Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1878-05-11
Mrs. Cutters House.

The other day nearly broke my neck over
Mis-. Cutters tigeIIug. Why are there tiger
IN blind subsection to the tyrant fashion make
their houses prepOsterOus curiosity shops?
MRS. cutters house, and not your ideal, is the
shut out all the light from her windows with
horse hair curtains an inch thick, which once
would not have been thought good enough for
horse blankets. She has laid down her floors
in many -cOlOred rugs so thickly that one might
think himself in carpet-dealer's warerooms /:
and the visitor must be wary or he'll be trip
ped up by them at every step. She has covered
ulns, vases, of every conceivable variety, in
which for the most part ingenuity i'm the way
OF ugly design has done its worst. She has
neF She aad od
fre-dogs over her bOOk-Shelves, and planted
emblazOned shields of metal over her door
lntels. She has bought all the old worm eaten
furniture she could find, and asks you to sit
on chairs that were made for mankind before
blackbones were discovered. She has turned
the gas ont OF the house, and Illuminated it
Roman candlestick, sleeps under Moorish
rug, eats off OF cracked china discovered i'm
the Marblehead fsherman's cottage. wears a
medieval gown that is all straight lines /; and
she talks all day of Medicean porcelain, OF RO-
man dmphOrR and EtruScan vases of greS dc
F'dndre, Dutch delft, and RaffaelleSque and
mezza- majoica; of Palsy and Henri Deux,
of Chinese CELESTIAL blue and crackle, of ia
panese c'OisOnne. Old Satsuma, and HispanO-
Moresque, of Sevres and pdte-sur- pate. of
Chippendale and Eastlake furniture, of Queen
and so on dd infnitum, with a skill at quoting
catalogues and running off names that is
amazing. Is this true house, that's made up
of curious trifles from the Shops-that is
simply chaos of coIOrs, knick knacks, and
all forms of fantastic fOoliShneSS? Are there
breadth, humanity, heart, life, dignity, intel
lect, felicity, in this tumble of mis- named art?
Unless art broadens the Imagination and stirS
the faculties, there is no excuse for its being;
but the art that Mrs. Clutter is PROSTATE be-
lore dWarfS The imagination, narrows the IN
She has no sympathy with men and women :;
1t is all absorbed by her teacupS and SaucerS.
She has no perceptions of life except as a sur
render of the mind to her paltry toys. and she
| is more concerned i'm the downfall OF cracked
plate than in the wars and calamties that
afilct the world outside of her bazar. Her
dares not permit them to bring their active
bodies and restless spirits into her rooms, lest
they knock down her glass screens or break
her precious Jars.-ApptetoTas' Journal
FRIsCo's CoMMUNIsT.-An Interesting Con-
UerSdtton Betaoeen Labor Agitdtor and an
Francisco wOrkingmen's agitation, headed
deputation fortnight ago to the Roman Cath
Ole archbishop, when. according to the San
piled with placid urbanity to an excited ha-
rangue: "Mr. Kearney, understand that
you wish me to mind my own business, Very
better than do. But, Mr.. Kearney, there is
only one gentleman who is at present author
lied to show me how to mind my business.
and that is the Pope of Rome. Perhaps,
Mr.. kearney. II you will write to him
he will transfer that power to you. And now
let me tell you little story, Mr.. Kearney. /
have lived here great many years, and
know the temper of the people of California
pretty well; and long time ago, before you
had come to America, went to bed one night
leaving everything going on in the city as
usual. Well, Mr.. Kearney, after a comfort
window, and there in the street was a poor
fellow hanging by his neck, quite dead, suS-
pended from lamp post He was poor
fellow who did not know how to mind his
own business, Mr.. Kearney, and that was All
You mind your business well, Mr. Kearney.
and Will mind mine. Good morning" Exit
deputatiOn.