The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 10, 1895, Page 15

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 10, 1895. 15 o ¢ stry ee Shall she live or shall she languish Shall ghe sink e Zhafl :ig:: = @Lg Liord g0 high sheve the they dare net reach 3 hand, B sit feasting , waiting readers &) | | oMes a ¢fy up from the water G fimtzc,he warm dirsk‘-finfill From the Lest ZAlantis® daughter Throwned in Hood as drowhning seas Mes a Cr 'for ?néfl-p in an | Ifi‘éu we flagh “Till she could ot /A Reach her hands and 2 “Then J]}_-&e gtabbed her, choke Ab! th S\ 4 = 'l 180 = her ofies] es! sl se? € shall vise. by all ‘That's fely! The feaders e‘f\Fy] A _fl]an wiitings they ean't ) Then he poople shall take feaders read, 7TAnd the leadere shall fake heed . g T ed white ]igh’rs { ese rusti of s igHs‘ that dazzled fer dark’ eyes yearning heed them, torise. her, drowned her, ill we searce could hear a note. ng chains that botund her! @H these robbers at her throat ! =~ nd the knaves v/fno %o%ed the %@fl[@t‘&? (i@\ sk five hundred years for news. - S%ake and thumbscrew for theifob;ttemf ///R isitions | Banished Jews slovery | What reminder one red man inthe land 2 = ese very chams that bind her olumbus,foct and hand ! ~a— ud thevery band fhat brought them Tome and fortune fromthe wave . Cbain# and %E], th Bound Lo e wives—Thomas C. Platt (Mme. Platt that day returned from Europe) and Benjamin Wood, formerly for many years a local Democratic boss of this ci&y and once its Congressman, but now editor of New York’s le petit journal—the Evening News —a 1-cent newspaper with a daily circula- tion of just a thousand or so short of 200,000. These two are the oldest habitues among the residential guests for years past. Despite popular beliefs to the contrary, both politicians are eminently domestic. i have found Mr. Platt, as well as Mr. Wood, to be a very lovable man in private life. Ex-Congressman Wood is nearly twenty years the senior of ex-Senator Platt, but they made good comrades, al- though so diametric in politics. The former, although 76 years old, gives daily attention to his newspaper, directing its policy, supervising its business details, placing his imprimatur on every editorial and auditing every weekly payroll. Both of these Fifth-avenue Hotel habitues are wealthy, hospitable and generous. They are political institutions of the city, march- ing as celebrities, in company with Mayor Strong or Richard Croker, Chauncey Depew or Czar Roosevelt. Indeed, I never yet knew a Eoliticnl leader—and my procession of them moves from the year 1840—whose social side was not tender and interesting, a remark which ap- lies even to the much vilified Richard sroker. ‘Think of the Christmas numbers of the magazines already made up and ready for the press, 50 as to reach all points of the Union for the day of home publication. And the editor of the North American Review informed me yesterday that its future numbers were scheduled as to ar- ticles into the new year. This necessity of preparation more or less injures the up-to-dativeness of the topics treated. And the ingenuity of the different editors to avoid conflict of topic and sameness of treatment is, of course, greatly challenged. New York City now issues fifteen monthly magazines. Har- per, Leslie and Godey are the eld- est, and the Metropolitan the junior; though another, the International, is romised for the New Year. The two rst, along with the Century and Scrib- ner, remain - high-priced. But the Mec- Clure, the Godey and the Munsey sell at a dime. The Harper, the Cen- tury and the Scribner are each cliquey, and bear an impress of sameness month by month.. One generally can fancy who will be the contributors of these magazines, and guess at the subjects to come in a next number. The Leslie, now under_editorship of Henry Tyrrell— replacing Mme. Leslie, who sold it to a company—shows the impress of its editor, a charming poet, an able critic, and a wideawake entrepreneur. And it con- tinues what Frank Leslie named it, | “Popular Monthly.” I fancy I am_pro-. nouncing a popular verdict” when I say | that _the MecClure Magazine is the best of all. Its November number is a won- derful specimen as beginning, with rare photos and pictures, a life of Lincoln, that must inevitably become his leading biog- raphy. It takes the lead in advertise- ments of any of the magazines, and we all know wtat a large income that brings: WILLIM EDWARD BUSHNELL, PIONEER PILLT, BY HENRY B LIVINGSTON. — There was deposited last week among | Mining Company was organized, Captain the archives of the secretary of the Society | Bushnell became prominently identified of California Pioneers a magnificently | With t bound and profusely illustrated volume of | 500 pages. It is entitled: “Marine History of the Pacific Northwest.”. On the title page is this inscription: ‘“Presented to the Society of California Pioneers by their brother argonaut, Captain William E. Bushnell. This gift will commemorate Monday, November 5, 1849, when as pilot I took the steamer Senator on her first trip up the Sacramento River forty-six years ago.” Apart from the intrinsic value of the | work the members of the association prize it as a gift from one of the most highly respected and popular of their fra. ternity. His career on the inland waters of the Pacific Coast for nearly two and a half decades is replete with incidents of a thrilling character. During this long pe- riod be has been almost continuously a pilot and not infrequently commander ot steam vessels plying on the bays and main estuaries adjacent thereto. Through storm and tempest, through impenetrable fo and cimmerian darkness has he stood wit| eagle eye on compass and_sinewy arm on wheel, fearlessly and unfalteringly steer- ing h{u craft along the tortuous stream over treacherous shoals and between hid- den rocks safely to the destined haven. The subject of this sketch was a born navigator. His father, Francis W. Bush- nell, a master mariner, made his home he expedition. He and the late Dr., C. Tucker of Oakland constituted the committee on contracts. He transported the Nicaragua troops from Granada to | Virgin Bay. Among the many perilous positions in which the pioneer pilot was placed while navigating the inland waters of this State may be mentioned the following, chrone | icled in a local journal of October 12, 1853: ‘‘COLLISION BETWEEN THE ANTELOPE AND CONFIDENCE. “On Monday evening last these two steamers came in collision on Suisun Bay. The latter was on her upward trip, and the former bound down. The Ante- | lope lying next to the Solano shore headed | in as near land as possible, but the Con- |-fidence, either not obeying her helm, or | by some mismanagement of the steamer, swung her head around and dashed into the Antelope, penetrating several feet, knocking in the superstructure, plunging through the heavy beams, and cutting a Ikgole in the hull extending below the water- ine. ‘“Although the_collision was a frightful one, Captain Bushnell directe the passengers to go to the opposite side of the boat in order that she might be careened, and then she was run ashore. The Con- fidence proceeded on her course up the river without stopping to make any in- quiries. The Senator, being behind on her upward trip, soon hove in sight. Un- der the careful superintendence of Captain Bushnell the 300 passengers of the dis. out of which to expend outlay for famous contributions and the extravagance of finished pictoral use. I notice, for in- stance, ninety-two pages of reading mat- ter, but 102 pages of advertisements at robably $150 a page. There are eighty il- ustrations of letter-press and forty of ad- vertisements, and every picture is worthy of being cut out to compose a first-class pictorial album. What a jump such a magazine makes from the Knicker- bocker and Graham of a century ago. But the New York magazines have a dan- gerous rival in the monthly Ladies’ Home Journal of Philadelphia, the success of which has been deservedly phenomenal, Foreigners who visit this city remark ! = = While he lneeled and so besought them ¢ ‘for the poer red slave . Th shall torture at their pPea 4 what omnivorous readers Americans are. ‘Why, London has only six magazines, and in all Great Britain there are not as many as are published in this city. Unprophetic Edinburgh reviewer wert thou who, noticing in 1831 a Harper publica- tion, wrote meeriugly: ‘‘But who reads an American book?” Have not Amer- ican readers made the fortunes of Du Maurier through his imé\ouible novel of “Trilby,” and of Hall Caine through his more than possible novels of the “Deemster’”’ and “The Manxman’? Lit- erary America would form a capital theme for 'a review article in Arena and Forum. A. OAREY HaLL. DUKE AND PHOTOGRAPHER. A Newport Story About the Much- Talked-of Marlborough. An amusing story involving the Duke of Marlborough and his fiancee is now going ese the tyrapte without measure Whe crgg Hands off = and procflaim sure | corn Jfor such: fér us the shamel Gohlroc - C22- LIVE TOPICS IN POLITICS How Women Look Into Great Political Kaleido- scope. the TWO BOSSES IN PRIVATE LIFE, Wealth Is the Substratum of New York So- ciety. NEW YORK, N. Y., Nov. 5.—The kalei- doscope of politics continues at every eye in this week, and according as it is handled exposes colors most agreeable to the wishes of the gazer. Even women hold it, and turn it, seeing in the optical instru- ment coloring of their future power of voting. There are here several femi- nine clubs nightly in session, planning for votes by the proxy of male electors. Like the Primrose Dames of England the club members become proselyters among the male relatives and lovers, and so in- fluence politics. It is difficult to obtain insight into these clubs, for their members close doors behind them as rigidly to male entrance as are those of a Turkish ha- rem—pronounced, says a traveled voice now at my ear, ‘‘Ahreem,”’ and mean- ing simply a home. During registration days these club members really made up lists of male acquaintances, whom they were to call upon and to make sure that these had registered. At a port- able zinc registration booth on the kerb side of a fashionable street not far from the corner of the Fifth-avenue Bank for ladies, I noticed drawn up a brougham and pair from which alighted a voter, while a fair friend on the cushioned seat watched him enter to inscribe his name. Nor do the duties of the bright-eyed po- litical missionaries end at obtaining Yromise of registration; for they angle or a declaration of political principles. For instance, a very active feminine can- vass has been proceeding in behalf of a great social favorite, who is a judicial candidate—the fascinating son of William \. Evarts—named Sherman Evarts. members as a grand Attorney-General and Secretary of State and the legal savior of Andy Johnson from impeacliment, young | Evarts is a lady’s man, and giizezf with Evartsian wit and repartee, the which fem- | inines adore, I think, nowadays more than | manly beauty, | . Election day, Halloween and All Saints’ | day having passed, that mythical term known as New York society will now begin | its winter campaign. Why mythical? Be- | cause unlike what is known in Boston, | lfllllfldcli)his. Washington, Baltimore, Cin- cinnat, Louisville and Chicago as society is in this city, differing herein from social life in those named ¢ , 50 punctured with jealousies and so divided into discord- ant cliques that it has no homogeneity; and, as the Parisians say, no prestige en- tierement. Time and again clever men like McAllister and clever women like Mrs. Paran Stevens have undertaken to form an exclusive set, patterned after that of the Wales or Lady Jeune sets of Lon- don, yet have failed. To follow social news in the daily papers here is to derive curious ideas, for each one has a society reporter of its own, who takes merely in- dividual views, and nearly always writes from henru(: Unfortunately the sub- stratum of New York society is wealth, and Tom Hood’s Miss Kilmansegg with her goiden leg, or William Allen Butler’s Flora MacFlimsey, could be cited as the true heroine of New York society. Elsewhere in the Union it is different. The sub- stratum of society in Boston is mental accomplishment; and in Philadelphia, Bsltimore and Louisville it is family. Ostentation hangs like a Frankenstein | over New York society and deyours its | niceties. The Gould wedding exemplified this, and the Marlborough-Vanderbilt nup- tials more than emphasize it. The same ostentation prevailed in the fashionable charity of a gallery of por- traiture in the rooms of the "Academy of Design. There different families have jorwarded pet ancestral or more modern portraits, and mest to bandy jealousies and to out-ostentatious each other with toilettes. The same aspect will have occurred next week, when another horse-show comes. Or at the opera. What goes under the name of New York society becomes more hol- low and fuller of insincerity and more en- compassed with shams winter by winter. But I had the pleasure last week of at- tending a wedding at a village church sit- uated within an hour’s journey from the city, beside the most charming portion of that American Rhine—the Hudson River. The bride was daughter of a retired mer- chant and herself a writer for mag- azines, The groom a young lawyer— “the world all before him, where to choose.” etc. There were abundant means for providing special trains, or a Bishop, or a mass-meeting of bridesmaids in a chancel, for gorgeous gowns to be exploited in half a dozen newspapers el? i ndeed, As was half a century ago his distin- #uished father, whom the Union best re- word-painting reporters, and, i for l‘;nn supply of osw'ntntlon. Every- 1 social gathering at an exhibition for a | thing connected with the wedding was the very reverse of ostentation. There had not been an inundation of the mails with invitations to everybody whom the families knew by name or resi- dence, or who could be traced through the gilt edges of that preposterous volume called the Elite Directory. Warm friends only had been_selected for invitation, and as they arrived—perhaps not a hundred in all—they were met by coaches and con- veyed to the church. This was a Gothic temple of granite covered with vines, the leaves of which had turned scarlet and brown, giving a gorgeous show of reception. If it was autumn without, there was spring and early sum- mer inside, with roses and violets prettily dispersed about the altar and chancel. A procession of Sunday-school girls who had been scholars of the bride preceded her and the sire up the aisle. No hundred- dollar organist presided to give operatic fantasies, bat instead an amateur friend of the bride, who knew how to improvise variations of the wedding march and on the cathedral music from “Faust.” There was a poetic solemnity about the rite so different from the flippancy to be wit- nessed at a big society nuptial function. The bride wore the traditional lace and white silk,and had the sweet taste to discard jewels—for are not the charmed ring and love-lit eyes the best jewels at a wedding? Every church guest had been also invited to the family villa, not far distant, Therefore there was none of that division of wedding guests into sheep and goats, as it were, which characterizes the fash- ionable wedding in New York City, whereat one set of guests are substantially told you may come to the church as goats, but not as sheep to the wedding feast, and to the adieu at the house. There wasin evi- dence an abundance of bridal presents, but modestly and unpretentiously arranged. No affection showed its serpent head. General joy of the whole table prevailed, and the best man selected to give the bridal toast was not flurried by any os- tentatious grandeur around him so as to commit the comic and startling blunder of a recent iroomsman—n newly fledged lawyer fresh from reading Bishop on mar- riage and divorce—who at a city wedding, instead of giving the health of the bride, was overcome with stage-fright and stam- mered out “‘the health of the co-respond- ent.” No temptations to indigestion or tipsiness were offered at my countryside wedding, as I have seen at ostentatious weddings in the city. The whole affair ‘Was more suggestive of a marriage in Cana of Galilee than of the diamond wedding once immortalized in verse by banker-poet Stedman. Yet the bride’s father was able to have cutshone any onein financial osten- tation had he so chosen. Several of those guests will be at the Bt. ‘Thomas mob, amid. which & Duke and Duchess will be made one flesh, as well as at the festivities in the new Madison-avenue pal- ace, where joy will be reckoned by the ten thousand of dollars,” and where Sherry, the great caterer, just returned from Eu- rope, bringing Regent St. Bride cake, | Ecyptian_quail and Boulevard bonbons from Paris, will show fashionable palates how wealth can astonish with bonnes bouches. Re-referring to the portrait exhibition, I may remark that photography has dealt a deadly blow at the olden art of portrait- painting. At the Ehoto galleries of Sar- ony, Dana and Parkinson can be seen full or half-length photos which, when colored, present better likenesses than the most accomplished artists of palette or brush could catch. With a difference, too, of cost between fifty and five hundred dotlars in favor of a perfect portraiture. And chemical science has resulted in se- curing a photographic picture which lapse of time will not fade. It is not generally known that the very first picture of the human face ever had through the camera was taken here in New York in 1838, on the roof of the now demolished New York University. Its professor of chemistry was Dr. John C. Draper, he who wrote the best history of our Civil War—and he was an English emigre—and the invention of Daguerre had just been made known in thiscountry. Daguerre had only taken views of a building or landscape, and had not attempted the human figure or face, because under his coating of plate the camera had to be fixed too long a time for impressions, and this at best wasshadowy ; but Draper applied new chemicals that would fix the features with distinctness. He has, in a note to his edition of “Karne's Chemistry,” given an interesting account of his first daguerrotype of a human face. And that taking is now in possession of his grandson, & vphysician of this city. Then the metal plate in time gave way to the glass, the ambrotype, and the, as now, chemically treated paper. 1 was SOrry to see the old university building torn down, because it was additionally historic, in that another professor—Morse—first experi- mented for his telegraph on the same roof with stretched wires and a magnetic battery. In the building also Samuel Colt had chambers fronting Washington square, and in them he invented his re- volver. A faddist in photography of this city recently made a census of its operators in the art, and as a result found that over 100,000 photographs were here annually taken, irrespective of those covered by the kodak fad,which now seems epidemic over the world. Amid all the changes and mutations in the hotel life of this city, the old 42-year- old Fifth-avenue Hotel holds its supre- macy. 1 can count- twenty-two hotels that have arisen since it was opened, but it still challenges them all. " It is the Republican_hotel par excellence, as the Hoffman House is the Democratic hostelry. During the weeks past the Fifth-avenue Hotel has been crowded with Republican &logkqlms_ and local Re- publican bosses. oking into the dining- Toom the other evening, as searching for a friend, I saw two of its oldest political guests at different tables dining with thelr ‘ the rounds, says a Newport correspondent of the New York Advertiser. A few weeks before Mrs. Vanderbilt, her daughter and the Duke left Newport a photographer put his camera in a good position in front of Oliver H. P. Belmont’s Newport residence. ‘While the photographer had his head hid- den beneath the black cloth, focusing the house, he felt some one touch his shoulder. +I say, can’t you take us in a group?” said a voice. The photographer saw before him a slight, well-built and boyish-looking man and a tall young woman with black hairand eyes and a portly, well-fed man with a florid face. Addressing the young man, the photographer answered that he never took personal photographs except in hig studio. The young man looked disappointed. The oung woman said, ‘‘Oh, wouldn’t it have geen un?”’ and the trio passed on. A wit- ness of the incident said later to the photographer: : “You're stow. Why didn’t you take a picture of those people this afternoon? Didn’t you know who they were? The young fellow was the Duke of Marlborough, the young woman was Miss Consuelo Vanderbilt and the older man was Oliver H. P. Belmont.” “Lord! But wasn't I slow?”’ answered the chagrined photographer. *‘Icould have made a good thing out of that picture.” ——————— ELECOTRIO RAPID TRANSIT. Only a Matter of Time Until These Roads Will Gridiron the Country. The whole plan is so entirely practical that it is only a matter of time when such roads will be established between all im- portant pointz. The substitution of the electric motor and special devices for fast travel may be delayed by the managers of steam railways, whose business will be in- jured thereby, but the change has got to come. Present methods are not in keep- ing with the progressive science of the age. The steam roads carry a ton of car weight for every passenger they trans- port, where only 400 pounds are re- uired with the new system. The slaughter of people by crossing roads built at grade on the surface must be stopped, and this is one way to avoid 1t. Why should the mails occnp& twenty- four hours in transit between New York and Chicago, when the distance can be covered in eight hours? Why should passengers be bothered with sleeping- car accommodations to make a journey that can be accomvlished within the short hours that now constitute a legal working- . day? f;l the Brott system locomotives are dis- pensed with. e motors are on the axles, under the cars. Hence it is possible to dispense with the mighty locomotive, that has to be made nearly as heavy as the whole train in order to secure a proper hold upon the track. Now that ocean steamers have so closely approached railroad speed, it is high time that the land roads forged ahead before designers of water craft catch up.—Charles H, Cochrane, in November Lippincott’s. s A Conditional Reward. Woman—My husband has disappeared and may be dead. I want to offer a reward for his body. Chief of Police—Yes, madam. A de- scription will be needed, and this, with the reward, will no doubt prove effective. He may be alive, you know, in which case we may soon be able to return him to you. ‘Woman—I shan’t pay a cent of reward unless he is returned dead; just remember that.—New York Weekl; CAPTAIN WILLIAM EDWARD BUSHNELL, when ashore at Norwich, one of the pret- , abled steamer were safely put aboard the tiest sound ports of the “Nutmeg State.” And here his son William first saw the light in the year 1823. At the early age of 12g he was initiated into the Yrofession which he has uninterruptedly foll this day. He stood his watch at the wheel of a steamer owned by his father on Long | Island Sound. He acted a- pilot on_sundry sailing yes- sels plying between his native home and the city of New York. Even while in his “teens’’ he went before the mast on the ship Congress around the Horn to Valpa- raiso. All maritime men of ‘ye olden time” who spin yarns in the purlieus of the Mer- chants’ Exchange well remember Captain Bob Waterman, one of the smartest sail- ors and strictest disciplinarians who ever trod the quarterdeck of a aeep-water craft. Well, he “secured the services of young Bushnell as second officer of the brig Hiram, and on her he voyaged to Brazil. But another voyage, which virtually made him a California pioneer long before the dawn of the golden era, was that taken on the whaling ship Lowell. This craft carried him around the Cape of Good Hope as early as 1845, visited Labaina and Tahiti, ran over to this coast and after killing a number of the leviathans of the deep in the Arctic seas returned to New London with 500 barrels of oil. The shi’p Harry Lee brought the juve- nile “’salt’’ to California as one of the mem- bers of the Hartford Union and Mining Tradin, Compung. The captain _ was David P. Vale and the first officer Henry T. Havens, a brother-in-law of Rev. Albert ‘Williams, the first Presbyterian clergyman of Yerba Buena, and later chaplain of the Pioneer Society. The Lee entered the Golden Gate September 13, 1849. After looking around at the sights and scenes of the infantile metropolis the young adven- turer struck out for the ‘‘diggings’’ and did his first gold mining on the Cosumnes River. But this was too slow work and not congenial to one who had never been out of sight or smell of salt water. So after laying out another course and taking his “bearings’* he came down to San Fran- cisco and went to work on the old Com- mercial-street wharf. He aided in bnild- ing the pioneer pier, getting ten ‘‘pesos” per dav for his labor. Along came the argonaut steamer Sena- tor, her prow cleaving the waters of the “Gate’ for the first time on October 27, 1849. This was her virgin voyage, and right royally did the pioneers welcome the stanch craft to our shores. On the other ocean she fell short of fuel, and her skip- r had to anchor for many weeks in the g:nits of Magellan to cut enough wood to propel the craft to Valparaiso. Only two or three passengers came out from New York to Panama, but at the latter port no fewer than 160 got aboard. At this time her owners were William Niblo, James Cunningham, Edward and Charles Min- turn, the latter acting for yearsas her agent in this City. Scarcely had the Senator dropped anchor in this harbor before Bushnell went to the wheel and piloted her up to Sacramento. Interior-bouna pioneers eagerly paid $25 assage money, and the “flush’” diggers $2 for supper and a like sum for a berth. Captain John Van Pelt commanded, but he never talked to the man at the wheel. In 1853 Captain Bushnell had command of the steamer Antelope. On one trip he narrowly escaped with his life. The caught fire, and in his herculean efforts to extinguish the flames, which threatened the destruction of the craft, and which would have entailed appalling loss of life, he was rendered nearly insensible, but he did not succumb until” all danger to the boat was over. In acknowledgment of his indefatigable and successful labors on this hazardous mission the United States Local Inspectors commended him highly. The very first license to run steamers on Puget Sound was granted to Captain Bush- neli He made a brilliant record while engaged in that service. He commanded the steamer Ju! nd the stanch old vessel Eliza Anderson, which was commanded so many years by Captain D. B. Finch, now of Oakland. At the height of the trouble between the United States and England Captain Bush- nell safely transported some 250 American troops from Steilacoom to S8an Juan [sland. This was a very hazardous feat, but he boldly faced the dangers of hostile forces and perilous navigation, despite the pro- testations of army and navy officers. 1n 1855, when the Honduras Tradingand oat | owed to | | poet, the grounds to Senator and conveyed to Benicia.” Subsecigemly the Antelope, having been greatly lightened, floated with the hole above the water, and soon therealter was snugly lying at her berth in this City. An eye-witness of the collision "stated that as soon as Captain Bushnell had given the necessary orders for careening the disabled steamer he jumped into the bay, and climbing to the breach aided with his own body and at great personal risk and suffering, in Krevenlin the water from rushing into the hold. §n this posi- tion, with materials hastily obtained, he partially succeeded in closing the leak. His conduct throughout was that of the cool commander and intrepid sailor. Captain Bushnell has sacredly preserved a certificate appointing him September 17, 1852, the first United States Steamboat In- spector on the Pacific Coast. The docue ment is signed by the Hon. Ogden Hoff. man, United States District Judge. Amon§ the passengers on the Antelope was the famous actress and adventuress, Lola Montez. In the prescribed limits allotted to the writer it is impossible to narrate in ex- tenso all of the interesting incidents in the maritime career of this Pacific pioneer pilot. He has a record of disinterested heroism, of total obliviousness of self in the hour of geril,and of generous mag- nanimity exhibited toward those whose culpable or careless conduct jeopardized his own reputation as a skillful and dis- creet officer. He is justly proud of a cer- tificate appointing him' the first United States steamboat inspector on the Pacific Coast. Of the larger steamers which have plied on our bays and rivers, Captain Bushnell has commanded and piloted the following named: Senator, Antelope, Confidence, Wilson G. Hunt, Alameda, El Capitan, Oakland and New World. During the last decade he has conveyed on the ferry-steamer Piedmont many thousands of local insseugers between San Francisco and Oakland, besides hosts of tourists and travelers from every nation in Christendom. Notwithetanding the innumerable priva- tions and hardships to which he has been and still is exposed, his mental and physi- cal powers remain unimpaired. As he in guided so many of his fellow-travelers in safety to their destined earthly haven may he at the close of his life’s voyage fin anchor in the haven of eternal rest. HEexry B. Livineston. Edgar Alian Poe’s Cottage. New York Vanity. Those of us who, at the invitation of the Shakespeare Society of New York, have lately visited the poor mttuge at Fordham where from 1844 to 1849 Edgar Allan Poe lived and starved, where hLe saw the wife of his youth perish from cold because his now immortal work could not sell for the pittance needed to cover her slight form from the bitterness of winter, cannot fail to be in sympathy witn the efforts of the society to do a most tardy but most merited justice to the peet who, while sub- dued by that “‘most unmerciful disaster which followed fast and followed faster,” still wrote lines which the world will not willingly let die. The Shakespeare So- ciety asks the public for $5000 to move the poor cottage to a site where 1t can_be per- etuated and maintained as a shrine. Be- ore it the society prcggses a statue of the entered by a gnul over which “the ominous bird of yore," the raven, which idealizes at once his de- spair and his genius, shall brood in lasting bronze. It seems hardly possible but that our generous and appreciative fellow-citizens who have libemfiy contributed to deserved memorials of Tennyson, Keats, Shelley and Goethe, and to all the immortals of other lands, will fail to hold up the hands of the Shakespeare Society. But if the vublic are to help us in preserving the Poe cottage their subscriptions should reach the society at once, as the city has -hx:;{ begun the widening of Kingsbridge 4 the course of which will demolish it un- less promptly moved and placed on new foundations. Contributions handed to Harrison Grey Fiske, the Lotos Club; Nelson Wheatcroft, at the Empire Thea« ter; J. Henry Magonigle, at the Players’, or to A. R. Frey, the recording secretary, will reach the trustees of the Poe Cottage Fund of the New York Shakespeare Soe ciety and be promptiy and gratefully ace | knowledged through the public press.