Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, February 24, 1895, Page 18

18 THE | OMAHA DAILY BEE: SUNDAY, FEBRUARY ;24 THE FRIEND OF WASHINGTON Life and ervices of Lafayette in the Amer- joan Revolution, A TRUE PATRIOT AND BRAVE OCFFICER Breuking ths Shaekies of Royalty, the Ex- pedition, the Coot Ke cered- ing Friendship and vy Henry ption, the & oynity, tketehed Estabrook. The Unfon league of Detroit, Mich., brated the anniversary of the birth of Wash- ington in a manner befitting the name and fame of the guiding genlus of the revolution The club honored Omaha by selecting Hon. Henry D. Estabrook as one of the orators, and his address was worthy of the subject and the oceasion. ‘‘Washington's Disciple” was his text. Mr. Betabrook's address was as follows The mandatory but encouraging mado ta a party of the name of Bli (whether him of the bible or him with the patronimic of Perkins, I wot not), to “‘get there, BII!" has been hurled at every youth in this coun- try with the least symptom of ambition. It is a genuine Americanism, In line with “hustler,”” and “rustler,” and other words sig- nifying inordinate activity and uncomfortable energy. Whether a man is running for a street car or only for an office, he Is admon- fshed to “‘get thero.” It is desirable, of course, that he get there with both feet; otherwise his foothold s uncertain and his tenure as procarious as that of the old fellow Myron Reed tells about—one foot In the grave and the otlier on a banana peel. The word “there” doubtless represents a . goal of attainment; but it 1s a vague word and wonderfully fllusive. Whereabouts Is “there?’ What do we know of the locus in quo, as the lawyers say? It may be “there” 18 a land that s fairer than day; but we know nothing of its metes, or bounds, or lat- ; itude, or longitude, or, Indeed, if it is on this planet or not. Like all chiects of human effort, it scems to recede precisely as it Is approacted. The poor devil delving in a ditch hopes one day for a job which will keep him from the poor house, If he hu he may ‘‘get there;” but he will not be fled. The business or professional -man, no danger of the poor house, nevertheless longs for leisure to indulge some dormant fancy. If he is a rustler he may “get there;” but he will not be satisfied. The rich man, with both means and leisure, yearns also for fame. If he “humps” himself he may “get there,” but he will not ba satisfied. The famous man wishes for a title of nobility. In some countries he may achieve it; but he will not be satisfied. Hear, then, the concluslon of the whole matter; fame, riches, title—every object of worldly ambition, is an ignis fatuns. And’ what is that? An incandescent miasma. Do I therefora “‘Vanity, vanity, not an_ ounce of imis tion. I mention this fact, religious fact, mot by wa complaint, but simply because it explains a fact known of all men and utilized by great men. For there is moral quality to greatness which distinguishes it from clever- ness. cel exclaim with the preacher, anity?”" There Iy 1 in my compos! this scientific and of exnortation or THE DIVINE UNREST. Yes, the Almighty hath implanted in the human breast a divine unrest, which only finds its anodyne in ministering to others. Vainly the tentacles of our being clasp the favors of this world, dragging them into self; in the very delirium of gratified vanity there comes an apocolypse of self, and the naked soul shrivels in the glance of God! I it net, I say, divine, that the penalty ot sclfishness should be a nausea to self? “Shall 1,” asks Balzac, “shall T tell you how to make your way in the world? You must plough through humanity like a cannon ball or glide through it like a pestilence.” Dear old Balzac! prodigy of Industry as you were of genfus! Did you, from the pov. erty of your garret, croak dire philosophies? Thank God your religiou was better than your creed, for your self-devoted life has made you a way in the world higher than that of Napoleon the cannon ball, or Robes- plerre the pestilence; you are, while lan- gnage lasts, Shakespeare of France! Mén will, of course, make way for a can- non ball, but what pleasure does the cannon ball have In that? It is of irom, without sensibility. It it have a feeling it is a feel- ing of pride, which Is harder than fron and a thousand times more cruel. Men will suc- cumb to a pestilence; but what joy does the pestilence take in that? Its crown Is a wreath of snakes, its breath the vapor of graves, its laugh the gibber of a corpse. LIFE WORK OF ONE MAN. My countrymen, I have preached my ser- mon In advance. To take it ocut of the ab- stract of cthics Into the conerete of experi- ence, I propose to illustrate it by the life- work of one man; not a genius, in the sense of that mental bias we call genfus, but a sane-man. as Washington was sane; a good man, as Washington was good; a man who, born to cvery extrinsic advantage for which we wordlings moll—title, riches, soclal caste —flung all his birth-rights to the winds, and then roconquered from the werld the hom- age of mankind, and from heaven the ap- proval of Jehovah. History has enshrined him, humanity may not forget him, France calls him father. Surely America, in whose name and for whose sake he ylelded the title of “Noble” for.that of “Man,” bartered the coronet of & marquis for the toga of a citi- zen, giving to the word citizen, indeed, a significance and glory-—Ameriea, whose Washington clasped him to his heart of hearts, and called him son—surely, my coun- trymen, America will recall him thus for- ever joined: Washington and La Fayette « How can 1 extract, condense, and fuse into the limits of this response the.combined essence of his life and soul—a life crowded from youth to age with heroisms, adventures and romance; a soul, luminous and g'orions WIth its Jove of right! I have felt as though I anust bring here and read to you the en- tire correspondence between La Fayette and Washington; not for the effusive affection #hown by the young officer for his chieftain, but because his impetuous devotion pen trated that wonderful reserve which has bafled history, and led even so redoubted a patriot as Mr. Ingersoll to say: “Washington has become a steel engraving.' This correspondence shows him to. have b\en a friend; loyal, faithful, familiar, play- ful and tender as a father. My friends, it in difficult for youth to worship an abstraction or a steel engraving, and I #sk no other ey dence of the intensely human nature of George Washington In all those qualities which waka for comradery and good fellow- ship than the intimate friendship between b and two boys—most remarkable boys Wwith the brains to sppreciate braivs, the courage which demands courage, Jearts which fecd on a heart’s emotions; 1°mean young Hamilton and La Fayette LA FAYETTE AND HAMILTON, «As for La Fayette's romanee, that one ox- alled passion which survived all vicissitudes and hung, Mke av aureola, above the clouds of every baltle—ir is a theme for song ana atary! “From fleld and camp, from forum 4 and from prison, La Fayette found time and .. means to write to the mistress of his heart # much letters @s no woman might read un- - moved. And she, the child wife, falrest, T gontlest, lovellest of womankind, became. © through the splendor of her hero's love, the £ Wikest, bravest, noblest, best. The raign ot ¥ terror came, and with it those awful years of © sllence and separation; the wife imprisoned in Paris, the Lusband in Olmutz. What woman “‘a 4" of noble blood did not change her name, or suffer a mock divoree. 0 eseape, Il might be, the scalpel of Dr. Guillotine? Not 50 the wife of La Fayette! If dfé she must her death should be worthy the wite of such a husband. Her mother, sister, even the. aged grandmother, frall, pitiful victims to the murderous knife, were gone all " gone! But Robesplerra was killed, and was saved. Yes, she was loosad from Paris. and like a homing dove flew straigit to Olmutz, Yes, freedom, sunlight, God's PUre air once more were hers, and In that hour ghe knocked at th: dungeon of rla, and in the name of charily and lo , begged, implored, to share the eu. tombment of her hushand. The boon wap grapted with the gracious assurance that fr must be forever. And heys they lved, in 4 hitic twilight, with rags for elothing, wnd prison fare for food, while months which seemed years rolled into years which seemed aternities. Her health could mot withstand #; nobly progd to Lumbly remark | that his wife bs granted leave to go and regain her strength. The leave was given, conditioned that she should not return. Need 1 assure you that she did not go? A WIFE'S NOBILITY A few years after thelr delivorance by Napoleon this gracious woman died at the cld chateau, attended by her husband. Rvery act of her Iife had been a token of her love, but it was reserved for this last illness to reveal its he, and depth, and amazing plentl- tude, Her death was the transfiguration, the apotheosis of love. Poor La Fayette could only sit at her bedside, and with streaming cyes and breaking heart fisten to the gush- Ing ocstacy of her affection. He assured her that she was loved and valwed. “Nay,” :he sald, with wan coquetry, “I care not to be valued it T am only loved. Ah, my husband, there was a period when, after one of your returns from America, 1 felt myself so forci- bly attract:d to you that I thought I should faint every time you came into the roou 1 was possessed with the fear of annoying and tried to moderate my feelinge.” *“What gratitude 1 owe to God,” she would repeat, “that such passlonate feelings should have been a dut Again, in her delirlum she nad eald: “If you do not find yourself suffi- ciently loved, lay the fault on God; He hath not given me more faculties than that I love you, Christianly, humanly, passionately.” have chosen these sentences from - let ter of La Fayette, written in holy confidence to a friend. . It seems almost sacrilege that it should ever have been published. And yet, not so. Perhaps in years to come some sublimated Zola, searching for realism, not in the muckheaps of humanity, but in the hearts of God's children, will stumble on to it, and learn how real, how true, how beautiful s human love, when man is a moral hero and woman his good angel! But it 1s not of La Fayette in the private, or home relationships of life that I am here to speak; it Is of La Fayette as a moral force in the history of the world—the apparitor of law—the evangel of liborty—the minister of God's will. PATRICK HENRY'S CHA When Patrick Henry, in the Virginia house of burgesses, fulminated against King George 111, all Europe smiled at the gasconade of a provincial orator. His voleo scarce vi- brated beyond the rcom in which his chal- lenge was so proudly uttered. But when once on the plains of Lexington our cannon spoke—then spoke an orator with a volce which rang, until, like a sounding-board, the vauited sky rang back again! It reverber- ated in the palaces of kings; it echoed from the abyss of human wrotchedness. Fellow citizens, within the palace that very hour thero was born a Fear; within the blackness of the abyss there was conceived a Hope. What did it portend? What did it not portend? It meant that just as the Deca- logue issued from the thunders of Sinai, so ont of the thunders of the revolution should proceed the constitution of the United States, both God-given, thunder-voiced, one in the name of Morals, the other in the name of Liberty! . .° There was about the palace of the king of France, at the outbreak of the American revolution, f young nobleman of 19, the mar- quis de Ta Fayette, whese Christian names are ton numerous to mention. He was out of the select coterie chosen by Marle An- toinette .0 perform amateur theatricals in her boudoir, and do quadrilles in costume. He had been educated to smile affably, and -graduate in the art of bowing. or was a dancing school. Three years previonsly, that is, at the age of xteen, he had married the daughter of a duke, two years younger than himself. have often wendered if human nature anomalous in France that children just en- tering their teens could, with safety to the state or with dignity to the home, assume the relationship or marriage—that sublime duality as mysterious as the Trinity and only less sacred. But the language of France contalined no such word as ‘home” until, in modern times, the people of France apprc- priated the English word, in full reprisal, it ms to me, for our depredations on their language. As for marriage among the nobil- ity, fe was then, as it is today, a matter of convention, the conveyance of heriditaments, the merger of estates, with love as a *‘con- tingent remainder.” 'The court of France was utterly debauched. Arrogance had ceased to be arrogance, for the word implies some consciousness, at least, of another's being; but the patricians of France had ruled s long, 8o absolute and so unquestioned that a southern planter could not have been more oblivious of a negro's entity than were the French noblesse of the existence of mere people. “The state!” cried Louls XIV, “I am the state—L'etat, c’est moi!" A FAVORED YNJTH. The fortune of this youth was among the largest in Burope. He was accordingly fawned upon by courtiers and humored by the king. If he was thought to be erratic it was only because he had so littl> to say, whereas society expected him' to prattle. He evinced, moreover, a predilection for his wife. Except for these slight abberrations he appeared to be as sane, and almost as insane, as nobil- ity In general, What unsuspected chord in the bosom of this supine aristocrat thrilled in unison with our cannon’s roar? What did his scul behold in the glare of this first powder flash? God knows! But surely the highest uce of his- “tory Is to register the onward sweep of ‘that “power wWhich makes for righteous- ness,” and in the knowledge of its trend con- m our efforts to a divine intent. Thus, and thus only, may we perceive how man. kind is urged forward and forever upward by an exorable will, whose special agency 1s some special man. This belief is not mystic. ism; 10 is all ghat redeems us from insanity. What happened, then, to La Fayette? What changed him in the twinkling of an eye? What was it that with strange compelling influence Jed wise men from the east to worship at a manger? It was a star—God's star of‘Béfilehem. What was it burst in the brain of Saul, blasting his vision in au agony of light? It was a star—God's star of truth. What was it dawned on the soul of La Fayette, transfusing it with a purpose 0 suplime that henceforth all he had way offered a willing sacrifice to its accomplisi- ment? It ws a star—God's star of liberty The Declaration of Independence—every sen. tence of which challenged the special privi leges of his class, his own prerogatives, the title he bere, the right of his kingly govern- ment to exist—reflected the radiance of this rising sun and glowed with celestial fire Like an asterisk of destiny, like its fellow of the east, this star of the west hung brighten- ing above the cradle of men’s hopes. He needs must follow it! STARTING FOR AMERICA. Accordingly, in April of the year 1777, La Fayette set sail for America in a vessel chased and equipped by himself expressly for the journey. His resolution iad been taken ainst the protest of all his friends (save only of her, the best of friends) and In spite of the interdiction of his monazch, To eir. cumvent the officers of the latter he dis- ised himself as a courler, sleeping in sta hics from town to town until he reached the scacoast. But Louls XVI was not to be biffled. He made it known to the Amerlcan congress that under the Marquis de La Fayette to receive a com- ssion ‘in. the provisional armies. Con- gress was not only willing to obiige the king of France, but, on its own account, thought that the quixotic services of the yovthful marquis might prove more embar rassing than ussful. Washington morecver shared the same opinfon. He, poor man, had seen enough of foreign adventurers, So that upon his arrival Fayette was gra clously recelved and as graciously ignorel It was under these circumstances, and when his cherished plans had littl es of realiza- tion, that he addressed to congress this briet but immortal note “After the sacrifices 1 have the right to exact two favor serve at my own expense; th serve as a voluntee THE MEETING Thore was no mistaking the temper quality of the writer of these lines Wash- ington relented at once. La Fayette rece his ecmmisslon and was appointed camp to the eommander in chie upon,” says a recent bilographer, “began one of those temder and lasting friendships which exlst between men who share great verils in dgfense of great prinelples.” They reached tho camp of Washington in tie to witness & review of troops, There were 11,000 men, fssibly the forlcrnest ever calling themselves &n army. Thelr muni- tions were wretchiod, their clothing ragged, and withoyt any attempt at uniformity in cut or colar; thelr gvolutions were original not 1o say gotesgiic.. But they were Amer. teans. and \Washington was their leader. “Wa should feel some embarrassment," Washington observed, “in showing ourseives te an cificer who has just lefc the armies of France." “Sir" replied La Fayette, “It Is to learn, aud nol b that 1 am here.” There. Mot slmply ths godesty of nade I have One is to other is to or A G SRR, ) no elrcumstances was | the man, but i thereby meaning In the affairs; af ren, there spoke his destiny. He was here to learn To learn what? To learn first of all, and all in all, Washington by heart! To learn him God-I'ke integrity.of nature—his single- ness of purpose and loyalty of faith—his wisdom—hls Justice—his goodness—his loving kindness—his prodence In counsel—his cour- age in action—hls dedp respect of self, combined with a divine unselfishness—his majesty of patiencs in defeat—his almost melancholy joy in vietory. To learn Wash- ington was to learn what God meant when he made us in his Image; it was to know man, the architype. Here was a provincial farmer whose prids of manhood, compared with the insolence of a king, soared into the empyroan, and yet who thought so little of the habiliments of power that all he asked of fortune or of fale were the tranquility of Mount Vernon and the obscurity of his home. What dignity could such greatness borrow from a title? To fmagine Washington as a marquis was to imagine him with a ring in his nose. To know him as a man was to know what freedom meant, what free men were, and how, to men liks these, “liberty or death” was tho dread altornative, La Fay- ette renounced his marguisate, and by act ot congress was made a cilizen of America! CITIZEN AND PATRIOT. It is not my intention to catalogue his services to this country, either as a soldier on our battleflelds, or as a diplomat at the court of France. We leach our children to cherish those services jn grateful and lasting memory. But there were two episodes of the war which o clearly roveal the character of this more than patriot that no estimate of him would be complete without at least re- forring to them, After the treachery of Arnold and his desertion to tho enemy it transpired that the American forces, under La Fayette, found themselves confronting the Engiish forces, commanded by the traitor. One day a nuncio from the latter, under a flag of truce, sought an audience with La Fayette, and handed him a letter. Learning from whom the letter was sent, La Fayette returned it to the messenger unopbned, stating that a communication from any other British of- ficer would be courteously received, but that under no circumstances would he so much as open a letter from Mr. Arnold. ‘Mr. Arnold” was furious, of course, and Ameri- cans were threatened with condign punish- ment. But when news of the Incident reached the ears of Washington he wrote to La Fayette: “Your conduct upon every occasion meets my approbatlon, but in none more than in refusing to hold a correspond- ence with Arnold."” Again, when La Fayetfe was sent south into Virginia to hold Cornwallis in check, the latter thought he had *‘the boy,” as he called him, where he might not escape, and s0 boasted in one of his reports. But it came to pass that “the boy" maneuvered him into a_cul de sac. HONOR RESERVED FOR WASHINGTON. There seems to be little doubt that, in con- junction with the French fleet, a battle with the enemy could have beep fought and won, and the French officers, fiaval and military, vehemently urged that having cornered the in Yorktown it was due .to La Fayette that he go further and achieve the glory of his final conquest. But the friend of Washington shook his head. “It sald he, “to guard the enemy ashington arrive; to him, and to him elongs the jglory of this coup de any design or alone, grace What do you think of him, my country- men? Of his generosity, his magnanimity, his moral herolsm?.iIs {t any wonder that Washington loved and trusted him? Is it ny wonder that, in“the preparation of this ponse, I have felt an admiration for my subject growing beyond the limits of mod- crate expression—spilling ftself in words more rhapsodical than wise? O, man of silent mood!— A stranger among strangers then, How art thou since renowned, the Great, the Good, Familiar as the day in all the homes of men. The winged years, that winnow praise and blame, Blow many names out; they but fan to flame The self-renewing splendors of thy fame. It so be, at first, in the exuberance of youth, or the ennui of inaction, La Fayette took up liberty as a plaything or diversion, it had now become the passion of his Jife. Like Washington he saw and realized ~the enormity, the horror ‘of African slavery. “Whatever may be. the complexion of the enslaved,” he writes to Mr.. Adams, ‘‘does not, in my opinion, change the complexion of the' crime, which is blacker than the face of any African.” With a view to the ultimate extinction of this anomaly in our government he founded an African colony.on the island of Cayenne, hoping to educate the negro into a sense of freedom and individuality. But the task seemed hopeless. And, indeed, with the surrender of Cormwallfs, ‘e telt that his mis- sion in_the world had been accomplished. It was in this bellef that he wrote to the French minister, Vergennea: “My great affair is scttled. * ¢ * Humanity has gained its and liberty will never be without a ref- How purblind is man, who cannot see be- yond his eyelashes, nor prophesy from day to day what a day will bring forth! His affairs were not settled. His great affalr was yet to be. However great had been La Fayette's career in America (and no American will at- tempt to dwarf it), it was but an apprentice- ehip, a novitiate in the cause of liberty which all foo soon was to rage tumultuous in the heart of France. For I repeat it: "He was here to learn.” Our war with England was not simply a political insurrection; it was an insurrection of idea When, therefore, La Tayette returned to France, it was not as an effigy of liberty, but as I'berty’s incandiary. His soul, 1ike a torch, had beén lighted at that star which first beckoned him away, and like-a torch he flung it among the dry and sapless Institutions of his country. The conflagration, the holocaust, the nameless crackling which ensued, we call Tho French Revolution. t I could not, If I would, portray the venomous writhings of this infernal orgasm; Carlyle has done It in a vertigo of words. What I would impress upon you is the fact that excepi for La Fayette this revolution r would have been. He it was who in- spired it, ruled it, was ruled by it, emerged from it 'to confront the sordid splendor of Napoleon with the glory of Washington, sur- ved it—tyranny, anarchy, despotism—sur- vived it ail, and then died, like Mozes, in sight of the rromised land. France, I salute you! In the name of La Fayette, whom you gent to us; in the name of Washington, whom we returned to you, Amer- fea joins with you, O! sister of liberty, In that shout which yet shall engirdle the earth: “The king is dead! Long l've the republic!’”’ e WHAT LIRS THEY ARL! Drawing the Long Bow and Fooze with “Od By’ the Reozor, There were four of them around a table in a Broadway cafe, says the New York Advertiser, and the man from California who had dome Hittle talkimg but had been thinking hard up to this point, said: “At Ogden, Utah, my train had to wait an hour for another traln. It was nearly midnight, and althougl there was consider- able snow cn the ground 1 started out to ses something of the town. A porter at the depot told me that there was a saloon oppo- site a red light that could be seen up the street. 1 had walked about a block when ! heard the patter of feet behind me, and on turning 1 saw what I supposed was a white dog. When I ealled the animal would not come forward. After walking on a little distance 1 beard the patter of the feet again, T turned quickly and saw tbat the animal was a sheep. It followed me to the saloon loor and wanted to go in. I slammed the asked the bartender: hat's this sheep following me about “On, that's old Billy,' he said “Then one of & half dozen men who were standing about the stove and let ‘old Billy' in. One of the others sald: ‘I guess he wanis a drink.' “A cocktall was set down om the floor, and the sheep sipped’ it out of the glass and bleated for more. Well, T stood there for balf an hour buying cocktails for that shecp. and when he had drank’ the fifth one he shambled over (o u billiard table, erawled under it and went to sleep. 1 found out from the men teat ‘old Billy' was in the habit of getting fu'levery night, and always raised a big rumpus’ in the morning if he went to the docr couldn't get a braceris: He had been a pet A some fellow aud-the beys bad taught him to drink.” ] The other three men got up and bade the Californian good night, apd. as they were buttouing up their eoals at the frout door one of them saldi jreuouii “What d—d lars these Galifornians are!’ STORIES OF ARTEMUS WARD James P, Gilmore's Personal Reoollections of the Genial £howman, ARTEMUS ONCE CHARGED WITH ROBBERY Foundation of His Great Moral Show-— Artemus’ Responso to a Toast—Fame as an Author-Where He Got the Word- “Secesh.” (Copyrighied, ‘Y“" by 8. 8 McClure.) “Artemus Wasd,'/,the genial showman, was not a mere Yankee humorist. His genius was thoroughly scostnopolitan and he himself a “rolling stong,” 'But though everywhere a stranger, he was éyerywhere at home. In his native place, Waterford, Me., he recelved & common school dducation, and, being early thrown upon Mis olvn resources, he, at the age of 14, entered the Clarfon printing office at Showegan of'carn his livelihood Having learned to set type fairly well his restless spirit soon et him in motion, and he roamed about ‘from one country printing office to another il he was 16, when he found himself stranded in Boston. However, hav- ing already madeshimself a first class type- setter, he had no difficulty in securing em- ployment in the office of the Carpet Bag, a comic journal conducted by Shillaber, the famous * “Mrs. Partington,” who was ' then very busy in keeping back the waters of the Atlantic ocean. Here ‘“Artemus Ward,” born Charles Farrar Browne, was in his ele- ment, and soon he began to try his wings in the congenial Carpet Bag, to the great de- light of “Mrs. Partington” and the remark- ablo boy “Ike,”” who wondered much what rare bird had strayed into their nest. But in vain they wondered, for Artemus carefully concealed himself, and hearing Horace Greeley’s “Go west, young man,” he before long took flight agaim, not alighting till ho had reached Toledo, Here he re- meined but a short time, when he removed to Cleveland, where he took quarters in the composing room of the Plain Dealer, an able, widely circulated journal ana a great power in that portion of Ohio. FOUNDATION OF A. WARD'S GREAT MORAL SHOW. Here “Artemus Ward” was born, and_grew to maturity under the fostering care of this influential newspaper. At first he was em- ployed ot typesetting, writing only short things to fill up some vaeant column of the journal. But these short things, attracting the attention of the edltor-in-chief, ho was promoted to the editorial staff, where he soon opened the mcnagera of ‘“‘Artemus Ward, Showman,” into which he introduced from time to time “three moral Bares, a Kan- 8arao (a amoosing little Raskal—'twould make you larf yerself to deth to ses the little cuss Jump up and squeal); wax figgers of G. ARTEMUS WARD. Washingtoh, General Taylor, Jokn Bunyan, Captain Kidd and Dr. Webster in the act 'of killing Dr. Parkman; besides several mis- cellanyus wax :Statoos of celebrated pirates and murderers, etcl; ekalled by few and ex- celd by none.” i 4 The menagerie took Cleveland by storm, and scarcely a,day passed . without some country reader of ihe Plain Dealer applying at its counting. room for ight of the Kan- garoo, the moral “Bares” and the wondertul wax “figgers.” Being In Clevfjarid in 1885 T made the ac- quaintance of one cf the editors of that jour- nal, who had been the associate and friend of “A. Ward” at fhis pericd. He described to"me his app:arance when he first came to the Plain Dealer office. He was, he said, long and lank; with flowing hair, loosely fitting coat, and trousers too short in the legs and bagging at the knees. His humeor was irrepressible, always bubbling over, and he kept all about him in a ccnstant state of werriment. He coyld see only the ludicrous side of a subject—was a wag, and In that I'ne a genlus. ARTEMUS WARD'S RESPONBE TO A TOAST. He soon took on' more becoming raiment, and wherever he went he becams a universal favorite. Soon after his promotion to the editorial staff he was called upon at a Ben Franklin festival to respond to a-toast to the press. He rose to his feet, hung his head for a few moments in silence, and then sat down, having sald mothing. In his own ac- count of the fest'val in the next day's Plain Dealer his speech was reported by a blank cpace of nearly half a column, He made a fortnight's visit every year to his mother, in Maine, and when about to go off on one of these vacations he employed the gentleman to whom I have referred to perform his duties In his abzence. , After carefully instructing him as to his work, he drew from his pecket a plece of tow string about a foot and a half long, saying that was the amount of copy he would be expected to furnish per day, and he left it on his desk ao a reminder of the quantity, “A. Ward absurd descriptions of h's imaginary menagerle, his keen witticlems, shrewd say'ngs and irresistible plays of hu- mor, secured him a wide reputation, and after several years’ connzction with the Plain Dealer he was invited to remove to New York City and become a regular contributor to Vanity Fair, a shcrt-lived but exceedingly brilliant comic journal, then edited by that accompl shed scholar and thorough gentle- man, Charles Godfrey Leland (Hans Breit- mann). A CONTRIBUTOR TO VANITY FAIR. This gave Artemus Ward a more extended audience, and a national raputation, His sayings were soon In the mouths of every northern man, and they did very much to sus- tain a sentiment of loyalty to the union. His catire was keen, but very genlal, and beneath it all was a stratum of shrewd Amerlean ommen s:nse that appealed alike to political friends and cnemies. I know of nothing that 50 well deplets the troublous times cf the early years of the civil war as his sketches in Vanity Fair. Ao mere pictures of the r period they have a prrmanent historlcal value. Nowhere elee are so clearly shown the confused and jarring notlons of the aver- Amer.can on the great emancipation prob- cr such a portralt gs that of the gushing patriot who sent all his own and his wife's relations to the front, but stayed at home him- self. These sketches, written at the darkest period of the war, vividly express the nation's trials andvperplexities, and no one can read themr: now withcut being struck with the strong hold they took upon the people, as it is evidenced by the great num ber of his witty yings and happy turns of thought that have become a part of the language of the.country. Scme of his single words became &t qnee a part of the national vocabulary. [ bave sp: to meuntion only but that will be recognized by every er. ERE HE GOT THE WORD “SECESH." One day, 1 think it was late in 18 he came into my offfte looking utterly woe- begone, as if Re had lost his every friend, in a most lugubklous tons 1 man that sits every day at Charley Leland's elbow nust engoy the very sunshine of humay existence, and $6°bé able to comfort a suffer- ing morial. Can you tell me If there is in this state any banging for stealing?” Suspecting some fFractical joke 1 answered say! the guardedly: “I4nihot a lawyer, Ariemus, and I know very litle of the criminal eade, but Judge Edwonds, who got up the Re- e e e o and taking a s@aténear to my table he said | vised Statutes, Is a friend of mine him and it won't cost you a cent.” “Well, do; for the question troubles me greatly. o Wy ? pocket “Not exactly ‘that, but I've appropriated another man's horse. 1've docked his tail and he may not discover the theft, and If he should 1 wouldn't mind a few months in Fort Lafayette or Ludlow Street jail, for they'd have to give me free board and lodg ing, But to be strung up by the windpipe and made to danca on the top of airy nothing! Rather than submit to that I'd vamocse, absquatulate, leave my country, much as I love it." “Well, Artemus, in all cases of consclence it's best to go according to scripture. You know it says: ‘Agree with thine adversary quickly, while thou art in the way with him.’ L me know against whom you have offended and I'll mollify him. 1'd go across the strect any day to save you from hanging.' “I know you would, and heaven will bless you for it. He is that fellow who wrote fAnong the Pines He had a favorite horse that he called ‘Seseshener.’ We docked that Norse's tail by calling him ‘Secesh’ and set him running as my own. The oftense de- serves hanging, but I'd rather not hang for it 1f it's all the same to you." "It was a happy stroke of genlus, Artemus, That name will last as long as the word ‘Yankee,” and will make you, immortal!" ARTEMUS WARD AS A LECTURER. When Charles @. Leland resigned to take the literary editorship of the Continental Monthly “A. Ward" succeeded him as editor of Vanity Falr, and soon he began his re- markably successful carcer as a lecturer. In this capacity he visited Utah and California, and returning to New York in 1863 he pro- duced a series of lectures on Mormonism, which took the public by storm, and even now are a delight to those who read his book on Brigham Young and his people. In the spring of 1866 he went to London, in- tending_to ai once begin a lecturing tour of Great Britain, but failing health unfitted him for the work until June y His lectures were as great a success in Eng- Tand as they had been in this country, and his contributions to the London Punch, which began at the same time, took rank with those of the most famous humorists of our time, who have one and all written for that noted Journal. Few things in humorous literature are better than his reflections ‘At the Tomb of Shakespenre,” which was his first contri- bution to Punch. ARTEMUS AT THE TOMB OF SHAKES- PEARE. “I told my wife, Betsey,” he says, “‘when I left home that T would go to the birth- place of the orther of Otheller and other plays. She said that as long as 1 kept out of Newgate she didn't care where I went ‘But,' I said, ‘don’t you know he was the greatest poit' that ever lived? Not one of these common poits, like that young idyit who writes verses to our daughter abowt the roses as growses and the breezs blowses—but a Boss Poit, also a philo also a man who knew a great deal everything. “She was packing my things at the time, and the only answer she made was to ask me if I was agoin to carry both of my red flannel night caps. “Yes, I've been to Stratford onto the Avon the birthplace of Shakespeare. Mr. S. is now no more. He's been dead over three hundred (300) years. The people of his native town are justly proud of him. They cherish his mem'ry, and them as sell picturs of his birt place, ete., make it prof cherishin Almost_everybody buys a pictur to put their Albiom. “As T stood gazing at the spot where Shakespeare is sposed to have fell down on the ico and’ hurt hisself when a boy (tl spot_cannct be beught—the town authorities say it shall never be taken from Stratford) I wondered if three hundred years hence pic- turs of my birthplace will be in demand? Will the people of my native town be proud of me in thrée hundred years? I guess they won't short of that time, because they say the fat man weighing 1,000 pounds which T exhibited there was stuffed out with pillers and cushions, which he said one very hot day in July, ‘O, bother, I can’t stand this, and commenced pullin the pillers out from under his weskit, and heavin em at the audience. I never saw a man lose flesh so fast in my life, The audfence said I was a pratty man to come chiselin my own townsmen in that way. I said, ‘Don’t be angry, feller citi- zens.. . I exhibited him simply as a work of art. I simply wished to show you that a man conld grow fat without the aid of cod liver ofl.” But they wouldn’t listen to me. They are a Jpw.and grovelin set of people, who excite a feelin of loathing in every breast where . lofty emotlons and original fdcas have a bidin pHce.” THE, HUMORIST'S UNTIMELY DEATH. But Mn, Browre's sciourn in England was cut . short by his continued 1ll health. It rapidly declined, and he set out to return to this country, but death overtook him befora he could get wupon _shipboard, and he breathed his.last at Southampton, England, on the 6th of March, 1867, at the early age of 32. By his will, after providing for his mother and for a young man he had under- taken to educate, he left all his property to found an asylum for printers and their or- phan ehildren, His affection for his widowed mother was peculiarly beautiful. She sur- vived him several years, and whenever she spoke of him after his death, it was his long and faithful love of her that she dwelt upon, and aot upon the brilliant qualities that had made him world-famous. They now lie to- gether, side by side, In the grass-grown cemetery at South Waterford, Me., with a simp'e monument over their heads, on which fs the single word “Browne.” This is all that now marks the last resting-place of the greatest of American humorists, In his short life be created ome of the most orig- {nal and amusing characters in all literature. 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