Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1876-11-23

for were we not on "clsssic ground'-or
rather, water iugi
There was considerable difference of opin
ion amongst the numerous centennial tou
rists" who throngedI the deck and expressed
themselves freely, ss to what was what.
Sometimes it grew ludicrously serious.
"That's Yonkers," ssid one Of the unterri
6end Democracy. from somewhere south oi
M. d Ds line. -. ,.-j
"No, it isn't at all,n' responds . bluff West
eru hoosier, with bis hands in his pockets. u
know better'n that; it's Irvington." 5..
II think you are mistaken, sir," remarked
cut-and-dried; genuine Yankee. II guess
that's Cold Spring"
Somebody produces "Guide,"" but that
only confounds the confusion and l turn
with solicitude to p pretty New Yorker, who
sits absorbed with her novel in snug corner
"Do please" hegin imploringly, "tsll Of
what place that is,' pointing down the river
for the disputed hamlet is nearly lost TO sight
With snbdued smile, and, no doubt, some
disdain foor our provincial ignorance, she re
plies, II think it Ii Tarrytown," " and then We
settle down under The sheltero of the cabin and
collect our historical memories to lind out
what did happen at Tarrytown. ..,
The lovely panorama glided by "like sweet
thoughts in dream, and the boat stopped
at the Newburgh landing. There stood q tall
figure to welcome US, and We recognized, after
the lapse of sixteen years, = pair Of wonder
ing brown eyes, which eass seen, one oan
never forget. It Was, our s-tistfriend. he
placed US in the carriage; anu span Of high
bred, lithe.limbed bays bore US rapidly out
to Little Brook" the fairy villa two miles
north Of Newburgh. Past stately homesteada
and substantial country .sests, along thes smooth
road we bowled. Here massive gateway,
overrun with scarlet Virginia creePer; there
stone-lodge ivy.screened; :, stables which
looked like country churches, and dairies i'm
itating Swiss cots-ali set in 9 golden haze
that softened the nearer views, and lent a
glory to mountain and bill and river. ~ 1'ls
II A sudden break in long, dense hedge re.
vealed fresh picture of delight. An emer.
aid lawn thickly dotted with parterres Of
bright howefs-a lakelet glistening like sill
yer shield; the noisy little brook fretting over
its pebbled bed from thence to the river be.
Iowa rustic bridge stretch of sward and
meadow, broken by picturesque clumps OF
rees-all this at . glance, and our host stand
ing on the low porch, welcomed us1 70 "the
hut" as he playfully styled his exquisite
home. ........-......s., "a
Into the sacred inequalities of that home
the public will not irtrude; 30 We pass over
in silence the appointments and adornments
within the walls where the purest taste and
most refined culture reign supreme.
Luncheon over, and the chat across the
fruit and wines sharpening our desire for the
promised visit to the studio, we adjourn thith-
er, pausing on the way to admire one of Ma
ture's chef deuvres, al Alderney cow!4 It is
not every day that ono sees quadruped OF
this kind, gsiasa at Eve hundred dollars, who
comes when she is called, and crops daisies on
the banks of the Hndson. Only she was
not cropping daisies" DOW, but very sensibly
keeping the grass at a.good length, and tur.
nishing milk warranted to produce pound
of butter to every SIX quarts. Let US import
some Alderney COWS forthwith.
But there is the studio, white building
adjoining the stables; am not sure but it is
attached to the stables, for the scul ptor lodges
his horses in royal style, and, as he uses them
for models, has their welfare constantly in
his mind. The first object within the studio,
and of course the most attractive and impo-
sing, is the equestrian statue of General
Greene, for which Mr.. Browne has been com.
missioned by Congress. The plaster.caste Of
this spirited work stands in the centre Of the
room the horse of superb proportions, every
limb tense with vivid action; the very veins
and muscles traceable, as the proud creature
spurns the ground with lifted feet. The fig.
ure of the Revolutionary hero has not yet
been completed, but we gained general ides
of the whole from miniature model. How
ever, this must, of necessity, lack the perfec:
ton Of detail which the life-sized figure will
possess. Mr.. B. will probably complete this
work in Italy. as be regards the advantages
to his art much greater in that favored coun'
try. And when one considers that he spent
twelve years of bis life there, with SUCH con.
genial minds as Powers and his eontreres to
enhance the poetry of existence, one cannot
wonder that he longs for 10 bella ltaia," and
Rome, the "city of the soul"
Many other figures and groups in various
stages of advancement, besides copies and
models of bis best:known works, are ranged
around the studio in graceful confusion. Here
is a Confederate soldier, which one would re-
cognize at glance, in the thin, ciearcut
Southern profile and unshorn beard and
streaming hair He stands leaning upon his
rifle in an attitude of sad reflection, as if
gazing upon the dead figure of comrade
after battle, and the pathos of expression
in face and form brought the quick tears to
our eyes. This statue was modelled at the re.
quest of a lady in Charleston, who designs it
for the grave of her well-beloved son, slain
in the war. Not far from this are full length
figures of Stockton, General Kearney, and
Governor Clinton. A model of the famous
statue of Lincoln, which now adorns Madison
Square, New York. occupies corner of the
room. Even the sculptor's ideality could not
make the martyr President graceful, and 80 he
wears-as is it-his baggy trowsers instead
of Roman toga! .,.
All who have visited New York will re-
member the equestrian statue of General
Washington, on Union Square, This is Mr..
Brownies work, and considered the finest of
the kind in the United States.
But We linger too long in this enchanted
spot, where We were busy recalling remin.
iscences of our past and now we have
barely time to visit the stables, which, like
those of English establishments, are kept in
such order that ladies may enter them with
pleasure. The famous model of Mr.. Brownies
famous horses stands in her stall nearest the
studio. The groom is washing her ladyships