Life — August 26, 1897 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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‘LIFE: they prefer is lifted from an ignoble curiosity to the rank of a lofty homage to virtue. They have done their duty in life ; ergo, their smallest doings and sayings are of weight, and the lustre of their virtue gilds whatso- ever touches their lives, even down to the maid-servant and the man-servant within their gates, and the fashion of the livery worn by the latter. In the face of such homage to virtue, who shall say that we are a material and non-idealistic nation? None but such ill-advised persons those referred to before, who obstinately insist that our admiration for impecuni- ous virtue is by no means so striking, that trivialities do not become important in proportion to the wealth of the person concerned, and that, in short, a gilded calf is no less bovine on account of its golden ornamentation. Custom-Made Anecdotes. SIR ISAAC NEWTON AND THE 00G. IR ISAAC NEWTON, the great English mathe- matician, was fully as well known for his wonderful patience and self-control as for his other gifts of mind. The following anecdote is told of him to illustrate the point: One day a great mass of finished manuscript lay on his library table. It represented the labor of five years, and contained the treatise on gravitation, the binomial theorem, and other interesting matters which Sir Isaac intended to submit to Punch that day. While he was out of the room for a momenta pug dog belonging to Lady Blank—who was then visiting at the house—stole in, and jumping upon the table, upset a pail of ink all over the precious manuscript. Three minutes after Sir Isaac had returned a neat maid-servant appeared at the door in response to the bell from her master’s room, ’ said Sir Isaac, who always had details at ends despite the weighty affairs that occu- pied him, ‘‘tell John to come up here immediately with a dustpan, broom and sponge, and remove that,” point- ing to the floor, “‘Lawk sakes alive! What is it, sir?’ cried Mary. “It was a dog,” answered the great philosopher, with- out the slightest sign of emotion. The maid turned to leave. !" called Sir Isaac. “One moment, Mary! “Tfany one THANK you!" 173 should speak of this, tell them that all I said was, ‘Oh, Diamond, Diamond, thou little knowest the mischief thou hast done!'" “Yes, sir.” “* And add that the dog died of a broken heart.” Then came the sound of a scratching pen mathematician calmly entered upon another five-y contract. H.W. Phillips. Autobiographical. HE self-made man was speaking. He said: ‘‘ My father was a raiser of hogs. There wasa large family of us"—and then his voice was drowned by the applause. A Dangerous Competitor. ERTAIN well-advertised ladies who move in fash- ionable society should look to their laurels. The following item relates to the Long Branch Horse Show: Mrs. Marks Arnheim had box No. 21. She was gowned in a brocaded foulard silk, with large flower figures, and wore her celebrated large pearl earrings, for which Mr. Arnheim refused an offer of $30,000. There is a new feature in this, and one which some of our friends at the Metropolitan Opera House next winter will do well to adopt. This seems to put things upona business basis, and cannot fail to impress the class of readers who enjoy ‘‘scciety” news. THE SAILOR BOY'S HAPPY RETURN.