Migrations, 1894
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Mr. Kirkland's Endorsement of
a Times Herald Enterprise.






A Well-Known Dallas Man Dedicates a
Literary Gem to the Unrivaled Merit
of "Sights and Scenes of the

     Among the many compliments and endorsements that the enterprises of the TIMES HERALD have received, there has been none stronger in fact and more beautiful in expression, than the following communication from the pen of Mr. James Kirkland, manager of the mail order department of Sanger Bros.
     Mr. Kirkland is a Scotchman by birth and education, coming directly from Ayr, having spent his youth upon "Ye Banks and Braes o' Bonnie Doon." He has all of the keen sensibility to the romance and beauty of the lowlands, that has been fostered by surroundings. His old home was a near neighbor to the famous Burns cottage, and he has also been a loyal loiterer amid the other Scottish scenes presented. He can, therefore, speak of the artistic merit and intrinsic value of the photographic views the T
IMES HERALD is offering its subscribers.
     The appreciation of the series of pictures now being issued by the T
IMES HERALD has found expression in the comprehensive and beautifully written endorsement of Mr. Kirkland:
     Ruskin has well said: "Best hundred books! Nonsense. For a Scotchman, next to his Bible there is but one book---his native land; but one language---his native tongue, the sweetest, richest, subtlest, most musical of all the dialects in Europe. Study your Burns, Scott and Carlyle."
     This truth was freshly brought home to me to-night, the 135th anniversary of Robert Burns, who occupies a first place among the chosen few of our poets, who are at once national and universal. A noble gift was his, to speak in song with perfect thoughts, crystallized in a perfect expression, to every Scottish heart first, and almost with equal power to every human heart that hopes, or loves, or longs to play the man and be free. So, memory turned backward, homeward; the book of native land was not available, but turning to your
SIGHTS AND SCENES OF THE WORLD, in portfolio No. 1, I found an excellent picture of Burn's cottage, situated about two miles from
          "Auld Ayr wham ne'er a toon surpasse;
          For honest men and bonnie lasses."
     Here the poet, on Jan. 25, 1759, first saw the light of day and passed the tender years of youth amidst the joys, the sorrows, the hopes, the fears of Scottish peasant life.
          "There lanely by the ingle-cheek
          He sat and eyed the spucing reek
          That filled wi' hoast-provoking smeek
               The au'd clay bigging,
          And heard the restless rattels squeak
               Aboot the riggin."
   There, also, he learned his first lessons in industry and frugality as he beheld:
          The mother wi' her needle and her shears,
          Gar auld claes look a'maist as weel as new."
     And how sweetly he gives us an insight into his early instruction in piety.
          "The sire turns o'er wi' patriarchal grace
          The big ha' Bible ance his father's pride."
     I have seen many photos of Burns' cottage, but none that pleased me better than the one now before me.
     It not only gives you a strictly correct view of the cottage, but also the magnificent beauties of the hedgerows and the woods, and could the camera but reach to the deep green of the hill and glen, the vision would be complete. Oh, how often our feet have wandered here by mossy dells, in the golden moss, by the bonnie windin' banks where Doon rins wimplin' clear, and how many happy, pleasing reminiscences well up in our minds to-night. The whole of that roadway from Ayr to Doon is a panorama of scenes, new and old. Old, in its association with Tam O'Shanter, his lanely wife---"nursing her wrath to keep it warm"---his eerie ride
          "Across the foard
          Where in the shaw the Chapman smoored."
     And the well where Munge's mither hanged hersel'. The weird dance in Alloway's auld Haunted Kirk and the keystane of the brig o' Doon where Maggie left her ain grey tail.
     New! with Burn's monument, and shell palace, its walks by Doon, the shady retreat of the lover's lane, with its myriad recollections of "converse low and sweet, sweet converse low." We've seen it all, in the full glory of the noonday sun, and in the dim twilight of a calm summer evening, when a golden halo was thrown over the beautiful and delightful sylvan retreats.
     How willingly out thoughts revert to where old companions dwell, to the haunts and scenes of boyhood, to the braes and glens, to the streams and lochs. That time when everything looked bright and sunny, when the hills were greener, the valley's were finer, the streams were clearer and the lasses lovelier than they have ever been since.
     All this delightful, refreshing train of thought kindled at the sight of one of the many home scenes.
     Leaving the cottage and turning over the succeeding pages, we run across superb pictures of Melrose Abbey, Dryburgh Abbey, the great Forth Bridge, St. George's Square, Glasgow, Crofter's home in Shetland.
     If the feast contained in these first five portfolios is but an earnest preparation of what is in store for us in the fifteen remaining numbers, what a priceless treasure this magnificent collection of photographic views will be.
     Under any circumstances, the educational value of these views cannot be estimated, and the exceptional excellence and truthful representation of scenes with which we are familiar, richly enhances the value of sights and scenes of which we have no personal knowledge.
     Having spent a vacation in Ireland and visited the Giant's Causeway, permit me to add the photo in Portfolio is, without exception, the best view I have seen anywhere of this great natural phenomena, the work of a Divine hand. It gives an accurate idea of the appearance of these 40,000 columns, all beautifully cut and polished, formed of neat pieces exactly fitting into each other.
     In a word, Sights and Scenes of the World, are in every respect, equal to the much-lauded Stoddard views, and in many points, they are superior.
     The fact that you ask but 8 cents a portfolio, instead of 10¢, means that we get 64 more of these elegant pictures, or a total of 320 for the price of 256, and that you exact only 3 coupons for one portfolio, instead of 6, speaks volumes for the liberality and enterprise of the T
IMES HERALD, facts that are duly appreciated by your pleased subscriber.
Dallas, Tex., Jan. 25, 1894.

- January 26, 1894, Dallas Daily Times Herald, p. 4, col. 3-4.
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He Has Had Many Ups and Downs in the
Battle With the World--The Union
Officer Who Took His Property
Recognized His Feet.

     Barra P. Wallace, well known in Dallas as a saddler and harness maker for years, and, for a short time during the boom, as a real estate speculator, has succeeded in getting the government to allow and pay him $53,000 for property destroyed by the federal troops during the war.
     Mr. Wallace, it appears, had valuable property in Tennessee, the results of his ante-bellum frugality. During the war, the contending forces fought a battle where this property was located, the federal troops appropriating what they did not destroy. This left the Wallace family flat broke, as the government was not recognizing rebel claims in those days.
     For many years, it was a draw between Mr. Wallace and the world. He came to Dallas in the hope of bettering his condition, but didn't get much the advantage until the real estate boom, when he forged to the front rapidly, and, at one time, could have sold out and realized enough to make him fairly rich, but, like all the rest, he would not jump a game so long as "they were coming his way," and when they got to going against him, he couldn't jump it, and he was left flat broke again, and at rather an advanced age.
     Then it was he set to work to pare his war claim, going to Washington in person. Fortunately, the major who commanded the federal forces that destroyed Wallace's property, happened to be connected with the court of claims at Washington, and when Wallace appeared to push his claim, the officer recognized him by his club feet; and this enabled him to recall the whole circumstances of the destruction of the property, and he rendered Mr. Wallace valuable assistance in making out a list of the destroyed property and getting the claim through.
     Mr. Wallace has not yet returned from Washington.

- April 9, 1894, Dallas Daily Times Herald, p. 1, col. 6.
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