The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1876-07-22
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CHANCES AND mIMPSES.

arm and whole case of Fabers in her
pocket, stopping ever and anon to write
out detailed description of every exhibit
and give the manufacturer name. On
the contrary, she sometimes is tempted to
wish that she had never volunteered to add
to the volumes of "stutf" which will be
written about the Exhibition by ambitious
scribblcrs. | have never said aught about
the Main Building. because, having once
commenced, where is one to stop?
Sitting here in the cool library of a liter
AIRY friend, in the pleasant little annex to
Philadelphia, known as Camden, leaning
back in an easy chair, endeavor to recall
the objects which | remember most dis
tinctly. First in these tleeting pictures is
the great
CHANDELIER FROM LONDON,
whose million lights seem only fitted to
light scenes of courtly splendor, where
kingly and queenly forms are seated,
clothed in robes of satin, lace and velvet,
like those to be seen around us. That
wonderful and Undesirable faculty, known
as memory, soon dispels this glittering pic
ture and brings instead the huge crocodile
in the Egyptian department, and the face
of Pharaoh as the sculptor has pictured
him in his youth. Displacing these relics
representing peasant life in Norway, Swe-
den and Lapland. One is bride and bride
groom, the other Lap" in his sled,
apparently just stating on a journey
Then there is that striking picture in wax,
entitled the dead Child" so life-like
and pathetic. The Wounded Stag :"
ELECTS sympathy and admiration, the diff
ferent expressions upon the different faces
being SO admirably given. 1t is gratifying
to know that in the display of silver ware,
pianos and fire arms, America is up to, if
not beyond, any European nation.
But | find it impossible to confine my
thoughts to the Main Building; they will
wander of into other channels; for in
stance, | say to myself if could have my
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done? and my thoughts make answer,
had Just as leave have built
TIE CORIIsS ENGINE
as to have carved ''Medea' or have painted
the " Death of julius Caesar" 1fthis great
international display shall only enhance the
dignity of labor and promote a love for the
peaceful arts, its effects to us, as a people,
will be blessed indeed. Nothing shows the
difference between mans and woman's
emission like the contrast between the
Woman's Pavilion and Machinery Hall;
the one showing us, that in civilized life
man is to build the home with his sturdy
hand, to dig the ore from the mine, to build
seas, to guard our coasts from the invader
in days of war and to bring us the pro-
duets of other chimes in times of peace.
In fact the hard, rough work is, and must
be, done by man; while all the patient,
intricate toll, the ornamentation, what if
say the sanctiiication of home, is woman's
work; and yet this is no reason why the
ballot would not look as well and drop as
gracefully from her delicate white hand as
it does from the clumsier one of her-what
shall saya-lord and master, or compan-
ion. | think shall choose the latter as
being more in accordance with the spirit of
the times.
"RIZPAH
guarding the dead bodies of her sons will
haunt me as long as live," said dear
friend of mine as awed and subdued we
cams ont of the Art Gallery and wendell
our way toward that most impoetical of vehi-
cles-a horse street-car. And surely it is a
picture, which having once looked upon,
no woman may ever forget. The mingled
love, anguish and despair of that face APP
peals to every instinct of woman's nature.
She has believed it her duty to sacrifice
her sons that the gods may be appeased
but now she stands there beside their dead
bodies, and with fierce, anguished energy,
beats back the lowering vultures. Thus
the artist has given to the canvas the legend
of a mothers devotion. All. how many
mothers in this living present, even in this
great, wicked city, are guarding their sons
from the vutures of vice and sin; and yet
feeling the utter hopelessness Of the terri
BILE task-feeling that the vultures must
triumph at last. "The Death Of Julius
Caesar " is one of the finest paintings of a
historical character that the Exhibition
can boast of. The ghost scene from Mac
beth deserves careful study.
. Just outside of the Government build
ing is a
CYPRESS STUMP
of mammoth size and great age, found at
the mouth of Cape Fear river, some dis
lance beneath the SUI face of the water.
The cast of features in the Italian stat
ues is the same in each, no matter what
name is given to the composition. While
wandering through the annex the other
day came these
"THoUGHTs AMONG THE STATUES
Could these forms of fautless, seeming,
Once forget their silent dreaming
Could these lips of chiseled stone
Find a language like our own
Tell the legend of their birth,
Buried once in common earth,
Ere the patient artist wrought,
Working out his poet thought.
Chiseled out each fairy feature,
Named from some fair, tabled creature,
Like prophecy foretold.
Nv some gifted seer of old
Drift these types of classic lore
To our cold prosaic shore.
Many young hearts dreaming is here,
Embalmed with sigh and prayer and tear.
Oh weary AS a stiiied moan
Is the souls warm reflex thrown
Nainly on the dreary stone.
Not thus the first great artist wrought
And man grew Gods sweet poet thought.
We have all been told from time immemor
al that Philadelphia was clean city, wit
ness against it oh We draggled dresses. Why,
in the name of outraged cleanliness, can
not the cutters be subterranean instead OF
terra tirmaean? Instance, it is early morn
ing, dressed III your new suit, composed OF
two shades Of brown; you start to walk tC
the business office of the Centennial Com
mission, or some where else where you have