The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-07-28
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the removal of the mask discloses partially,
is the ears and horrid front of murder
devouring the child which Ignorance, lured
by the mask he wore has confined to his
embrace. Ignorance kncels at his feet in
the most abject attitude and seeks to hide
her shame flushed face in his costly ermne
robes. The coloring and artistic finish of
the picture are very fine and the drawing
very correct, and yet it is not a pleasant
picture to look upon, however true it may
be in thought and conception.
Near this picture hangs the " Emancipa-
ton Proclamation" In the hurry of seeing
whole acres of pictures last Summer we
gave this fine historical painting but a
superficial study, yet we find, on examin-
ing it, that it is noble work of art, and
we passed nearly an hour before it admiring
the manner in which the artist had treated
so grand subject for the painters brush.
We think this picture should be hung in
the capitol building at Washington.
Memorial Hall is almost empty. The
only picture of note, which we noticed still
remaining there, was the "Battle of Get
tysburg."
Machinery Hall is, at present, occupied
rs a sort of Emigration Bureau. The pro-
ducts of different portions of the South are
there to be seen, especially the products of
Texas, and all inquiries propounded by
those who contemplate emgrating are
promptly answered by the affable and oblig-
ing agent.
A pleasant shower had cooled the atmos-
phere and made the ride to Cay May in the
evening very enjoyable affair indeed.
After supper we went to the Stockton to
see a juvenile hop. There was an abund-
ance of glare, CLEAN and glitter; but really,
Mr.. Editor, could not fully enjoy the sight
of those mere babies, clothed in dazzling
satin, jewels and laces, tripping gracefully
through the German and the Lanciers at
an hour when they should have been in bed
and fast asleep. But fond mammas said
"it was only hop and would break up so
early-not like ball, you know" Yet l
am sure it was II o'clock when the band
ceased playing and the nurses came to take
the little puppets off to bed.
The bathing just now is delightful at the
Cape, but the hotel keepers complain that
the season is fearfully dull. We caught
glimpse of "Lotta - as she dashed by in an
elegant coupe drawn by pair of high step
ping chestnut sorrels. The piquant little
actress is said to be the belle of the Cape
this season. Oh, by the way, speaking of
bellies, tits universally admitted among the
gentlemen at least, that the handsomest
formed woman stopping at the Stockton is
young Irish girl who is here in the capac-
ity of child's nurse. You see, Mr.. Editor,
bathing suit is a great disenchanter. The
appearance of lovely woman, in meager
and clumsy dress of blue flannel, is some
what different from her looks in suit from
Worth's or Wanamaker's, even, and there
are comparatively few who can stand the
test and not suffer by the contrast afforded
to the discriminating eye of the gentleman
critic.
A pier, extending for half mile out into
the surf, has just been completed. For the
Insignificant sum of ten cents Adolphus
may take Julia Amelia out on this pier and
disgorge himself of vast amount of sent-
mentalnonsenss without the danger of be-
ing overheard by practical people or news
paper correspondents. For % cents you
secure seat in "hack and 90 to Sea
Grove and return. For one dollar you buy
t,a1ro -
and make believe you are going to Europe;
but you only get five miles out and encour-
ter the huge breakers coming in. If you
are proof against sea sickness, you will
probably enjoy yourself very much.
The private cottages of Cape May are
plain, home-like and tasty, and we should
decide that those who own the cottages and
occupy them get the true enjoyment of the
Summer by the sea; yet how true it is that
outward surroundings have little to do with
the comfort or misery within.
While on my flying trip to the Cape l
had occasion to seek an interview with the
wife of the "richest man in Philadelphia"
who owns cottage by the sea- 1 was
cordially received by his little Quaker wife,
when she had glanced over my letter of
introduction. Ere long she told me how
her life had been Swallowed and darkened
by the sudden death of her only son, who
had died two years before of heart disease.
What now was all that wealth could buy
to this stricken and desolate mother? Envy
soon changed to pity as 1 listened to her
sad story.
Perhaps l shall tell you in my next about
an interesting visit which paid soon after
my return from the Cape to one of the
most famous of living critics and review
ers this side the Atlantic.
"CoUsIN SUE"