The Nashville daily union. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1862-1866, 1866-02-17

method We have indicated. Il wooi
not IL the Gre eaters. the unrepentar
rebels, the old political oligarchy. u
new men would come into power fou
years ago Andrew Johnston said in d
speech from which we have slresd
! quoted, that the leaders OF the S01i
must be conquered, and q new SET Z
men brought forward who are 10 vita
izs aud develop the Union feeling
the South; and what was true then
still more tTue now; and CongrGsi
/ if it consuiis is wisdom rather than Il
resentments, may do much towaHi
working out the happy tra7sformaties
IN !. Post
The New York Arien BaII.-Th
Grand Bal Masqne.
grand ball was given at New Vol
last Thursday night, which was a grab,
affair, some four thousand persons pAI
ticipatiDg iH the pleasures of the Sba
masque. The Tribune had sent
mental reporter there, who descants' il
two columns upon the attractions and
pleasures Of the night He thus dilate
upon
TIE DANCERS
"The dancers They are breaths o
air. They are floating cotton seeds
They are spray of the wayes. They ars
silk Of the dandelion. They ar,
butterflies. They are any other airy
and graceful, and buoyant thing
which seems at the will of the
wind. Nobody dances like these Ger.
mans. They know not fatigue They
are incapable Of dizziness. Their heels
are winged. Even in the tramping and
angular gallop they are ETHEREAL and
plant. lfthey were not a nation OF
philosophers, they would grayitate to
the ballet one is certain"
He was captivated by the beauty
which there shone resplendent Three
ladies in particular made in impression
upoa his susceptibility, and he, there
fore, goes off in this strain while speak
ing of
THE BEAUTIES OF THE BALL
All women are beautiful by courtesy,
but none in fact for beauty expresses
more than nature Is willing to allow to
humanity.
Inasmueh, however, as beauty has
grown to be a conventional substantive
applied to the gentler sex, meaning
merely comeliness, handsomeness, or
sttractiVeness, we shall permit our head
line to remain, for the sake Of allitera-
ton, if for no other reason.
There were many fair women among
the gay maskers last evening, and such
variety OF styles, too, that all lovers
of feminine aesthetics must have been
gratifed Conspicuous among the
many were three who particularly at
tracted our attention and awoke our
admiration
We know not, we care not, who they
were. They were women, and they
were lovely. That is enough for the
ideal The simple fact furnishes she
theme for poesy and the purple ground
work of q romantic vision
One Of them must have been Ger
man, from her fullness OF outline-not
too full for spirituality and elegance
her rich haxen tresses and soft, deep
blue eye. She was a genuine blonde,
one of the women Goethe delighted to
draw, and Schiller to blend with his
atfluent rythm of his most tender verse
seemed to have something Of Fred |
ereika and Of Thekla in her form and
voice and manner. Soft and arch and
pieusnt, yet intense and earnest and
she moved along like q
dream.shape, and cast the sunshine of
her sweet presence over all Repose
and oheerfulness were in every feature
and movement, and one could imagine
her fresh from the valleys of peace,
and that she saw in the present the
Eden Of her highest hopes. She wore
no mask, believing, doubtless, that
"Besnly IS is oxn excuse for hsinG"
and as she hoated across the floor all
eyes followed her, and the giddy
throng paused in its reverly to admire
the woman who appeared to have wan
dered all her life amid the roses un-
touched by the thcrns.
The second Hebe of the hour was
1.-the and lissome, evidently an Ameri-
can from the intellectual intense, pale, |
eager face that riveted the gaze whsr-
ever its lustre fell Brunette, with
somewhat Of Italy and southern France
in her eye and lip, snd in the fine
consciousness she rather suggested
than seemed to possess The mouth
was voluputous poem in itself
In its rosy labyrinths the soul might
easily have been lost So rich and
pouting the lips the bees of imag
nation hovered about and reveled in
their sweetness, drinking the honey
dew Of their exhaustless fragrance, and
never sated with the nectar Her voice
was yelupsuous and thrilling, and yet
all her outgiving was through the
mind to the heart through the spirit
to the sense.
What was her name ?
Why ask
We do not consult the Botany when
the breath Of the rose garden greets US,
nor turn to Astronomy while the
stars shine calmly and give repose TO
our troubled souls.
But that lovelier, because sadder,
face, which 20 see was not soon TO for
get, haunts as like deliciously pensive
dream. She to whom the face belong
ed was a type Of the genuine gentle
woman all the world over-elegant
without affectation, dignified without
stiffness, easy without familiarity. She
seemed to. have know the touch of sor-
row, and to have learned the meaning of
regret Her features were not regular:
she was not handsome to look upon,
but beautiful to remember. Her face
expressed what was not in its form,
and appealed 70 the imagination more
than to the sense
Fully matured was she; in the fullest
and finest sense q woman; in the golden
summer Of her years.
Plainly and elegantly, but 80 well
dressed. we can not remember what she
wore, she was the most charming We
man--though wife aud mother she
must have been--of the hundreds who
shone in the gay reyels Of the Acad-
emy.
Life had touched her with its wood
bine and its wormwood. The shsdow
and the sunlight had fallen upon her
days The harmony and discord Of
the world had echoed through her
fruitful years, and she had found the
sweetest poetry Of existence in faith
and love amid ali the sources Of deeply
instructive sorrow.
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