column, and wishes, among other things, that he had some Darlington . Somehow, when talk runs low on the question of mails it is apt to drift into butter. The ship butter ts not very good, and it is serv. jars, out of which you dig it with a knife. Can to a well ordered, conservative Philadelphia mind than to have his but- ter put before him in a jar and scooped out with a knite or the useless end of a spoon? He knows how much better it is at home—the butter cold, and hard and sweet, moulded into dainty shapes, decorated with green leaves, and as you vat it suggesting meadows and sunshine and new-mown hay. If you have lived in Philadelphia and know how large a part butter gerforms in the etvilization of that city of comforts and homes you will appre- ciate the exact feelengs of one of her honored citizens, as, sitting here and looking out upon the blue sea and the Sinai derert beyond, he thinks of Chester county and of wi Mr. Darlington has done to smooth the path of ‘The Colonel is deep in “Vanity Fair.” Lenvy him his first knowledge of that profound and noble book. Ho is adding to his list of feminine acquaintances Rebecca, wite of Rawdon Crawley, better known as Becky Sharp. Some one asks him how he gets on with Becky, “Famousty,” he answers, “I know her like a book. She used to |i in Washington,” and 80 on, giving Us a bit of his ny. Somehow, every- body who reads “Vanity Fair” knows Becky Sharp. iknow her myself years and years ago, and do re- member how I was on the point of falling madly in love with her, and how her f: comes back to me with her wonder green eyes—olive greon—which sho used to call olivaster, aud how she kept her friendships as she did hep gloves ina box with perfumes, putting tho old onts at the bottom and the new ones at the top. But she married and went West, and has had chills and fever and children, and the Jast time I met her was in the capital with a paper which she wanted Sonatory to sign—a paper asking for an ete, Aud although time and chills and fever and maternity had deepened the lines, her eyes were as green as ever—olive green—and she waa cheerful and friondly, and called one by & wrong name, and recalled our pleasant acquaintance in @ city where L had never resided, and, no doubt, would have | bewitched me again if @ famous Senator had not passed, and she hopped off trom the green to the riper fruit and left me to go my way. Yea, I knew Becky—knew her well, and I see her green eyes now as I sit dling on this Indian vessel, looking into the waves and killing time. A WORD IN VINDICATION | And yet somehow Lean't help thinking that tho | great master was not just to Becky Sharp, Barring the behavior to little Rawdon I do not see that Becky was any worse than those with whom she was sur rounded; and how much she had to fight against— low birth, poverty, uuwholesome education. ureon D, MONDAY, MARCH 10, 1879.—TRIPLE SHEET. eyes and red hair, She was better than any of the Crawley family, male or female, except Lady Jane—better than either of the Osbornes— better than Jos Sedley, and I am sure she was not guilty in her relations with the | Marquis of Steyne. And if the Colonel had not al- | lowed his temper to head him off Iam sure she would have made Pitt a peer as she would have made her | husband 4 governor, and earned money enough to have moved in the highest—society. Idon't think | it fair to heap all the odium on poor Becky, and if I had time, if 1 did not find itso much more pleasant to lounge around the deck and kill time, 1 would | present the case at length, and ask for a court of in- quiry on poor Becky in vindication of her char- acter, Time does that, for time is more indulgent than public opinion. aracter is a good deal like clothing—it lasts jod and makes us comely and presentable. But intellect is the gem which be- comes an heirloom and generations worship. Who, for instance, in the early years of this century would have exchanged a reputation like that of Wilberforce for one like that of Lord Byron? Who would not be | glad to make the exchange now? Time will avenge | Rebecca, and long after we forget all about Amelia | and the Irishwoman—whosge name has escaped me, but I think it was O'Dowd—and Dobbin, long after the good people have become shadows, Rebecca's reen eyes will beam on us, and we will applaud her in the pantomime and wish that she could havo | coaxed ten times a thousand pounds out of Lord | Steyne. So does Time do justice to us all. MOUNT SINAL. The shining line of sand and the mountain range upon which Mr. Borie was gazing when his thoughts wandered back to Darlington butter and old Phila- delphia is called Sinai—so some one tells us—and how suddenly the'whole scene assumes a new color and lights up with a sacred beauty, as all our child- hood memories of the mount where God appeared to Moses flash over it. The captain tells us, in a quiet, business-like, matter of course tone, that the moun- tain to the right, the lesser of the peaks, is Sinai. All glasses are directed toward the memorable sum- mit. It was here that the Lord gave the Ten Com- mandments. ‘And all the people saw the thunderings, aud the lightnings, and the noise of the trumpet, d the mountain’ smoking: and when the people ww it, they removed, and stood afar off.” What we see is an irregular, jagyed peak, the outlines dimmed by the long distance from the seashore, The wilder- ness upon which the people of Israel encamped, and through which they wandered, seems, as far as we can see it through our glasses, to be # wide, barren, sandy plain—a fragment of the desert which has been appearing aud reappearing ever since Alexandria, I am told that near Sinai there is vegetation, that monasteties flourish at the base ot the mount, and that # pilgrimagd is not dificult and interesting. ii leads to a Bible talk, which helps to kill time, and one of the campment, atter a patient search, finds out the wpters in Exodus which tell the majestic story, and is it aloud, all but the commandments, which we are supposed to know. It is noticeable in these journeyings, and in comparing passages of the Bible with what we see, that the geography is perfect— as accurate as though it described the scenes of everyday life. You observethis throughout the Holy Land, and no matter how much you may question the action of the sacred story, ana God forbid that I should intrude upon the awful mystery, for I came into these lands believing, humbly be- Hieving, what his been consecrated by generations of ‘devout and pious men. No matter what your own commentaries may be upon Sacred Writ, you see that those who wrote the holy pages saw the very scenes upon which we are gazing—the shining sands, 6 primrose und golden skies, the brown, empurpled ‘ills, the rolling, deep, dark-blue sea, And so we kill time! GLIMPSES OF HOME. The mails! Somehow we drift back to the mails and latest dates, and all that is doing in far America, A Ledger came out of the depths this morning, and now some one finds # Heranp anda London Times two days later than when we embarked ut Marseilles. And forthe moment we are as travellers in a desert upon whom the raindrops fall, so thirsty are we for news. Do you know the depths of comfort in a flimsy newspaper? You must find it as it comes to us now in the middle of the Red Sea. Tnever knew, for instance, how much pleasure you could tind in commercial reports, and the ship- ping and advertisements, and California mining stocks. ‘The editorials are the least interesting, and one who earns his livelihood in composing leading articles and educating public opinion sees how litt.e there is, after all, in these profound discussions. What do we care for resumption or the Indian ques- tion or the corruptions of public life? Friends, be patient on that subject. We were looking at Mount Siani. It was so far away that you could not sce the caverns and fissures and scrubby growths—only the outlines of its beauty and its purple bloom, When you are far from home, down in those warm, low latitudes, killing time as you steam on, on and on, past the shores of Arabia, steadily on toward the Kquator—how America fades way and becomes a thing of beauty and grandeur, and you see nothing of our dear land but its glory audits strength! Away with the slanders and re- roach! Let us put aside the editorials and see ome in the quaint entreaties of advertisements of men seeking employment aud merchants offering wares, of ships coming home from sea, of marriages and deaths. It surely cannot be so bad a land, for there is honest purpose in these tones, and you feel as you pass trom summons to summons, froin entreaty to entreaty, as it your hand were resting on the pulse of the dear motherland and you felt the beating of her heart far, far uway. And here comes @ ministering angel in blue, with gilt uniformed but- tons, who has been in the hold rummaging the In- dian mails, and we have letters, later by two days thau when we left Marseilles. And so in communion with our dear ones at home we kill time. OUR FELLOW PASSENGERS, While we keep our encampment on the grating in the stern and have our life circling from hour to hour in easy, idle fashion, there is another world about us with which we slowly establish relatious. The companions of our voyage are mainly English, bound tbr India, he other morning there was muster, and the ship's company tell into line. Hindoos, Mussulmans, Chinese, Egyp tiaus, Nubians—it seemed’ as if all the na- tions of the Oriental world had been put under contribu@ion im order that the good ship Venetia should make her way trom Suez to Bombay, The Venetia iscommanded by Englishiuen and served by Orientals. To those unaccustomed to the Oriental it is strange at first to see these quaint forms floating around you, They have as w general thing clear, well cut taces, thin, lithe limbs, and m about like cats. We have no type in America that re- sembles the Hindoo. They have not the strength or vigor of our Indians, but have kinder faces and a higher intelligence. ‘‘Tuey have more character than the Atrican types, and 1 can weil understand the development ot the race to a high point of civilization, They seem to be good servants, doing their work with celerity and silence. A group will move around the decks, sweeping, swabbing, haul- ing ropes, or what not, all silent and all busy. A party of laborers in our country would chatter and chirp and sing, and find some means of throwing lite and harmony into their labors. The Indians are like 80 many machines, At night they cuddle up in all corners, and as you pass between decks you step over blanketed torms. They have the simplest raiment—blue cotton gowns for work, white cotton gowns for ceremony, I saw them in their gala dress on inspection, and the trim, well cut forms in flowing white gowns, with browa bare feet, scarlet aud yellow turbans, scarlet and blue handkerchiefs around the waist, were pictur- esque and odd, and, on first glimpses, of indian color. ‘Lhe good ship Venetia, on which we are sail- . is one of the Peninsular and Oriental hne—a ous line—which conn England with her Asitic possessions. The Venetia isa clean, bright ship, built to fight the sun. The builders were thinking of the sea and the air, Our Atlanuc is are meant for stormy scas, are strong and clumsy compared with these light, ¢racetul vessels of the tropics. These staterooms are pierced with crannies, a8 many as will let in the air and keep out the sea. The decorations are in wood, varnished and oiled woods, The cabin is high, and over the dining table swing long tana or punkahs, which are kept in motion when we are at table, The table is good, with a predominance of curry and poultry. At nine we have breakfast, at one o'clock luncheon. We dine at six, and if we care to havo tea it will be given at eight. Lhe food is good and the wines tar, But wuat impresses you about the ship is the discipline. L have seen nothing so perfect since I left our man- ot-war Vandalia, and you feel so admirable in dis- cipiine, as if your ship was in the hands of a strong, brave man, and that you could fight and conquer any wind or any sea, MAKING FRIENDS. ‘The process of becoming ucquainted among the deck people gous ou slowly. buglishmen are shy, and we Americans who hold camp in the corner find society among ourselves and are not t stray. ‘There are several children on board Grant has captured the the peppermint and chocolate we have only a skirmishing acquaintance with our fellow travellers. We begin to kuow them in a kind of Indian fashion; not by their Chris- tain names, but by attributes. One of them is a peer, and it was a day or two betore we pinned him down, and for this day or two we did not Know but that any man whom we passed on deck might be @ noble lord, The Doctor discovered him, and we now know His Lordship by his gray hat. Another is an officer with a lame leg. This officer tried to kill a tiger, but the tiger in its agony clawed him so that he limps until this day. This gentioman becomes an object of in- terest to us, especially to Colonel Grant. The Colonel has Jaid out a campaign of titer shooting and has compiled @ list of friends, juding General Sheridan and most of the commuis- officers in the Military Division of the Mis- souri, to whom on his return he p’ presenting his tiger skins. So the spectacle of an officer co but The Doc- refers to attack his tiger with strychnine, Tho eral says he has no interest in sport of any kind and never bad, while Mr, Borie remarks that he does not know that he has any grudge against tigers. My own resolution is unalterable. 1 shall earn my laurels as @ tiger slayer in Fairmount Park, where the tiger and I will be on more equal terms than in the jungle. We have a clergyman who reads the ser vice with emphasis and feeling, and who floats about in #iry summer costume, We have @ tamous trav- eller who has been all over America, all over the world, and with whom we have been comparing notes, We have the Englishman who knows « grqpt deat about America and is curious to know more. | Imparting information under these circumstances | is really @ process of elementary instruction, I am interested in the foreign friena who knows our country | well, His facts become so entangled that you find yourself constuntly informing him that Pennsyl- vania did not secede, that Stonewall Jackson is dead, that General Lee was in the Southern not the Northern army, that Washington is not the capital ot New York, that re are no Indians in Massachw setts, and that American statesm do net find a short term of imprisonment essential to success iu really had killed @ tiger interests the Colonel. for the rest of us the effect is depressing, to public life. The average Englishman knows as much about America as the average American knows about Manitoba, and 1 am never surprised at these questions. After all there is no easier way of killing time. And when | think of those useful books on India lying unread in imy@eabin, and the prodigious extent and variety of my own igno- Trance about the very country to which we are drivin on through this soft, whispering » to others and tell all Lknow patiently, not knowing | » 1am indulgent | ! when L may not be a seeker for knowledge myselt— | and, us fur as India is concerned, knowledge of the primitive kind. SEA LIFE IN THE TROPICS. Life on board these tropical ships is a constant seeking for comfort, Every hour we yo to the south. Yesterday at noon—yesterday being Monday, Febru- ary 3, I87—we were in latitude 19 deg. 50 min., longitude 38 deg. 45 min, At n to-day ou position was latitude 11 dey. 11 min., longi- tude 41 deg. 09 min. To-morrow we hope to see Aden. Aden is at the mouth of the Red Sea, Every hour we move into a warmer atmosphere ‘The General looks at the tropical prospect with composure, and tells of his own experience in the regions of the equator, when with a company of infantry he found hunselt in Panama in July ‘and the cholera came among his people. ‘The rest of us are planning what to do when the weather becomes really warm. My own private opinion is that the Hindoos have soived the problem, and that if we only could array ourselves in loose cotton robes and yo about in bare feet it would be comfort. Our English friends blossom out in various tints of ray and white, and the deck assumes tie aspect of a une yachting party on Long Island Sound. But the Englishman is # comfort seeking animal. Our cabins nd ax can be, and all over the ship there are ing air, fans for moving the air, space and cleanliness, In the matter of cleanli- ness nothing could be better than the Venetia. ‘Twenty-three hours out of the twenty-four seem de- voted to scrubbing, and from bow to stern she is ay bright and clean as a model housewife’s dairy. 1 observed that one of the passengers who had been in India and knew the ways of the Ked Sea had his bed carried up on deck aud slept under the stars. The example seemed a good one, and the second night of our yoyage my bed was made on the skylight. I preferred camping on our grating, but one of the officers told me that if I slept on the grating the moon would shine in my face with ap- pulling results; that in India to sleep with the shining in one’s face was a feariul thing. question of what the moon would do became an interesting theme. The lady of the American en- campment quite confirmed the evil reports about the moon. The General recalled the many, many nights when, with no pillow but the base of a tree and no covering but the universe, he slept under a full and beaming moon. However, L move myself under the awning and sleep. It would be much bet- ter thay the cabin but tor the scrubbing, the heaving ter ten he Gate nat mc emmath acne aoe If Lopen my eyes Lam ‘sure to find a purring, creep- ing Indian with a broom or a brush cleaning some- thing. Butin tizae you become used to this, and you sleep with soft breezes from Arabia blowing upon you, and if you awake from. your dreams around you is the sea and above you the heavens in all their glory. NIGHT AT SKA. We are most of us night birds—with the exception of Mr. Borie, whose hour is the morning. We sat up last night very late, and even then there was a sup- plementary hour in our cabins, the General being on the theme of our medical service during the war, and we listened as he told of the modest heroism of the medical staff. And when midnight struck, and I came on the deck to find my cot on the sky- light, 1t seemed impossible to sleep. About me were fellow passengers sleeping, some on benches, some on the grating, some on the deck, Above us was the glowing night. L don't know what life would be without its midnights. I suppose it is the habit which you acquire in early newspaper ser- vice, when you labor at midnight that the world may have the news at sunrise; but midnight in a great city, im London, in New York, in. Paris, has’ always been ‘a useful hour. Here is midnight on the Red Sea, One should go to bed, but how can you resist the temp- tation tu lounge back in a corner and have an hour with yourself—with yourself and Im- mensity? ‘To-night we are to see the South- ern Cross. You lounge in your corner and study the sky and the sea and the scene around you and watch the smoke of your cigar circle around the planets—that constellation, for instance, that clus- ter of stars which used to shine upon your child- ish, wondering eyes. I suppose people at home are looking at it and thinking if the light tuat falls upon them also falls upon those who wan- der aj i! on tar seas. The officer walks the bridge, watching the sky and sea. The bell strikes anda voice calls ‘“All’s well,” and voices answer ‘All's well,” and you feel that brave men watch over ae as they drive this huge machine through the willing waves. y few moments a guard slides along sve- ing that all's well, giving you a cheerful good evening as he passes, wondering perhaps why you have not gone to bed with better folks; wondering what should keep any one awake who could go to bed. ‘The sailors come and throw the log. You watch the dripping rope that comes in and make a mental wager with yourself as to the ship's pace. ‘Twelve knots," I say to myself. ‘Eleven and a half, sir.” The sails are up, for we are saving every breeze that will help us along to Aden. Well, you draw your shawl over you and “rawi upon the skylight. Before the sun rises you are awakened, The decks must be cleaned. Your ser- vant comes and tells you that your bath is ready. The bathing arrangements ure pertect. After the bath you come on the deck and find the early birds of the voyage hopping around in bare feet and the faintest raiment, For this hour the ship is yiven over to passengers walking around in bare feet, trying tv kill time. Your servant comes again with @ pint of coftce, and you sip it in a kind of sheeted ghostly company—friends coming from the bath and going to the bath. At nine breakfast aud woman come on the scene, and our friends re- appear in cool white linen garments to get through the day—the hot and weary day—io kill time. ADEN. We bathe a good deal und doze a good deal and read, We do anything that does not require effort. We are most of Us in various stages of 4 novel, ali but the General, who is skimming throagh Mr. Itus- sell’s book on the Prince of Wales’ Indian tour. Mr. Borie hay a tranquil novel and the Doctor an excitin, one, whieh he says is unreal, while the Colonel, as £ before remarked, has fallen a victim to the bewiteh- meuts of Mme. Rawdon Crawley. Lam dying to read a novel, but how can I conscien- tiously with all’ those unread cyclopwdias and ‘guide books down stairs? S80 1 com- promise by trying to tell friends at hom we live at ea in the tropics—to give you of the life and adventures of an American their way to India. I am afraid you will say it is trivial and foolish, and that I might have » thing heroic, or spicy, or useful, and might made yawe of our Lnglish friends, or given you med- itations on the ancient world through which have journeyed, or anticipations of the mar world to which we aro steaming. It is possible, however, that friends at home would like to know ust how we kill time as we sail. For that purpose 1 have written this letter. As I close the paze we are coming to the port of Aden. We shall remain long enough to post letters, and while the winds are car- rying this over the seas to New York we shad be steaming on to Bombay. “SURRENDERED” POLICIES. Tho alleged “twisting” of policies by life insurance companies led to the passage of @ resolution by the State Legislaturc, February 18, calling upon the United States Life Insurance Company of this city to furnish, within ten days, a list of the policies surrendered to that corporation. ‘The preamble intimated that the company had re- tired $2,750,000 from the reserve fund, in favor of the stockholders and against the interests of the policy holders, At the expiration of ten days the resolution was amended by the Legislature so as to require the company to give # list of policies sur- rendered, lapsed or exchanged since January, 180%, to date; how much was paid policy holders and the method of payment. The company has had a force of clerks working night and day to furnish this information, and they completed their labors on Saturday, The report con- tains over three hundred thousand items, and is con- sequently @ ponderous document. There ave three methods of arranging payment tor the surrender of policies—by payment in cash, by issuing @ paid up policy and by issuing a new policy of insurance and allowing the amount due on the old policy to be used in the payment of premiums upon the new. The following will show the number of policies surrendered, lapsed or purchased by the United States Lite Company in ten years, with the anount and method of paym for the same:— Number of policies surrendered. . Amount of insurance. For the surrender of the al holders were paid :— In cash... In paid tp p be In new policies tor which old ones were exchanged. .....66 Notes returned. ‘The company in the report deni that it has retired $2,750,000 or any sum whatever by “twisting” or by any other system; that claims upon pollotcs were settled at the request of policy y holders and in the regular and lawtul way of busi- ness, In regard to the “numerous suite” brought ayainst the United States Life the report says ey are but two in number, and these are awaiting trial, SERVICE OF SPANISH SONG. A novel and enjoyable affair took place yesterday on board the ocean steamer Castilla, lying at the foot of Morton street. This vessel is the pioneer ship in the exportation of American wheat from this port fo Barcelona, Spain, and her commander, Cap- tain Joxé Capello, is a Catalan. Yesterday he re on board his ship the Gatalen Choral formed of Spanish merchants and gentlemen residing. in this city. This society is devoted to the interpretation and perpetuation of the national music and folk songs of Catalonia, especially the ex- quisite melodies composed by Juan A. Clare. After an excellent repast was discussed in the saloon of the ner the chorus of the Union, numbering thirty voices, sang a number of Catalan songs under the leadership ot Seflor Mateu Sabater. The music was both wild and melodic and in many respects resem- bles the strange but beautiful chants of the Hun- garian Zigante or G: A number of Spanish jndies wore present during the choral recital by the vu aud evinced much pleasure at the entertain- and | illing time becomes really a coutest with the sun. | a THB AMBRICAN NAVAL AND COMMERCIAL EXPEDITION TO AFRICA, [From the Sierra Leone West African Reporter, Jan- uary 29, 1879.) The Americans are an eminently practical people, When we say this, however, we only repeat a truisia readily admitted by all the world. They make no useless experiments, and do not indulge in dreams of the unattainable. They excel in the ability to in- vent and construct articles for lessening human labor, for multiplying and relieving human energy, Their agricultural implements are marvels of luxury | compared to the instruments of husbandry still | used on farms in some European countries, With | one end of the earth to the other. the admirable implements they have invented the farmer feels that labor is sweet. They taught the world the practicability of flashing intelligence on the wings ‘of lightning from They now threaten to extinguish gas, having found a new and better way of illuminating the world, The expers ments of Mr, Edison, of New York, are watehed with the most intense anxiety by those in Europe who combine in their pursuits science with practice, but far more by those whose business is affected by the practical results of scientific discoveries in any particular direction. But to us one of the most important results of the working of the practical American mind, as well as one of the most potential of the schemes of modern commercial ingenuity and enterprise, is the expe- dition for the examination into the commer- cial capabilities of the east and west coasts of Africa, projected by the sagacious and philan- thropic mind of Commodore Shufeldt, of the United States Navy, aud most liberally seconded by his Gov- ernment. The Commodore, in charge of the United States flagship Ticonderoga, arrived in this port on the 15th inst. with a complete staff of scientific men for exploring and surveying work. ‘The Commodore has been detained here by the question of the northwest boundary of Liberia soon to be discussed and settled by British and Liberian issioners, aud in which he has been requested 6 if necessary, When the work of the commission is over the Commodore will spend a short time on the Liberian coast, after which he will proceed on his exploring tour around the continent. We anticipate very important results to Africa and the United States from this novel expedition. ‘This is, however, no new effort on the part of the United States government to utilize its navy for the ad- vancement of science, of commerce and of human well being. *“The history of the American navy is in- terwovun with commercial enterprise upon the sea and linked to every act which has inade the nation great, It suppressed piracy in the Mediterranean, even when the great nations of Europe were paying tribute to the Barbary Powers. It swept the West India islands and adjacent seas clear of the pirate hordes, which had hitherto defied England, France and Spam, It opened the Empire of Japan to America and the world, started a new era in the Kast, and adding another nation to the great family of civilized peoples. It has left its4mprint on every shore, no Jess in peace than in war. Wilkes in the South Seas, Kane, Hartstene and De Hewen in the Arctic region: Berryman and Belknap defining telegraphic plateaus Lull, Selfridge, Collins and Shufeldt piercing t Cordilleras in search of interoceanic routes; Herndon and Gibbon across the continent of South America aud down the Amazon; Maury, the geog- rapher of the seas, with lis wind and current charts, making the paths of commerce plain to the commonest understanding; Jenkins, the founder of the lighthouse system, dotting the coast of America with its lights, buoys and beacons, now as safe to the mariner as tho yaslighted street to the wayfarer ; the Coast Survey, with its unequalled charts and sailing directions for thousands of miles of shore and bay and river; Wyman, in the Hydrographic office, watching every discovery of shoal and rock upon the ocean and warning the somewhat heedless mariner of his danger.” The above is only a portion of the brilliant record of the American uavy, and we are persuaded that the present expedition ot the Ticonderoga will add fresh laureis to grace the achievements of that illustrious navy and in a cause which, to us and perhaps to ha- manity generally, is of infinitely greater importance than South Sea discoveries or Arctic investigations. Commodore Shufeldt’s African expedition, unique of its kind, will leave a distinctive wnd wider im- pression upon this continent than any singe the days of the Portuguese adventurers, who are accused, by Dr. Livingstone of misleading the world as to cer- tain portions of their discoveries in Africa in order to keep their knowledge to themselves for commer- cial purposes. American zeal and energy, however, will tear the veil asunder and admit the world. Adaring American has recently troased the conth nent from east to west, through regions hitherte unknown to the civilized world, and has told of re sources inexhaustible in variety and abundance; and it may be reserved for the youthful and en nation of the West to utilize more largely than any other the vast resources to which attention hat OD arcremahomet plans dei in .e compre! ive now organized Lancashire by English capitalists ner the occupation for purposes of trade of the vast regions unfolded by Stanley, combined with the jacious zeal of their cousins of the western hemisphere, will find outleta for the vast trade, and to utilize those outlets by fleets of steamers from across the Atlantic will pro- duce results in the proxamite future which it is im- possible for the most sanguine even to imagine. In- telligent Africans on all parts of the, coast should be stim) to contribute all their resources—intel- lectuAl, moral and pecuniary—to hasten those benc- ficial changes in the land of their fathers which aro now impending. ANOTHER BIG WILL CASE, [From the Montreal Witness.) A commission from the Court of Probate, London, England, of which Sir James Hannan is president, was recently issued, and is now at Montreal for the purpose of taking evidence in this interesting case of Allen against Masse The witness to be examined is a Mrs. Smith, tl wife of Mr. W. H. Smith, who is engaged in the Witness office, and who, previous to her marriage, occupied a confidential position in the household of the gent! an whose will is now in dispute—viz., John Davies Lloyd, Esq., of Altyrodin Hall, Cardiganshire, South Wales—who died in May last at the age of twenty-seven, after having, it ap- pears, for some years given way to habits of exces: sive intemperance. The testator gives his wife $12,500 a year so long as she remains a widow (het age being now twenty-five), and permits her to occupy one of the family mansions, provided she docs not receive visits from her relatives. After trifling legacies to old servants, &c., the residue and-bulk of the property goes to his solicitor, James Mason Allen, of London, who is likewise ap- pointed sole executor and trustee, and also takes the name and arms of the Lloyd family. Immediately after the testator’s death a caveat against the will was lodged, and it is now opposed by the heiress-at- law, th ply sister of the deceased gentleman, who ist of Captain Haworth Peel Massey, of Tenb: South Wales, upon the alleged ground of fraud an undue influence on the part of Mr. Allen, who, it ap- ears, had for some years acted not only as solicitor, ut as confidential agent, steward and manager of the testator’s estates and affairs. The property was inherited by Mr. Lioyd under the will of his grand- mother, who bequeathed it to her grandson, and failing issuo on his part, to her granddaughter, the present Mrs. Massey. Mr. Lloyd had no family, notwithstanding which Mrs. Massey takes no benefit under the will now propounded, though a few months before his death Mr. Lloyd gave instrue- th tor @ will, the dratt only of which was pro- pared, by which he left his sister the property abso- lutely. "This will for some reason or other was not Pencoated with, and the present one was executed put afew weeks prior to Mr. Lioyd’s decease. Mrs. Smith, the witness in Montreal, is expected to giva important testimony, and’ her evidence will be n betore Hon. T. RK. Laflamme, Queen’s Counsel, formerly Minister of Justice in the Dominion, wha ix the commissioner appointed by the court in Eng: land, Ih 4 Abbott, Queen's Counsel, has been lassey, instructed by Mr. Charlies Messrs. Parker, presented hereby are One million two hundred and fifty thor ‘s is involved in this litigatio: Mr. Allen will be represented by Mr, 8. Bothune, Queen's Counsel. A SAD SKETCH FROM “ARKANSAW." {From the Little Rock (Ark.) Gazette, March 6.) Yesterday, in a littie frame house on Sixth street, near Centre, there was a scene of miserable, grief stricken desolation that is rarely witnessed in this city. Ona bed sat a woman whose face bore marks of sickness, grie€ and despair. Beside her lay her husband, dead, with a face so worn and trenched by sickness that an intimate friend might not have re- cognized it, Ona table at the foot of the bed rested a little black coffin, containing the remains of a baby. In the corner of the room was @ pine coffin, on which played a little child of the man whose remains were claimed by the death box. Laughing in glee and rapping on the coffin with its little fists, bum- ming incoherently, the little thing played. A Gazette reporter learned the following from tho woman, She spoke with great difficulty, and would frequently stop till a peroxyem of grief passed. The dead man’s name is William Foster, and be had for some time previous to his death been employed at Thompson's wagon yard. Kight days ago he was attacked by pnetimonia, and gradually sank till the rave Opened to receive The little child in the lack coffin was only twelve days old; the little ehild playing on the coffin scar two years old. Several women gathered around and tried to comfort the widow, but her moans went up and her desolation stared—actually glared, from her eyes. “Oh! my poor husband,” he moaned. nas killed himselt try- ing to support me, What am Ito do? Nota friend in the world!” And she looked at the remains of her former proto though she would exchangs Places with him. The city pw eel tue coffin, and Chief Counts, let it be seid to his credit, paid for the shroud,