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TOWN TALK. BY OUR SPECIAL CORRESPONDENT. Over readers will understand that we do not hold oursetue responsible for our able Correspondent's opinions. Two very different men died last week, both very representative Englishmen, whose successes are such obstacles to the growth of the sort of republicanism that thrives on the Continent-Mr. Gillott, the great steel pen manufacturer, and Sir Francis Crossley, the great carpet manufacturer, at Halifax, baronet and M.P. for one of the Yorkshire Ridings. Mr. Gillott began life as a Sheffield journeyman mechanic. He invented the first, or at any rate one of the first, machines for making steel pens. At first, I have been told, he worked it himself in secret; in the end his pens, turned out by the gross, found their way all over the civilised world. Before Gillott's time a very bad steel pen-a long taper, hard-pointed thing, like a stiletto, cost a shilling, and worked very badly. Gillott brought the price down to pence, then farthings, and finally to a few pence per gross, and made an article that almost drove quill pens out of use, except in Government offices. I have an idea that steel pens were better made before they became so cheap, for then each pen before sent to market was subjected to a separate examination. Under these circum- stances Mr. Gillott became a very rich man, and ex- hibited early a taste which has since become common amongst English self-made men, which has made Birmingham, Manchester, and Liverpool fine open- ings for modern artists. For more than a quarter of a century Mr. Gillott's gallery of modern art has been celebrated for specimens chiefly purchased direct from each artist. Many distinguished artists owe many of their earliest orders to the patron- age of the pen manufacturer. He liked change, too, and was ever willing to part with a good specimen for a consideration in the way of profit- transfers which paid the original purchaser and im- proved the reputation of the artists. SIR FRANCIS CROSSLEY was the son of a well-to-do manufacturer of carpets, but he enormously increased his original moderate fortune by early attending to novel and beautiful designs, and adopting machinery and steam power instead of the old hand-looms. By this bold innovation he completely distanced the Kidder- minster manufacturers, who previously commanded the best markets. They dared not offend their men by introducing the steam power loom, and had not pluck or capital to discard the old machinery. Many years later a long strike ruined several of the Kidder- minster firms, but effected the revolution in machinery. Francis Crossley always knew how to gain the con- fidence and enforce the obedience of his "hands." As a matter of course, he became enormously wealthy; went into Parliament first for Halifax, and then as one of the M.P.'s for Yorkshire, representing, amongst powerful interests, the Nonconformists; was made a baronet, not only as a rich supporter of the party in power, but as a popular tribute to the í Liberal manufacturing M.P.'s splendid acts of I charity and philanthropy, amongst which may be named one of the first instances of park land ever planted and adorned with appropriate buildings, fountains, and statues. Never did any man spend his fortune more nobly or less ostentatiously. His death in the prime of life (fifty-four) mustbe considered a severe loss to his county and his country. THE pantomime fever is still raging amongst the children of London, and has even extended to the provinces. At Liverpool, last week, I saw the doors of the theatre that stands alongside the great railway station literally besieged by parents and guardians, uncles and aunts, pressing to secure seats for their infant charges. Talking of Liver- pool-that wonderful product of commercial success in which no stranger would care to live except to make money-I was obliged, in deference to a most hospitable host, to go through the weary round of sight-seeing. One institution only impressed me more than ordinary modern buildings-the Brown Institution, the gift of a deceased merchant—where a valuable museum of art and natural history is supplemented by a great free library, the reading-room of which I found full of studious real working men, mechanics, sailors, &c., and with a curtained compartment set apart for the women. This was really interesting, because schools lose half their uxes without free access to books. This institution has also received a splendid gift of specimens of porcelain and other ceramic work, and of miniatures, jewellery, and articles of vertu from a wealthy retired tradesman, still living, Mr. Meyer. Liverpool is, I believe, strong in educational establishments and private picture galleries, but possesses the usual collection of frightful statues of British and local celebrities- As you leave the station, two fearful equestrian figures, by a female sculptor, of her Majesty and the late Prince Consort, prepare you for the chamber of horrors in the splendid St. George's Hall. There one simple, effective, and intelligent statue of Sir Alexander Brown, by M'Dowell, stands singular amongst a line of monstrosities, which excel the collection in the London Guildhall. The late Earl of Derby, in the full costume of a Knight of the Garter, with the tassel like a bell rope -very carefully carved—seemed only to want a judicious application of paint to fit him for Madame Tussaud's collection. He stands in a line with, series of local reverend celebrities. Ecclesiastical robes are especially fitted for bird's nests. Absurdity cannot exceed the open silk sleeve of an Archdeacon carved in stone. English sculptors in their own line are second to none, but the prosp3ct of a monumental statue adds a new terror to an English death. This St. George's Hall is a fine building, especially internally, but the fancy of making a Grecian Temple in this climate, where, as in Greece, a roof cannot be dispensed with, reduces nearly all the chambers outside the hall to gaslight. The Liverpool Exchange is large and convenient, but mean in architecture- a sort of bastard Italian. But it must be admitted that the town is very orderly, and, considering the climate, very clean. The true glory of the place is to be found on the river. P. P. + THE CRECHE AT STEPNEY CAUSEWAY, RAT- CLiFFE—Amongst the happiest of happy New Year's parties was one of a somewhat novel kind at the above interesting institution, when Mrs. Hilton, the founder, contrived to entertain eighty infants, from one month to four and a half years old, and all their mothers. There was a Christmas tree lighted up for the little ones, and a present for each, while their mothers had a substantial tea. Some hymns were sung and suitable addresses were delivered.

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