Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-09-23

among the finest ia England. This
makes me think Of the magnificent
royal gardens at Kew. which contain
within their vast Conservatives all
that is rich, valuable and rare in the
vegetable world.
The spirit Of modera art "lives,
moves and has its being in Gustave
Dore. Christ leaving the Prmtori-
UNI a recent addition to the Dore
Gallery is the most intense of all
modern pictures. The face of Mary,the
mother, is the very passion Of woe;
one cannot look at il without tears.
Mary Magdalene reveals herself to US
as We have never known her, strong,
sure and swift to act. And Jesus
himself is the most divine, aud yet
the most sweetly and. tenderly human
Jesus that has ever been put upon
convas.
Not less strong is the wonderful
Neophyte," in which every figure
plainly tells its own story.
l bad the pleasure of witnessing the
most exquisite rendering of Romeo
and Juliet that of Henry Irving
and Ellen Terry.
The "Romany Rye" is a mixture Of
impossible incidents aud absent situa-
tions, but it is superbly mounted, aud
contains the sensational elements that
appeal to the masses. | predict for it
a successful run in America.
| can do no more to-day. Oh, my!
September 17-Gray skies, & stiff
head wind and a rough sea. We had
divine service in the saloon this morn
ing, conducted by Rev. Alfred Tod
hunter, whom Memphians will re
member as having been once connected
with st. Mary's Episcopal church.
He aud his wife are returning to their
home in San Francisco, having passed
the summer in Europe.
Lille is growing tedious as a twice.
told tale" and the cry is still "0h,
myl"
September lS-This day is a com
pensation for all we have suffer
ed. Looking out upon the fresh
blue face Of sea and sky this morn
ing, | find it hard to realize
that they could be guilty Of yesterdays
meaGaess, They both look SO calm,
so serene, so fair, SO innocent, so utter
ly incapable Of being the wicked in
struments Of so much misery and woe
Yesterday l thought / never should
forgive them; to. day | do forgive them
with all my heart and thank them for
all the joy and freshness of this most
fair, beautiful morning. l remember
that | undertook to tel you something
about London, but who does not
know LOndon2 Dickens has made you.
all familiar with its streets and lanes
and by. ways. You know Charing
cross, Temple inn, Chauncey lane,
LincOln's inn, fields and piccadilly
Just as we'll as you can know them UNI
ill you have treaded their ways and
wandered hither and thither, with no
Intention except that Of finding your
sell unexpectedly in some spot made
most familiar by your acquaintance
Win EngllSn Wrlters, especially DICK
ems and Thackeray.
Our pilot boarded the vessel at
midnight; that tells its " story W.
are nearing the harbor Of home. On
this fair Monday morning, September
18th, 1882, every hearl-throb OF the
great, toilingship seems to say, "homel
homel'
A red letter day is this in our cal
endarl Life owes us nothing to day
There is naught Of joy in its best gift
that has not been ours ip the summer
months just gone. And now we are
nearing home, taking within US mem
cries that will keep our love forever
fresh and green.
81 know twill soon be over,
/ l know twill be over at last,
Down sail; the sheath anchor uncover,
For the sire 8 Of the voyage has passed.
there's but a faint sobbing seward,
While the calm ofthe tide deepens leeWard.
And behold: like the welcoming culver,
Of heart pulses throbbed through the river,
There'll be lights in the harbor at last. on
The welcome harbOr at last.