People We Hear about.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXVIII, Issue 44, 1 November 1900, Page 10

People We Hear about.

There died in Dublin recently, at the ripe old Bge of 87 years, Isabella, the widow of William Vincent Wallace, the composer of the ever green opera ' Maritana.' The death is reported of Viscount Encombe, third eon of the Earl of Eldon. He was married to a sister of Lord Lovat. Two yearn ago he was received into the Catholic Church. The Hon. Adrian Verney-Cave, Lord Braye's eldest son, was manual on Autfuot 2S U Mlob Ethel Puney, Captain E. B. Pusey's second daughter, at the Catholic Church, Manchester square, London. A marble bust of Lord Brampton, by Mr. Bwinerton, has been presented by Lady Brampton to the City of London, which, she says, has always appreciated her husband's career. The bust ia to find a temporary resting place in the CJuildhall, pending the erection of the new Central Criminal Court. The Duke of Norfolk's only child, Philip Joseph Mary Fitzalan Howard, Earl of Arundel and Surrey, attained his majority on Friday, September 7, having been born on September 7, 1879. Owing to the delicate health and condition of the prospective Lord of Arundel Castle there were no festivities, though the occasion was marked by religious observances. A young man named James O'Connell, a native of Ohoks, recently accomplished some remarkable feata of strength. He shouldered a square iron block, weight 4001 b ; he then carried 7501 b on his back, walking a chain with it. He also lifted 14cwt off the ground with his back. O'Connell stands sft llin.he weighi 12st 91b, and measures 42in around the chest. A book that will attract attention when it is published will be the Rev. Dr. Barry's Hut or y of the Papal Monarchy. Dr. Barry has been engaged for a long time upon this work, and has gone to original sources for his information, besides utilising all that has been published by the leading authorities. Mr. Fisher Unwin it to publish the book. The same publisher will issue ihortly The WnanVx Knot, by the same author. It is a tale of Ireland dnrinp the famine period, and is practically the first attempt of its author at an Irish novel. There are a great many worse billets than that of Speaker of the House of Commons. His salary is equal to that of the Governor of New Zealand before the latter got his last 'rise,' in addition to which he has a bouse provided free of rent, with furniture which is sufficiently luxurious to please the fastidious tastes of a holder of New Zealand gold dredging shares. When the Speaker is elected he receives from the State £1000 to provide himself with proper robes, 200007. of silver plate for the maintenance of hiß dignity, two hogsheads of clan t at the same time, and he receives £100 annually for stationery. The Clothworkers' Company of London make him a curious present of a length of broadcloth every Christmas. Then when he retires he is made a Viscount, with a very substantial pension into the bargain. Anecdotes of the late Lord Chief Justice of England continue to accumulate. Mrs Crawford, the Paris correspondent of Truth, tells the following : — ' He won the admiration of the French Bar by his manner of conducting the British case before the Behring Sea Arbitration Court He was a true Irishman. Nothing hurt and gnevid him more than to meet an Irishmen who belittled his country. During one of his calls on me he spoke with pride and pleasure ot the ri^e in grade of the Irish in America. When firßt he \isit< 1 the United States the greater part of them were unskilled laborers In his most recent visit he found the Italians had taken their place. The Irish were high in trade, journalism, and professional business, and covered, as an American said to him, "an elevated tableland of Now World civilisation." The quotation was given with a merry twinkle of the eye.' The Paris Exhibition Jury were rather puzzled (writes a Paris correspondent) when they found among ths exhibitors whose work thi-y had to judge no less a personage than a reigning sovereign, vi/.. King Carlos of Portugal, who sought their suffrages as a painter. His picture, entitled 'Tunny-fishing in the Algarve,' is exhibited in the Grand Palais des Champs Elysees. Some of the jurors proposed to simply declare the King ' Hors Concourn,' but they came to the decision that it was perhaps better to consider him purely as an art'st, and to reward him accordingly. King Carlos was therefore considerel as one of the artists of his own country, and was awarded a silver medal of the Becond clasß. It cannot be said thdt the jury have flattered him, for his picture is really a work of high merit, and which might by itself have secured better recognition. But the jury were probably afraid that if they gave a King a high reward people would say they gave it not because of the merit of the work, but because the artist was a King. About 1 o'clock on the Sunday afternoon, writes Mr Labouchere, we m ule our way to the de«erted precincts of New Court and knocked at the gateman's door. He opened it himself, and we beheld Sir Charles Russell in an old jacket and slippers, without collar or waistcoat. His taVe groaned under piles of papera connected with the Parnell Commission — he was then engaged in preparing his great speech — and when we entered he asked us to excuse him while he made up his lire and cooked himself a cup of cocoa. That done, the i'arnell papera were bundled aside, and we spent two anxious hours over my case I have often thought since what a straugf historical picture might have been made of the great advocate, in the throes of a sensational State trial, alone in his chambers on Sunday af terno >n, in shirt sleeves and clippers, making np his own fire and cooking his own cocoa. It was very characteristic, too, of Russell in every way — of his simplicity and indifference to the pomps and vanities, as well as of his laborious industry in mastering his cate.