CLIPPINGS.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3484, 6 September 1882, Page 4

CLIPPINGS.

While the mass of the Irish in America look with abhorrence upon the violent methods of combatting Her Majesty's Government and cannot find words strong enough to use in detestation of assassination, there is still an influential Irish clique, whose ramifications extend through the chief cities of the United States, who are devoting every energy to the encouragement of what may be called the dynamite policy. A plan was secretly laid in the West to capture the Princess Louise, who was expected to accompany the Marquis of Lome on his recent tour to Manitoba. The conspirators formed the project of swooping down upon her and capturing her for a hostage to be held until the Irish suspects were released. But the Princess did not then come out to Canada, and the plot failed, they said, because the detectives had wormed it out, sent over a warning, and she prudently remained in England. Describing the trial of hearing a sermon by telephone from Greenock to Glasgow, a distance of 25 miles, the writer Bays :—" I distinctly heard the sermon, the text being from the 6th chapter of Hebrews, and tbe words ' Heirs of promise.' Occasionally I lost a sentence, but, on the whole, it was very perfect; the hymns given out, the organist playing them over, the rustle made by the people rising, the volume of sound by the largo congregation singing, every note coming out quite clearly and distinctly, and tho whole effect very fine. The benediction (followed by a few moments of quiot) and the ruatlo made by the people leaving were distinctly heard. The whole thing seems almost incredible; and if I had been told three or four years ago that ifc would be possible for anyone in Glasgow to hear a sermon being preached in Greenock, I am sure I would not have believed ifc." Parisian society is now suffering from acute Anglomania. The men and women are Anglicised from head to foofc. Even the little milliner girls are now wearing testhetic sleeves puffed at the shoulder. The cafoa are taking the names of taverns and bars. The very language is being transformed by infusion of English elements. The aristocrats give their children English names, and in high society ifc is considered tho right thing to have none but English esrvaute, and to creak to them

in English. French novels are abandoned in favor of Thackeray and Dickens, or Herbert Spencer, who is a great favorite with the ladies there. Dinner is served in English style. On some tables even English dry sherry has made its appearance. In short " clue Anglais " ia all the rage, and the Prince of Wales is the modern French exquisite's modd of manners and excellence. As a contemporary observes, this is the age of wealth, rank and genius taking quite an inferior place. A young woman of eighteen was recently married in Paris. Her dowry whs three thousand millions of francs, or £120,000. The wedding presents are described as consisting of " rivers of diamonds, pearl necklaces, sapphires, emeralds, and rubies as big as filberts." Princes aud nobles vied with one another for the honor of signing the marriage register. The bride's name was Zoe Lucy Betsy de Rothschild, daughter of Gustav de Rothschild the banker of Brussels. She did not make a brilliant match in the ordinary sense of the word; that ii to say, she did not marry a duke or grandee of any sort. Incredible as it may seem, she married for money. The bridegroom was M. Leon Lambert, chief of the Brussels house of Rothschild, and the primary object of the union apparently was to keep the young female's fortune in the firm. When we read of things like this, we always think of a cynical remark we once heard made on the death of an enormously rich man : " Ah, he could not take his gold with him where he was going because it would melt! " An inquest has been held at St. George'gin the East, London, as to the death of George Stippel, aged 65 years, lately residing at 39, Corn wall-street, Shadwell, who died under very singular circumstances. Ann Stippel, widow of the deceased, deposed that her husband was a watchman, and had been in the employ of Mr Ewin, a builder, of the Birdcage Hackney. Early in December the premises were entered by burglars, one of whom held a pistol over his head and threatened to shoot him if he raised an alarm. This gave him a great shock, and he came home very much frightened. He did not go to work again, and had never been the same man since. He had since frequently complained of pains in his heart. On Monday night he went to bed apparently in his usual condition, and on the following morning witness noticed him looking very strange. She immediately sent for a medical man, who pronounced life extinct. The Coroner said there could be no doubt that the fright of the burglars had hastened the deceased's death, and the jury returned a verdict accordance with the facts.—Cornish Telegraph. Fishy stories now and again come to the surface, which sometimes excite a good deal of attention. The latest to hand ia reported in the Home papers, which graphically describe an encounter between a sea monster and a decked fishing boat off the Shetland Islands. The half-dozen men in the boat iaw, not very far from them, a monster which came to the surface and blew like a whale. It then disappeared in the depths below, and when next seen it was making direct for the boat with its mouth—large enough to take in the boat, men and all — wide open. On its huge head were lumps tha size of a herring barrel; ie had large green eyes, about the dimensions of a dinner also, of a green color, seven or eight feet long, the whole forming a sight enough to appal the stoutest heart. By way of feeding it, we suppose,the fishermen are said to have thrown large stones into its mouth, and as it was getting too near them, a fowling-piece, charged with swan shot, was discharged into the tremendous cavity. Sail was then set, and an interesting chase of over nine miles supervened, during which time the sailors had time to observe that the monster had two large fins stretched out from it? back, and the length of the ugly crsature was estimated to be one hundred and fifty feet. The British papers generally accept the statement as true, but believe the dimensions of the monster exaggerated, owing to the excitement of the fishermen. It is thought that the stranger was probably a specimen of th* giant cuttle-fish.