Lord Beaconsfield and His Wife.

Auckland Star, Volume XXII, Issue 32, 7 February 1891, Page 2 (Supplement)

Lord Beaconsfield and His Wife.

Lord Beaconsfield did not place his personal happiness in love and domestic joys. He was poor, and his wife made him rich ; he was ambitious of politics, and his wife oriened tho door to success; he was am-

bibious of success in his career, and his wife sympabhised keenly with him, and ab least did nob hamper him. He was grateful, he was faithful, he was kind, he was everything thab a genbleman oughb bo be in such a case bo a woman who really loved him ; bub perhaps his condition of mind was not, after all, happiness. Writing to the sister in 1889, he said: ' As for " love," all my friends who married for love and beauty are eibher beabing their wives or living apart from bhem. I may commib many follies in life, bub I never intend to marry for love, which I am sure is a guarantee of infelicity.' He was nob favourably impressed by Mrs Lewis when he meb her the first time. • I was introduced, by particular desire, to Mrs Wyndham Lewis, a pretty little woman, a flirt and a rattle : indeed, gifted with a voiubilityl should bhink unequalled, and of which I can convey no idea. She bold me she liked silonb, melancholy men. I answered that I had do doubt of it.] Yet he was to marry her, and to find in her society a life of success and of high content ab least. On April 12, 1867, when he defeated Mr Gladstone's amendment to the Reform Bill, the younger members of the party extemporised a supper ab bhe Carlbon and begged of him to join them. Bub, as Lady Beaconsfield was never tired of repeating, • Dizz came home tome. 5 And she would add how he ate half the raised pie and drank the whole of the bottle of champagne which she had prepared in anticipation of his triumph. She was truly proud of him, and he was forid of telling her in joke that he had married her for money, to which she would reply : ' Ah, bub if youhad to do it over again, you would do ib for love'—a statement to which he always smilingly assented. Indeed he never lost an opportunity of eulogising his wife in public, and on one occasion, at a harvest home, he spoke of her aa ' bhe best wife in England.'

The Heathen Chinee. You shootee me ana hangee me, You bootee me aud bangee me, Me doee workee, getee boodle; Livee on ratee, poodle ; Oh, me livee, oh, so cheepee. And me workee while you sleepee.