The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-07-19

From Or Dun Correspondent a
NEW YoRK, July 10, 1870.
A Spiritual Picnic.

went out on q picnic 70 Elm fark, ana enjoyed
foretaste of the Summer Land, an antepast of
angel-world. wish you could have seen that
party-the male women and the female men.
There were hirsute bybridities whose sex, but
for their breeches, was as obscure as that of the
witches in Macbeth; and there were gaunt
raw-boned epicene monstrosities in petticoats
whom you could no more have reconciled with
the idea of nursery than Gorgon or a griffin
singing 'Hop-de-dooden-doo" They went early
in the morning, almost before the spectral
light of dawn bad ceased to play above
the unquiet graves of Misunderstanding
and dyspeptic spooks and they stayed
until the ghostly glow-worm gimmered in the
glen, and the last ciderous drop of (genuine)
Veuve Clicquot had washed down spiritualistic
throats the latest ham sandwich and veal pie.
Among the party were several mediums from
Boston, and among the speech-makers were Mr..
Hull, .Mr. Vannamee, of Elmira, and Mr.. Hig-
gins. 1t is not often that one and the me au-
dience is favored with enlightenment from so
stupendous spiritualistic triumvirate. Each
of these gentlemen made series of profound
remarks tending to throw light upon subjects
which to poor creatures and lower intelligences
outside the pale of spiritualism are usually as
black as night. From what my own darkened
and cropping intelligence was able
to pick up, / OWNED that the future
chiliads of spiritualism were spontaneously
sprinkled with the sun-dust of the empyrean
that from sphere to sphere we climbed into con-
ditions where space and time, creation, the
universe, and eternity constituted an atom per-
vaded by ourselves; and that in the uppermost
circles twice two made five, bliss was misery,
the will was always governed by the weakest
motive, there are no unknown quantities in
algebra, and the square root of can be ex-
pressed in rational numbers. The spirit of
To, ,x,o J;aI &c <1l y1ana ;ofo
was invoked and interrogated to what the
newest female fashions were in Summer Land.
The medium through whom Sarah James reply
triclSled snorted forth the following nteigence
--"Dear friends, feel glad to meet you at this
time and shake hands with you across the table,
(meaning half-a-dozen lunch baskets and a
greasy tabIe-cloth overrun with black
ants and psmires). "We don't
wear no Chigg Mons and Pam Yers in this
spear. We adapt our costoom to the climate.
The most progressive sperrits, them as is the
purest and chastest, and don't have no ham
kerns', wears nothing but a shsrt walking
dress made of clouds, trimmed with lightning
and with q gusset of thunder. This is good
medium, but he is not quite up to describing
spiritooal things, We live well in Summer
Land. We drink something as tastes like melted
sparkles, and eat something delicater than hum
mng-birds' brains Goodbye, dear friends.
My sister sperrits call. Adoo." This was the
concluding revelation of the festival, and was
listened to with profound respect. 81 thought
we should not come to an end without hearing
something good from Sarah Jane," said one
''Yes, she's always good!" exclaimed another,
ladylike little old man with powdered hair,
red kid gloves fastened with gold chains,
womans sun-parasol, and an immense pink silk
necktie whose enormous ends tapped away from
the knot below his Adam's-apple, like pair of
neck wings.
ssSarah Jane has made great progress in
spirtooal thngs!" exclaimed gloomy giantess,
looking as though one eye was fixed on eternity
and the other the main chance.
And SO have endeavored to give an idea of
this spiritual picnic, and to hint at the unutter
able angelhood of Sarah Jane.
Madame Lanner,s Intellectual Dancing.
1t is only due to Madame Lanner, now per-
forming at the Grand Opera House, and sup
ported mainly by Bertha Lind and M. de Fran
cesco to make a rather more detailed mention
of her dancing than have hitherto done, par
ticularly as she will in all probability dance in
Philadelphia before leaving the country. She
is not 80 young to win admiration in that
respect, nor vet so old as to he voted paSsee.
She is not beautiful either in regularity or
natural expression of feature or in physical
proportions but she is magnificent dancer
anu pantOmlullSl anu gives du lHIellecluai lnter-
probation to role. She is slender, tall, and
pale, and has quantity of light hair which she
arranges not very becomingly in bunches over
her forehead She walks with willowy grace,
and even when she stands still the outlines
her limbs softly palpitate with the same sug-
gestion of an undulation that rippled lake
surface presents after it is smoothed into rest.
Many of her poses are audacious none i'm
modest. The most daring of her saltatory in
SEPARATIONS are too refined for voluptuousn
and unite with their boldness a delicacy which
robes them in exquisite beauty. Do not think
this description too enthusiastic. An exceed
ingly beautiful but impressive figure occurs
once or twice in the last scenes of La Giselle,
where she throws herself with abandon into
Francesco's arms and that gentleman lifts her
above his head, her face downward and toward
the audience and her lace-ilmed limbs palpi-
tating in the air. With many dancer this
figure would become merely a vulgar, material
tabeau; with Madame Lanner it is a bold but
exquisite poetic fancy, spiritually expressed.
plead guilty to being delighted, but do me the
justice not to attribute 1t to the heat of the
weather. Attribute it to other thermometrica
influence that of Madame Lanners spiritual
legs.
The Prince of Vicavaro.
What is there in title that American girl:
find so attractive Why do they pounce OIL
penniless Italian princes and hidalgos without
maravedi? Why should an American heires:
prefer q beggarly forty-second cousin of
king, reduced by misfortune from a count 10
cuisine, to q well-born well-bred, and well-to-dC
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