Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-01-27

houses, stack large quantity in open air
covering it with rough roof. The ICE
harvested in the KennebeG river is supe
rior in some respects to that secured in
almost any other portion of the country
Up broadway TO SChaus,
Leaving our quiet, clean, wide street
we follow the sound of muffied thunder
turn corner aud are in Broadw A
policeman conveys US across the street,
miraculously keeping clear of the horses
and we mix with the crowd on the west
side Occasionally, wesried with breast.
ing the torrent of humanity, thinking
that everybody is going the other way,
we turn for relief. hoping to be swept on
idly, and 10 everyone else has turned
The anne elegant short silks. velvet
oloaks, ermine boas and muffs, exposed
| throats hung with chains, delicately
gloved hands, crossed in exactly the same
position, surmounted by pale, emotionless
faces, and tier upon tier of flowers and
feathers rising above the frizzes aud bur-
densome ehienons.
1Sllk about knowing lady by her gait
or dress That time has passed. The
same might be said of the gentlemen.
There is pleasure in seeing SO many
well dressed men; but when rnoustache
after NOUS tache, bearer after bearer passes,
cycling each lady with the same rude stare,
the pleasure falls
Fascinated by the windows, but still
trying to keep the right side of the walk,
as our only escape from annihilation, we
zttszas bewilderingfy on our passage
up the street. Attracted now by the
sheen of d lovely colored silk, dainty lace
thrown with studied negligence over it,
arrested by rich furs or coquettish boots,
we come to decided halt before some or
namental rustic plant-stand, with their
home-like bit of green. In the windows
behind them, we are annoyed by seeing
such beautiful flowers arranged in baskets
and bouquets so evidently by rule, and
study curiously the harps, Tyres, stars and
crosses made by everlastings.
On we go, obdurately passing the one
armed sYfdier grinding away at his organ,
the little boys with their jet pins, that
tlxy are sure you want, the man who
always stands one arm extended dangling
a watch, with the most insinuating ex-
preston on his countenance, the toy
stands and peanut-stands, and even the
little, chubby, red-cheeked toddler who,
upon our assuring her that we have not
penny, trots along sturdiiy by us saying,
maybe ye have, if ye look" A crowd at
another window stops US, and here we are
at "Sohaus" Wa pass through the long
room into the gallery beyond, and find the
gem of the collection facing us, "The
Mohammeda3 Pilgrims at Sunset" by
Cent? The canvass represents a caravan
on the desert, at their evening devotions.
oamsls, which are in the background, and
the majestic Arabs are kneeling, or about
to kueel, with their backs to the unseen
sun, on strips of oarpeting, their sandals
placed reverentially beside them. In the
foreground kneels the patriarch of the
band grand figure. The light glistens
on his upturned brow and brown hands,
and is absorbed by his worshipping eyes
and the snow of his sweeping beard
The effect of the sunlight is wonder
ful, as it falls upon the parched ground
and casts long shadows towards the east.
The heat and radiance are intense The
very room seems to brighten as we gaze.
To the right stretch the tents, and over
all is spread the burning sky.
The companion pictures of Amberg's,
1.-The Widows Hope" and "The Mothers
JOY" are on each side of large snowy
fowerpiece. In "The Widows Hope"
the mother is seated on green bank,
trees around her, looking down into the
uplifted eager face of dear, little an
gelic child. whose straw hat is filled with
wild flowers. The mourning garments
and unnoticeable background, bring out
the delicately pure skin, noble, sad pro.
file, with the careless masses of dark hair
of the mother, and the peachy bloom and
wind swept fair hair of the child, with
almost startling charms and life.
The other picture is less attractive, but
the luxurious house in the distance, the
happy, fashionably attired mother, bend
ing over the pretty baby, in its nest of
crimson draperies on the lawn, is pleas
ant sight. The placid waters of the Rhine,
with picturesque bluffs crowned by
storied castles and hazy, dreamy light are
mirrored on the walls. Near these is
mild alpine scenery. with a single bird
soaring near the snowy peaks, and several
stormy water scenes. Funny views OF
childhood with the head of some great
dog, peep out here and there.
Here, as in all the picture galleries, is
plaster cast of Charles Elliot, the por-
trait painter, with paper attached de-
string subscriptions for statue Of him
to te erected in Central Park.
Reluctantly leaving, we go back into
the store proper, and look longingly at
the fine engravings, handsome frames
with their rich mats, and the comioal clay
statuets, but stop longest at the case of