, 1880-02-09
Ladies Of Cad.z,

| OOmo persons say Guab travelling uc
stroys the love of home and makes you
restless and unsettled. Now, if there
is any one so afflicted, all l have to
commend as cure is visit to Spain.
Your love of home increases one hun
dred per cent by every day you remain
in the land of Cervantes. Indeed, l
might say SO of many places on this
side of the Atlantic. Tastes differ. l
would sooner be hydrant even at this
season of the year in Baltimore than
hidalgo in Seville. Consequently |
left there by the first opportunity, and
passing through region of half swamp.
half Granddaughter and little fringe OF
San Juan mud and San Lucar clay,
duly reached this land OF Byronlc la
dies-Cadiz. This is the Venus OF
Spanish waters. and a" right peert
Venus" she is, too, as the Washington
correspondent once said of the Milo
one. L don't know how Venus is ex-
pected to behave herself in civic form.
but if she ever kicks up her heels and
indulges in low and high Jinks, like
few of the Sam Weller " Wenuses i"
here, then all 1 have to say is Cadiz
Venus has been Improperly trained for
the decorous or delightful duties OF
fair maiden. Talk about haningoes in
their thousands along this journey to
the Mediterranean Why they are
few and fairly demure compared with
the Vensuses. Tue first thing on my
landing at Cadiz was a buxom young
Venus boldly walking off with my va
lise to "hotel" had no more in
tention of going to than has Gotham
Cleopatras needle. Bright, enchanting
goddess has Venus been called. l am
sure my expressions toward this Cadiz
one conveyed no such admlrlng terms.
OF all the parts of Spain this is the
cleanest. There are less tleas, garlic,
stewed paving stones and glory halle
any part of Don Alf0nsos dOmlnlOns
All the houses are outside creamy
white, and marked within with hospl-
tality of the milk of human kindness. !"
There is a comparative regularity OF
order here that to some ext Mt Is pleas
ing. The streets are straight, fairly
wide, and intelligently planned. The
ramparts are the fashionable promenade
OF Cadiz, and the sea, so greeny blue at
this moment, is very attractive and
bracing. Not altogether do you fail to
remember Naples as you look out and
around from these ramparts. The next
rendezvous is the Plaza, and at this mo-
ment, though considered cold by the
weenuses," you can see numerous
fair ones in the mantilla going through
what is here called ga walking exer-
else ii. e., tripping up and down a
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pet. l suppose that is sample OF
walking Spanish" if not Cadiz u" ca
vorting." But all this is very pictur-
esque here, with ample material for
the pencil and portfolio. The native
costumes are sadly intruded upon by
good sprinkling of Anglo-American
crude cuts, and then you observe how
singularly angular, stiff and wooden We
look beside the ease, grace and elastici-
ty of the Cadiz people-or any other
people. A material and moral reform
in English clothes may come in the
course of human events, but doubt it.
There has been good deal said about
the combined dignity, elegance and
repose of a well-bred English woman
of cultivated mind-her modest self
possession, her unobtrusiveness and
gentleness, her genuine politeness, but
save me from her costumes, particularly
on the continent of Europe believe
it is Philip James Bailey, in his Festus.
that says: =" You look as if you lived
on buttered thunder" The English
woman here looks like she was brought
up on volcano of rag-falr ! If all her
refined internal nature takes delight in
this external expression of harlequin
costumery, all l have to say is, little
less inner refinement and more outer
reform would be very suitable, in land
of "Weenuses "at least When we go
through life thrusting cur national
vagaries in the faces of foreigners, we
must expect little rebuff now and
then. The German transcendentalist
learnedly talks of a country called
Elsewhere "a sort of Uptopian half
way house between Heaven and Hades,
no doubt. If the English costumes are
not there, may yet visit that blessed
place. The Valley Of Jehosaphat-th
Millennial Earth-so far is not free of
those heightened slovenliness long
drawn out and commonly called British
feet Poor nature weeps over these
enormities
o hallowed English homes! as chaste as fair,
Still modelled after Eien's happy bower;
No sorrow comes but loving hearts will! share,
And not a joy but is a common dover,
Far can reach the arm of England's feet
Still further redch-her women's fee;i
You are, by contrast, at once i'm
pressed with the smallness of the Cadiz
ladies' feet, yet they are by no means as
pretty or as expressive of grace and ac-
tivity as those of the Baltimore belle.
But the Cadiz charmer can beat US all
hollow in smoking! How gracefully
she handles and makes the cigarette,