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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (July 31, 1897)
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listen and to whom they reply in their Her work lacks strength, verillty.
own ton cue with a comprehension Atrial flight, descent into the depths
that only a poet or another child can of the soul, or that breezy, ironical
understand. By a birth gift more view of types that Kipling and his
wonderful than that cf second sight humble followers take, is not to be
Jean Ingelow has kept the imagina- found in Miss Ingelow's work. It. is
tion of a child after having acquired of the school cf Ltngfcllow, Cowper,
the technique of maturity. For the Southeyand Wordsworth and these
rest her love poetry is apt to be ob- do not interest as they used whether
scure though the three times seven because the century is degenerate or
girl as she leans out of the window because we have more light, we are
breathes a simple wish that is no too near to say.
More mysterious than loving.
"I leased out of the window,
I ssack the white clover,
Dark, dark was the garden,
I stw not the gate;
Now if there be f ooMept,
He comes my one lover;
Hush aghtiagale, huth,
O sweet agatiagale wait
Till I later and hear
If a step drAweth near,
For my love k late."
Courier's" London Corres
Tbe Queen dUlikes tlacLincliam Palace and
will oot sleep tliero if she can help it, preferring
toifo to Paddington. tuo miles from Bucking.
ham, and take the train for Windsor Catle
which is twentr-four miles away, even if she
has to return the next morning. Ed.
As Richard Harding Davis says,
London is a show city. There is al
ways a uniform or a band or some
royalty to be looked at.
One of the most interesting scenes
Her poems of childhood and to young for an American tourist is a view of
Jove sing themselves. Their lyrical the Queen on her way from Bucking-
quality makes the work or tue com- lmm paace to Windsor.
been admired a bruize medal.
After that we were all invited into
tbe dining hall and told to order what
we wanted to eat or drink."
At this point 1 asked the little boy
what he ordered, and guess what it'
was--a mutton chop and a glass of
Tongues of peacocks, exotic fruits,
pyramids of cakes; what delicious
things we have heard of as being
served on a Queen's table, but never
before have I pictured a mutton chop
and a glass of pop as even finding a
place in the royal kitchen.
Patriotism ran very high in London
before the jubilee. One man in the
Royal Institute gardens forgot to lift
his hat during the playing of '"God
Save the Queen." A kind gentleman
knocked it oft for him and then a fight
If '"God Save the Queen" forces
every man to take off his hat, let some
great musician compose a tune that
will make a lady take off her chapeau.
poser as easy as putting together the
parts of an already fitted whole. ''Off
the Skelligs," and "Fated to be Free"
are the two best known of her novels.
It is announced in the morning
paper that Her Majesty will drive
through Hyde Park at 4 o'clock, on
herwav to Paddington station. So
her to write:
O Cfllnmhinr open your folded wrapper,
IfheK two twin turtle-doves dwell;
O ewefceopiat toll me the purple clapper
That hanrt m your dear green bell
JBut her fame rest upon her ioems of j, three I wander over th egreen
childhood. Her point of view enabled grags of the parJc vrliicli has no warn
ings to keep off. Here one can seat
himself comfortably some where in a
penny chair and await the great
Abont 4 o'clock all t raffle is stopped
The pscnycologist knows that a child aiong the route and mounted police
dwells in a world of symboK that to ,en gp back and forth with an air
him H is a ladder, S a snake. K a farm of ,Vstery. A crowd begins-to-gather
gate. O a bowl of bread and milk, a a0g the main road and I realize that
row of chairs is a train of airs, a cane i am getting a little excited with all
is an untameable steed, etc. Miss In- these prepanitions'going on.
gelow remembers the glory that en- First jive or six vans appear, bring
vejoped those things and is able inp the royal baggage. The Queen's
thus to keep up her communication armchaui which alwajs travels with
with that child world that is shut herj is conSpjcm,us in "one van. She
pon most ieople and sealed with a n'ever UsCSa rockenperliapslikePatti,
hxkwhich will not yield when Welt- si,e believes it will make her grow
achmerz cries out 'open." 0d.
When Tennyson died Queen Vic- When ti,e vans witn their brown
toria was imiortuned to apiwint Jean horses an( scarlet liveried drivers are
Ingelow poet laureate. Although not outofthe wav, the carriages come
of the same rank with Tennyson, JeanwIt h 0fflcers of state, ladies in wait-
Ingelow's appointment would at leat in tne royai children and last, but
have been the recognition of jv-poet. not least, four Indian attendants.
She is incapable of the afciurd sole- gome ten 0r" fifteen minutes have
cisms which the present laureate .IKlsse(i before, through the trees, is
commits withoutr&mpunction on the sn the shimmer of the uniform of
nation's aniyc-rearies. But Queen tne KovaI jor!?e Guards. Seven at-
"Victoriaioes not believe in recog- tempts" have been made on Queen Vic-
teinsanything feminine. Her toria"s life so it is no wonder they are
ministers, poets, playwrights and commanded to ride fast, the - guards
gillies are men and if she knows W!th their cuns nointed and a mili-
ier mind her appointees will be tarv clank of armor which is quite
3ascu1in, to the end of her reign, thrilling.
Jean Jngelow's work is not so When he Queen. dressed in black,
popular as it was ten years'ago. Like appears in her open carriage. lam de.
Mrs. Oliphant, she felt that her day lighted to see that she looks' exactly
-was over. With the modern school 1:1-0 lior natures. Her daughter.
of art for art's sake they had not
much to do. The style which made
them the -vogue may come again but
just now it-is for hilltop novels, im
pressionism and realism. Rudyard
Beatrice, is always with her. Two
Scotch attendants in full Highland
uniforms are in the carriage. The
people hardly have time to cheer le-
fore her Majesty is past. The crowd
Kipling and short story writers of the coses irij the delayed traffic moves on
jastenaoi tue century nave maae and we wander home to discuss roy
people impatient with the classicism altv in a familiar manner at the din
f twenty or fifteen years ago. Itis idle ner tabie m the evening.
to predict wnat anotuer ten years win
do. Therefore it is only safe to say
that tbe children will go on commit
ting "Songs of Seven" for they are
jMt influenced by fads or schools, havior and a good drawing to visit her
Mother Goose is as popular as she was ilajesty at Windsor.
he told me,
I once had the honor to meet a small
boy, who. along with fifty other blue
coat boys, was chosen for good be-
"When we arrived."
'we were all taken into a long hall
where we knelt on one knee holding
up our drawing. Then a little hip-pity-tippity
old lady came in, dressed
before language songs, lesson songs
and all kinds of kindergarten methods
laid siege to the heart of a child.
Jean -Ingelow died at the age of sixty
seven a gentle, pink cheeked old lady.
"We are personally attached to her as in black -who did not look as well as
we. were to Longfellow, for his good- mother. She walked down the line
Bees and sweetness. When Mrs. examining the drawings through her
Browning died it was predicted that lorgnettes and occasionally saying one
Mise Ingelow would take her place, was good. When the end of the line
-Critks do not admit Miss Ingelow's was reached she left the room, but a
werkxiowlo so distinguished a place, very gorgeous looking man appeared
She has not fulfilled her early promise, and gave every boy whose work had
fund which they aadpoo'ed in starting,
and he of the three knew how the fi
nances stood. He ran his hands down
through all his pockets and brought out
some Ioo3e silver. Then he Cdlled on
the others and they added a few dimeB
and nickels. He counted the money
over and pushed it across tbe counter.
"Two ninety. That's all we've got.
and no way of getting any more ULtil we
reach home. Send the rest to ou
And then the three filed out the door
and headed down tbe mountain and that-,
night took the Rock Island for Lincoln
which place they reached the following
afternoon, ravenous as wolves, for that
four dollar and seventy-five cent lunch
on'the Peak had deprived them of every
chance of anything to eat for twenty
STORIES IN PASSING.
Three Lincoln young men wetit out to
Colorado for a month la-t summer and
many and varied were their experiences.
The last week of their stay they spent at
and around Colorado Springs and Man
itou and the last dny was devoted to the
assent of Pike's P ak on foot. They
had put this off until theJast that they
might tbe better he able to stand the
walk and as a ri:ticg climax to the
Tbe sfcent was to them what it is to
every one who makes it on foot one
jonr continuation of magnificent scenery
little showers, cog-road, and constant
knee-action at an angle of eixty degrees.
Of course they took a lunch from Mani
tou out, or rather up boded eggs and
doughnuts and sandwiches and tbe like
bulging out their potkets; but what
with munching continually on the way
and losing part by one of the young fel
lows slipping down a ravine into the
broik, and thochecsjaao the doughnuts
getting ground up into a mealy mass
with the eggs, there wa3 lit le of that
lunch left by the tm 3 the three etruck
the red section house that is the real
half-way retting place up the mountain.
From there on it is a long, steady, up
ward pull, mile after mile, with the end
seemingly never in Eight until you made
that last turn and 1 anting, falling, cold,
faint, exhausted and dead-beat, you
tumble into the stone house at the top
and call for a lunch. Everybody feels
about the same and everybody eats and
thinke about the same if they are not
too ill to look at food.
These three Lincoln young men were
not ill the atmosphere made little dif
ference to them but they were cold and
wet and hungry, and they ordered near
ly everything at hand whole pots of
coffee, cakes, steak, potatoes, toast and
more coffee. Now. if you have ever vis
ited that eating house on the summit of
Pise's Peak, you know the place and
you have had experience with the prices.
The young men had never been there
before and no one had even told them
about it So when they called for the
bill and the waiter counted up and said,
'four dollars and seventy-five cents,' it
took their breath away in earnest and
for the moment at least tbey'felt the al
"Ob, Lord!' said the big; brown-haired
fellow who is a foot ball man and had
eaten as much as the other two.
"Four dollars and seventy-five cents,"
said his brother, "well, at that price we
can let nothing go to waste," and he fell
to again, cutting off a bit of steak close
to the bone.
But the third young man was silent,
for he alone realized the gravity of th?
situation, He was treasurer of the
Two other young men had an expe ri-'
ence over a lunch but it was in coining
out from Chicago and in quite a differ
ent way. They bad left Chicago in the
evening with nothing but their tickets
and seven cents between them. The
next morning the train stopped at Pa
cific Junction for breakfast and the two
young men waiKed into the lunch room-
"I'll just take a cup of coffes," said
the taller of the two, he of the five-cent-piece,
"What'll jou have. Will?"
"Oh, nothing," said Will, "I'm not
feeling very well this morning and don't
believe I could stand anything to eat."
And he went over to the ice-watar tanVr
took a drink, and bought two sticks of
gum with his pennies. Then he leaned
up against the wall and watched his
friend drink the coffee, and looked lov
ingly ut a large package of lunch tbe
waitress had wrapped up and placed on
the counter near bis friend, evidently for
someone in the adjoining dining room.
Will thought his companion hung over
his coffee-cup an unusually long time,
but the youcg man had a purpoce. Ho
kept 'pouring in a little more cream and
sipping slowly until the engine gave a
shriek and the bell clanged. Then in
the genera! rush of passengers from the
lunch room the two young men reached
When they took their seats Will saw
that hiB friend had the package of lunch
which had been placed on the counter
so conveniently near. They found fried
chicken, bread and butter sandwiches,
a half of pie and some devilled eggs.
TLey washed it down with ica-water and
thci walked through the train. But
save a florid old gentleman who told his
wife gruffly to go into the diner for break
fast while be took a smoke, they found
no one who seemed to havo lost a lunch
in the general stampede from the station.
It is a big, barn-like structure just to
the west of the depot at the little tows
of Greenwood down on the Burlington
between here and Omaha. Years have
passed since it served its purpose, for the
windows are panelesa and the doors
stand gaping. The wind sways the
hanging shutters and keeps up a mourn
ful tattoo on the loos3ned weather
boarding, The bricks of the chimney
have fallen away until merely a stump
remains. There is a big rent in the roof
which admits rain, sun, dust and the
birds that haunt an old houee. At the
side tne remains of a "lean-to" still
stand, but threatening to collapse at any
moment. Tall weeds and sun-flow,
era hide the approaches and choke the
doorways. Through this growth a dog
sometimes noses its way, or a boy and
his companions play hide-and seek"
there but not often, for the old building
has an evil name among the young of
the village. It has never been occupied
within their memory and that is enough
to suggest almost anything in their
imaginative little brains. To the older
inhabitants of the town it brings back
early years of prosperity and business
and high hopes, now gone. They gaze
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