Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1871-06-09

to them; and they probably learned for the first
time, that civilization does not always offer
temptations to drunkenness. Now they have
gone, and we wait for the next sensation.
Decoration day, election day and May train
ing brought out the soldiers in force. We no
longer see the dull and inconspicuous blue of
United States uniforms that for so many years
stood to us for peril and suffering, and herosm
and heartbreak; but the streets are alive with
gorgeous color, with music and rejoicing drums,
the colored soldiers march well, and their bright
blue plumes rise and fall regularly as they
tramp by; the Lancers are ablaze with scarlet
and gold, and fill the street with the futter of
their little flags; far away you see the green
banner and the graceful green feathers of the
Irish companies; and down the street comes a
fine looking troop in snow-white coats, more
conspicuous than even the unmitigated scarlet
of the cavalry uniform.
The enthusiasm of artists and art lovers has
been moved by a wonderful landscape by Con-
stantine Troyon, now at Doll & Richards. 1t is
group of magnificent trees, grandly painted,
with still silvery water in the foreground and a
sky dark with drifting clouds. There is aston
leullR stI6uSlu anu lilC IA AhS PlSNuAS1 ahu 1
was pleased to hear lady say to her friend,
''wait minute, and we shall see the trees bend
before the wind in that cloud com ing up on the
left; this is only the hush before a sudden
gust" 1t is doubtful whether the picture will
go into a private collection or to the art muse
UNI. Its price is six thousand dollars, and the
gentleman who is ready to buy it, will give up
his claim in favor of the art museum.
Mr.. Thomas Gould is here for the summer;
he has left his statues in Rome, but has at his
studio here photographs of his Timon, his Cleo
patra, his Gov Andrew, and very beautiful
medallion of the Ghost in Hamlet. From a
deeply sunken circle the ghostly head, life size,
rises in high relief; the projecting visor of the
open helmet casts shadow over the wearied
eyes; the beard and hair float back, and disap-
pear in the darkness from which the head rises.
The face is noble, sad, and full of pathetic
yearning; and the arrangement of hair, beard
and shadows give the desired air of mystery to
the apparition. 1t is a spectre and not hui
man head.
Mr.. Milmore has been busy on his colossal
figures for the soldiers monument at Charles
town, and the clay models are nearly finished.
America stands on pedestal in the centre, and
offers laurel wreath to a soldier on her right
and a sailor on her left. Her head is powerful
and beautiful. Mr.. Milmore has success in
giving expression to his colossal heads; the SOL
der is an ideal soldier, grave and strong, a
man without fear, but who is governed by love
of the right rather than of glory. In the hu-
man figure Mr.. Milmore does not follow the
Greek models, with their 1.-THE and perfect grace;
but incline to the northern type Of large arms
and full bosoms, and this, with the addition of
heavy drapery, gives too much stoutness to his
women, and, although they have dignity and
force, they look as if they would move with diff
iculty. Most of Thorvaldsen's figures, as we
see them in engravings, have the same fault, if
it is fault, and not the deliberate choice of the
artist. Mr.. Milmore has modelled a colossal
sphynx for Mount Auburn, said to be his no
blest piece of work; and his brother has just fin
ished, in marble, copy of Thorvaldsen's famous
Lion at Lucerne, much smaller than the original,
but a magnificent piece of work. II was or
dered for soldiers monument, at Wateryille,
Maine, and rests on the plain, massive pedestal
which bears the names of the dead. The Irish
sculptor has taken some liberty with the design
of his Danish master, and adapted it to present
requirements by introducing under the fore
paws of the lion a United States shield of pol
ished marble, with bars and stars of gold. 1t is
effective, but seems out of place; lion dying
on our shield hardly typiies the triumph of our
cause; and though one may easily explain
that it represents the lion hearts who died
for liberty, it excites some criticism. Mil
more's modesty and his faithfulness to his
art are beautiful; and whatever defects his work
may have now, he will surely outgrow them,
and will succeed in adding to the strength and
| thought of his figures the life, the animation
which they now lack in some degree.
A Boston lady has added one more book to
the literature of woman's labor. 1t is called
Bread Winners; is written in plain, homely
style, without any pretension, and shows in the
form of a story, the faults as well as the hard
ships of "shop-girls," and that even among
women of wealth and position some kind hearts
some thoughtfulnesS, and some honor are to be
found. Any one who has been obliged to do
shopping in large city shops can testify to the
truth of the negligence, indifference, and bad
manners of many of the saleswomen; and to the
attractive manners, and sympathy of many
others. This book seems to state both sides
fairly and is an excellent offset to Jennie Col
| Inns nisehievous "Nature's Aristocracy"
Neither of the books will be read by educated
people, for mere pleasure; but both should be
read by those who are interested in the present
condition and claims of the leagues aud societies
formed by working women.