Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1871-06-30
Baltimore Beauty.

From an article entitled Baltimore
Beauty" by J. W. Palmer, Esq, in the
July number of Lippincott's Magazine.
we take the following:
One afternoon early in April I walked
on Baltimore street with a representative
cheyenne. herself and the day alike gra-
cious and beautiful. Nov observe"
said she. ''here comes the prettiest girl in
Baltimore !" 1t was as though she said.
behold the most extravagant woman OF
New York, the most exclusive woman of
Philadelphia, the most critical woman OF
Boston. the most mysterious woman OF
Washington. It was as though she said,
"Now see sight"'
I looked and beheld an apparition such
as the native, to such visions born, would
recognize as presenting the truest. purest
type of that beauty which we describe in
a word as ''Baltimorean." Not the sin
digenous blonde" conscientiously portray
ed by Mr.. Fairfeld-with faxen hair,
skin of alabaster unlimited and very dark
eyes; form of exceeding fullness, though
not tall; "hands and feet that are models
of civilization full, soft, we'll surrounded,
yet nervous withal-the former tipped
with pink 6ngernails, as if all the blush
of the woman's heart were concentrated in
the ten smooth. elongated. pink gibbous-
es." Oh, pot the indigenous blonde, who
is more than half Virginian, but that rarer
product, hybrid and matchless, which re-
suits from condition Of climate, sexual se-
lection and culture strictly local. Dark
brown hair. sheeny with the ripple that
artists love; large, soft profound eyes. all
mond:shaped as in Turkish harems, mixed
Of hazel and a shadowy gray, and peDsive
and tender under long fringing lashes;
nose nearly Grecian, but with more indi-
viduality in the outline; lips short, but
full and budding and osculatory; chin fine
and dimpled, and promising to be double
in its matronage; brow, temples, cheeks
transparently fair, and continually "com-
ing and going;" with shy fushes of emo
tional color; neck, shoulders. arms pre-
senting (you may be sworn) fue rhyth-
mical curves and cunning dimples at every
turn, and divinely blending and diffusing
misty pinks and whites
IA crystal brow, the Meon's despair,
And the Shows daughter, white hand;"
person moderately plump, but elastic and
fexile and movements of neck. shoulders,
waist. hips, arms, ankles undulating and
insinuating. These are the Characters
tics and typical points of the "beauty," T"
par ercezlence, of the Monumental City.
Appearance Of the Home of Mr.. Alexan-
der H. Stephens.
On the outskirts of the village, across
the railroad track, is Liberty Hall. (the
residence of Alexander 81. Stephens, late
Vice President of the Southern Confeder-
acy, } so named, not with any referenceto
the mansion of the hospitable old fellow
in Goldsmith comedy, but to indicate the
interest of its owner in the cause of human
liberty, for even here in the South, in the
old days of slavery, men talked with en-
thusiasm about liberty, meaning Of course
the liberty Of the white race. Liberty
Hall is plain white farm house, with q
large sloping lawn in front. shaded by To-
Gust trees and numerous negro houses and
other outbuildings at the side and in the
rear, all freshly painted. A sprightly
mulatto girl took my card, and returned
at once to the porch to escort US through
narrow hall, past little, plainly-furn-
ished parlor. through large room walled
around from floor to ceiling with books,
and into room at the back of the house.
Here found little, withered, wrinkled
old man, with wonderfully bright brown
eyes, white hair, and frame so emaciat-
ed that it seemed to be literally skin and
bones. He wore homespun suit of but
ternut color, and had an old black felt hat
upon his head. This person was Mr.. Ste
phens. He half rose as entered, and
extended hand SO gaunt and aeshless
that it did not seem to be the hand of a
living man, and Immediately afterward he
sank back into his easy chair. At his
right hand stood a round table. piled up
with a confused heap of books, letters,
newspapers, manuscripts and writing ma
terials. A pair Of crutches leaned against
the wall on the other side Of the chair,
and he rested his feet on the rounds Of
another chair, in which lay an ugly, fat,
brindled dog. that the flies would not al.
low to sleep. There were two beds in the
room, bureau, covered with bottles of
every size and shape, containing medicines
and liquors, aud crate in which coal
fire was burning, although it was warm
June day. A single picture, represent
ing Faith standing by the cross. hung a.
bove the mantel, which rivaled the bureau
in its array Of bottles. There were piles
of books upon the floor, and articles of
clothing were scattered about the room.
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Nearly all of our two hours talk was on
the political topics indicated above-I
should say rather his talk, for most of the
the time Mr. Stephens seemed nearly OBJ
livious of the presence Of his auditors
With his eyes fixed upon one point on the
wall, he would talk as steadily and conse-
cutively as if repeating well-learned ora
ton, and he seemed impatient of questions
or any Interruptions: It was as if be were
rehearsing from memory the chapters Of