The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-01-27
New YORK, Jan. "a, u
The Thompson Pictures.

private view was last SATURDAY evening
gwen OF the pictures collected by the late Mr.
Thomas Thompson, of Boston. They have been
publicly exhibited every day since at the gal-
leries OF Leeds & Miner at the southwest cor
ner of Twelfth street and Broadway. Mr.. Thomp-
son, you will recollect, was the miserly conuols-
eeur who spent oil his money In the collection
of works of art, mostly pictures, which never
saw the light when they were once In his pos
session True he took enough care of them to
save them from the ravages of mice or mos-
ture, but they were literally barred from the
world In the wretched rooms which he dignifed
by the name of home.
They are twelve hundred in number, aud treat
of every variety of subject although the SEN
eual element Is perceptible In great number of
cases. The most voluptuous gems are placed
n little apartment by themselves, commuui-
cation to which Is through secret door. Visit
ors to the private view on Saturday were edited
by the spectacle of spring being pressed In
one corner little more elaborately festooned
with pictures than the others. The spring
opened the door, and through the door the
favored few--mostly white-haired old gentle
men, with red complexions as though random
bushes had got there by accident and couldn't
get away again-vanished to gloat over the fancy
Hesh-tints that were lavishly provided for them
beyond. r.r-.
The Prince Arthur BnIi.
The committee of thirty-fve or forty gentle
men who on Monday afternoon met iu one of
the private parlors of the Astor House. have
agreed upon plan for being hospitable to the
royal adolescent who calls the Prince of Wales
his brother. The result Of their deibera tlons is
that banquet is to be given at Delmonico's
next Tuesday evening, to be succeeded by ball.
1t is pleasant to notice that the preparation for
the festivities is being quietly made, and to have
reason for believing that they will not be made
the occasion for mere show and shoddyism.
Prince Arthur has done nothing to deserve being
Jenklnsized. He has conducted himself like a
modest and sensible young man, desirous of
pleasing without yielding to every vulgar
caprice of society, and of preserving his own
dignity, without burlesquing the spirit of exclu-
siveness. He has shown himself Prince Charm
ing, who contrasts like angel of light with that
batch of scapegraces, the Prince of Wales and
Prince Alfred. 1t has not been breathed about
him that he ever visited Madame Schneider or
would have liked to, and the public has been
given every reason to suppose that his consttu-
tional bashfulness is such that he would blush
up to the eyes upon being invited to witness
such barbarian dance as Alfred lately asked for
on one of the islands of the East. | advise all
Englishmen who believe in ''ryal" blood to
continue to worship at the shrine which they
have erected to this blooming young Sir Galahad
AS for the youth himself he carries about with
him ulresponsibility. His conduct has thus
far been SO perfect that the imminence of a first
ta,t1 pas becomes every day less to be averted
New York Fashion Writers.
Fashion writing Is not a very elevated branch
of literature. That | am willing to admit. 1t
does not give much room for the play of ina
gination. The writer is surrounded by set of
fine words, the inventions of French 1nodistes.
and oil these she is expected to make the most use
In causing them to express to perfection all the
sinuosities of Fashions phraseology. Still among
the many New York fashion writers are one or
two who do the business with all the brains that,
from Its very nature, it will admit of. could
give you one of their fashion articles to read and
you would say-from little remarks and smart,
original hits here and there-that the author
might write essays more bright and less
dippant than those Of Gail Hamilton.
But what Is poor woman to do ?
she would very naturally ask on being told
this. She has permanent engagement upon
newspaper, say at ten or fifteen dollars per week.
for furnishing a weekly article the privilege of
affixing her name to what she writes, and the
perquisites of being able to make bargains with
the establishments whose wares she examines
Auciucnth w INC preparation Ol Jue arllcle. lt
is doubtful, whether she would make more as a
fugitive periodcal-writer, and she would
assuredly not have SO many readers. One such
fashion-writer know, who affects to despise
her profession, and who has such a horror Of
being identified with female Bohemians that she
never appends her real name to what she writes,
but uses fascinating nom de plume. She Is,
herself, fashionable and elegant woman, and
the society among which she moves never sus-
poets that she is the author of the articles which
are their criterion.
That Horse and that Street-car.
regret that there is disposition 10 receive
with contumely and scon the account now
going the rounds of the newspapers, in regard
to horse and street-car which lately got
mixed up with one another In one of the avenues
of this city. The account was at first received
as wild reportorial exaggeration, so wild that
hesitated about repeating 1t. All the facts are
substantisted, however. There Is no incoherency
in them. All the incoherency was in the horse.
He had just been bought by Mr.. Redmond
McQuade, of Centre Market, at the Bazaar, at
the corner of Forty-third street and Fifth ave-
nue., and was being ridden bareback, without
a bride, with merely q halter-strap passed
through the mouth. At Twenty-ninth street
the horse, with one of those equine
hts of nervousness that are the mature of the
beast, ~ took fright and rushed with uncontrol-
liable speed toward Fourth avenue. A car was
passing at the time, but this was too slight an
obstacle to deter him. He dashed through the
side of it,spltting his riders face almost in half,
tearing off one of the stanehiOns of the car
below the Windows, and creating indescribable