LORD BEACONSFIELD'S RETURN FROM BERLIN.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume XIII, Issue 217, 22 October 1878, Page 6

LORD BEACONSFIELD'S RETURN FROM BERLIN.

[London correspondent "New York Times.''] Lord Baacousfiald walked from his residence iv Downing-3treet to St. Stephen's. He had with him his faithful Secretary, Montague Cory, on whose arm he leanod. At tha lower end of P<irliament-3treot the two were recognised, aud all tho way to the portico of tha House ot Lords the Premier was cheered by the crowd. He raised his hit now and then and looked pleased. His face was pale, aud he walked like an old ram ia apite of himself, for be hud still a touch of tho jaunty air which characterised his style yeas ago. It is a grave, sad face ; a Strang?, thoughtful, unsympathiaing counieuauci;. I hay.-* aeen it light up once iv « way, but ouly now aud then. His fasd has hoen well described as a mask L'h tt is a eommou simile, which finds p eto'iul expreddio.i iv the sphiux. Buj ther.} is a soul b.;hiud it. I fauey that " vacant look " is the result of practisai disguise of feeling. A fact) that tells v.) sscreti. Ey^s lint can look uncor.^ Cf.iu3d on all ooc-isious, a mouth v/iih lips lb U never tremble, must ba useful to great politici'i'is and diplomatist?. D.qian i upon ir, the (i3rc3 fires of passion have burned red and hot behind t'njj humm m-isk. But everything co.v.is by praitioe, an.l Disraeli ii an actir who can co.itrol ihe expression of hii features, ani a .minister his strongest fields with iha disjreet manv^enidnt ot a greit histrionic artist. Ths common peoph 10-jk it him wou ieringly; his peers don't uudirstmd him ; only Mouiiu-ue Cory, I auspacl, kuowa him thoroug ily, no-v that his wife is no tinra. How much in tho past ha owed to th:i pifciant devo.ionof tint goo l womau, the Piemit-r touohiugly male known during her lifetime, aui thera must ba something good in a man to whom a true, uoble, woman id as devotedly attauhad wheu thoy tread the ilo.vuhiil of life together as she is in the heyday of th.-dr ambitious hopes. The Premi-r's H'ifa — ova of the hi-st of women — was davota.l to him. She wii9 his only companion. They wont together ev^rywhero, liko two cloie (rieuds. When shu dial his bitterest political foes expressed a deep sorrow for him. Everybody knew how intensely ho suffered. Aud yet there rose up iv duo course miserable gossips who talked uf his takiag a eeuoud wife, and pojr scribblers who were silly

enough to. suggest that he was going to marry the Queen. These latter were of tho class who have not scrupled to scandalise that true wife and mother because she showed special favor to her dead husband's trusted Scotch servant, just as a man might pet his dead wife's favorite dog, or any woman might feel kindly towards a servant whom the man she loved, bad liked and trusted above all other attendants.