Hazen S. Pingree. BY W. T. STEAD. (Special Cable to the New York Journal and Advertiser.) ONDON, June 19.-Ex-Governor Pingree, of Michigan the one time famous Mayor of Detroit, lies dead at the Grand Hotel in London. It is difficult to exaggerate the shock which this laconic, message of death occasioned me. It was seven years since I had met Hazen S. Pingree at his hospitable home in Detroit, but his form ever towered before me as one of the most typical, perhaps in some respects the most typical, of American men; and now to learn that he has died, far from his own To WM. O. MCDOWELL, Who has given more of his energy for extending the results of the American Revolution and for the political betterment of all mankind-than any other living man-this book is sent with the regards of the author. ETHAN ALLEN. people in the heart of the English capital, attended only by his son, seems to me almost incredible. Few men ever loomed so large in the Western horizon, so stalwart, virile, full of indomitable vigor. Pingree returned to London from the Continent after a brief and eventful visit to South Africa, carrying with him a sentence of death. He was conscious yesterday of everything but his approaching departure. He knew he was weak and ill, but longed to return home to his own people. From time to time he gave orders as to packing his trunks in order that he might start at once without delay. The fact that he was about to start on a still longer voyage over a trackless sea was mercifully withheld from him. 1 He had been attended constantly, all day, by his son, Hazen Pingree, who did everything he could in the way of personal tenderness or procuring the best advice in London, but nothing doctors do could arrest the disease. They say his weakness date a long time back, as long indeed as the time when he lay captive in a Confederate prison in the great civil war, but its acute form only manifested itself during his stay in Dresden. He was making a tour of the Continent with a view to the development of America's export business in boots and shoes. On his arrival in London he was ailing rather badly, but it seemed so little to occasion alarm that his secretary and travelling companion, Colorel Sutton, deemed it safe to return home, leaving him with his son. The dysentery, instead of getting better, grew worse. Sir Thomas Barlow was called, but was unable to check the fatal flux, which, continuing day after day, was sufficient to sap the strongest constitution. It is accompanied by ulceration, which the physicians found impossible to deal with until the dysentery was checked. When to these intestinal complaints was added acute peritonitis the strength of the patient was unable to rally. The career of one of the most notable of modern Americans is closed, a man who for strength of character, firmness of purpose, indomitable energy and immense public spirit presents an example to two worlds. It was but the other day that he laid down the office of Governor of Michigan. There is somewhat of the strange irony of fate in the fact that the two men who more than any others incarnate the two great tendencies of the American commonwealth at the present time should both find themselves at the same moment in the capital of the British empire: Pierpont Morgan, at the very zenith of his fame and power, received by the King, feted by the city, regarded with {, fear and admiration by all, while unnoticed, almost unknown, in a 'hotel near Charing Cross, Pingree has gone down into the waters of the river of death. Morgan represents the apotheosis of the trust; Pingree regarded the trust as the deadly enemy of the American republic. Pingree had an extremely interesting experience in his brief visit to South Africa. He went out armed with recommendations from Chamberlain which enabled him to pass everywhere freely through the English lines. When he left London he was fed up by the jingoes with all the calumnies upon the Boers which have been resorted to to palliate the attempted extermination of the republics. But the ex-Governor of Michigan was not the man to allow himself to be confined within the leading strings of British officialism. The moment he got to South Africa the scales began to fall from his eyes. Recommendations from the Colonial Office enabled him to penetrate regions hermetically sealed to the ordinary civilian. Accompanied only by his secretary he penetrated into the heart of the seat of war and soon had an opportunity of making the acquaintance of the Boers at first hand. Extraordinary though it may be, he was able to lunch in the British camp in the morning and dine with the |