Louisiana capitolian., 1880-09-11
AT NELSON'S GRAVE,
THE DEAD JULIET AND HER SECRET,
Olive Logan 10 Philadclnbio Tim.

THE DEAD JULIET AND HER SECRET.
Olive Logan to Philadelphia Times
Act NTH. Sceue An old cemetery m Bromp
ton Jnliet-Adtlaidc Nelson. Ro,neo- Conn
ton Gravediggcrs, mntcs. priests, crowd 0,
oh'ookcrs' &c. &c. by the company.
A crowded auditory brcathlessly behelt
this pathetic performance, which will
never be again repeated Oh any stage,
The leading artist has definitely retired.
She has made her farewell tour. The nd.
mlrcrs Of histrionic genius will behold
her no more forever. As they lowered
her form in the grave the spectators were
TOO much moved to applaud Sobs were
heard on all sides. Handkecrhicfs were
in constant requisition. Mine was; and
yet my thought while using it you may
deem a strange one. 1t was this: hope
she is dead, altogether dead, as dead as
any one can be. God grant that there
may not be in store for her that frightful
picture she herself drew with such vivid.
ness Of awakening in the tomb to LAPSE
into dclrum--
ana madty playing with some forcfather Joint,
Dash out her desperate brains.
The necessity for keeping her secret no
longer exists, and ! now publish it. She
herself told me last summer that she was
engaged to be married to Rear Admiral
Glyn, tho naval officer who took the
Prince Of Wales out to India and whose
standing ut court is Of the highest. As his
wife her life would have been q adelightfnl
one. Certain circumstances would have
barred her presentation to the Queen, but
There are many ladies of fashion and
standing who do not enjoy this honor and
yet " no 90 freely into brilliant and aris-
tocratic society and hold their own there.
This would have been Nelson's position.
She would have had gentleman Of
blrthand distinction, and her house would
have been . rendezvous for the brightest
gayest and most entertaining in all class
es Of London's multiplex life. When she |
told me last year Of her intention to marry !
and leave the stage l venturcd to say that
! thought she was unwise to do so. Her
revenue from the stage life was very
handsome, and the Mulation to her
beauty and talent WAS on inccssant song.
YcS, yes, know all that" "shc replied,
as We drove in her pretty little brough.
am up Regent street; "but then if You
knew how my atfianccd husband loves
me! 1t is perfect idolatry"
"And do you think it will continue ~
| asked.
~ am sure of it," she replied, warmly.
''iou have no idea how staunch and true
no is! His love has continued for many
years. No matter where Igo, or how long
stay away, find him ever the same
when return. long to marry him; ]
wish l were to do 10 tomorrow"
"Why is the marriage delayed ?" ii
Isked. It
" wish to see bis daughter married /
irst," she answered, the shadow of dccp q
ctcction darkening her lovely face. lido c
ot think it fair to the young lady to see b
crsclf oustod from her position as house, Il
ecpcr by . fathers young wife"
A striking feature of the funeral cere- a
lonics was tho presence of harmonious C
olor in tho usual ietty trappings of the q
araphernalia. Tho open grave was lined p
18th u beautiful bright purple CLOTH The j,
ody Of the hearsc was an invisible blue Il
the blne-black of an autumn plum. Tho d
lcretl monogram l. H. S. was of silver q
nd silver cornice Of rich motal work Il
'rmountel tho vehicle. The horses lar. ft
css was silver. The coffin was the deli ii
lte yellow of English oak, and when it Fl
y in tho earth looked down into the
awning gulf and saw glowing bank of "
'lor. Wreaths and crosses Of purcst tr
hlte flowers intermingled with the soft p,
'eenery OF leaves and bud cncasements al
erc heaped upon the long, slender, vel. b,
W oaken casket, and amid them fut.
red pink paper, the programme of p:
II last nights performance in America. el
'c purple cloth descended along the p'
'wly-cut sides Of the earth. and from nj
c flowers and spaded soil there arose q to
rect fragrance, tender, delicate, q faint ", ~
rfumc which almost seemed like an III
halation from the fair, dark-cycd wo. w
an who shall entrance human senses tr
'verm0re.
You should have seen the grief of Conn. ""
II. Tear-blotted, agonized from sorrow, al
scarcely knew him for the pretty strip- an
* first met in Miss Nelson's blue- di,
fin,hung boudoir taking tea. Nearhim ~,
IS Lord Henry Lennox, to whom | was ln'
troduced by Mrs. Hicks-Lord. whom ter
ssip at one time said he was to marry mt
her men Of distinction are there and o.,
as co-mourners with various cclebrat
Of artistic life. Fancy Josephs, Mrs. ou
hn Wood, Mrs. Mellon, Bernard Beerc tn
q many others are present, all Glad in Gu