The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1878-06-22


the splendid engine by which the
loom is run. The rude potteries of
Staffordshire, Lancashire, Shrop-
shire, and Stoke upon Trent, have
grown to things of beauty over
which the art student lovingly
fingers, while the exquisite crea-
tions of Wedgwood are such reve-
lation of genius as the Almighty has
seldom vouchsafed to any Of the
children of men.
In the Hungarian and Italian De-
partments are magnificent exhibit
ions of glass, s,-the glass of Bohemia
being the standered by which all
other glasses are tried. Yet, in this
British collection, an exhibit is to
be seen which rivals anything to be
found in the entire Exposition. 1T
is not merely an exhibition of ad-
mirable utilities but you might
almost imagine that Golconda had
poured forth it's treasures and that
Khoomoos and Mountains of Light
were as common as the paving
stones in the street. The Machinery
Department is especially full and
much of the machinery is beautiful
as it is wonderful, for it is wonder
ful to see a ponderous fly wheel of
iron weighing many tons, carrying
in its marvellous sinews the power
of hundreds of horses and yet re-
volving on its journal with.lightning
speed and with less vibration than
is felt in lady's watch.
| On the left hand, as you enter the
British exhibit from the Grand Hall,
which faces the Trocadero, is pho
tographic collection which invites
especial attention, not SO much for
It's extent as for the supreme excel
lence of the work. | confess these
sunlit pictures have always had a
pecnlar fascination for me. 1t
seems as if the Grand Architect OF
the Universe interposed more di-
rectly to guide the cunning Of the
masters hand than in any other
form of art. In one exhibit is a
sleeping, child as beautiful as an
angel, enjoying the sleep of the
blessed. All! what sweet, calm,
happy face, revilling that deep.
peaceful slumber that childhood
only knows, which age seeks for in
vain and only finds in that land be-
yond the grave. At the extreme
end Of the collection a frame hangs
against the wall containing a mum
Der of landscapes of English and
Irish scenery, which I feel justified
In saying have no equals in the
world. These pictures are the
work of Payne Jennings, of Lon
don. They are not simply photo
graphs, they are new revelation
OF art and awaken possibilities oi
the future which one hardly dreams
of now. This art reaches away be-
yond the pencil of the limner and
the chisel of the sculptor, for It's
forms of beauty are multiplied by
thousands and carry their blessings
into the humbiest homes. Nothing
is more difficult than to describe art,
the delicate detail of which is spun
out like the SPIDERS web to the
finest gossimer thread, and in these
pictures you can almost hear the
gurgle Of the running brook, the
crackle of the twigs in the forest,
and the music of the summer wind
through the leaves. This gentle
man exhibited a few of his works
at Philadelphia; only small case,
and in the grandest Photographic
exhibition ever collected in the
world, he succeeded in achieving a
distinction which placed him at once
in the front rank of his profession.
These later works have certainly
added to his fame and England may
pride herself on possessing one ar
tist at least who, in his peculiar
branch, stands without rival.
The past week, in a journalistic
sense, has been almost barren OF
news; no murders, no suicides, not
a robbery, not even a respectable
drunk. / regret to close this letter
with the statement that slavery still
exists in France, but such is the un-
happy fact. / have just discovered
that there Is special ordinance
which prevents a woman from rid
ing on the top of an omnibus. Tel
it not in Gath; utter it not in the