New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-01-15
4 BARBARIAY AND 7W0 Es1HETES.
From The queen

From The queen
There are always people who 20 haci- on the trOds
den path, aud who SGT themselves 10 reproduce the
spirit OF the past under the fashions OF the present.
Hence Rosa Matilda and the Della Cruecans nave
reappcared ia the AOaeT earnest school, With that
worship Of iank limbs, lean FORMS haggard faces OK
uttorabc woe, and general Alteration which dis
tinguish II. Sometimes the outside barbarians
make queer mistakes with lhcse aesthetics; Tor unless
we have the key - The enigma OF their appearance
and manners, their ways and words are apt 10 DO
unintelgIble. One day one Of these robust barba-
rians paid visit 10 q house where the girls " go IN"
for different schoOs-One more unnatural than the
other and all ludcrous III their assumption of SUI
pTeme earurstuess. The mother was not az home,
and only the girls remained 10 receive. One was
Art the other Poetry and both might have been
nee enough II they had allowed nature only so
much as square Ilch NhercOn 10 stani. ART, the
elder, the nrst To welcome the robust barbarian.
" hen tine VISITOR entered she was standing leaning
against the back OF a Ugh chair in the attitude Of
the polyhymuIa, but she slowly raised herself from
Il pose and brought her faculties 10 bear on Eer
dulles Ler lips apart, her head depressed her eyes
opened 70 thelr widest under ner OTOWs aud thrown
up with tho lutenSeat tragedy OF expression which
long study before her glass could give them, she
glided forward and family breathed the cOnven-
uuual formula. Poetry, absorbed, was discouTslns
on high matters TO a youth IN the corner ana saw
only the angle Of the ceiling on which she had hAed
her eyes Tie rODus. barbarian was lille alarmed.
This tragic looA, this desperate melancholy OF face
combined wish ne absence OF the mother, made her
thnk that something was alulss. Good gracious!
" What Is III, matter - Nothing said the self
conscious model Tor the tragic muse. ~ tie most
" " by 10 you ask - thought you looked
sCarcd-unudppy" said the robust DarbdTIin. Art
smiled in a SAD, sweet melancholy way. d" Is any
one happy p she asked with tender TeprOach. Is
not ali Beauty sorrow, al refinement patnos, all art
sadness Only lcnltTs Doors are happy"
" I do not think 50, said the robust. barbarian.
turning TO Poetry, who by this ume had become
aware OF her presence Poetry was In every way
unlike her sister. Art had devised an elaborate
costume fer herself, ~ inch she tOudly hoped made
her look ike picture slsO she had placlCed cer-
f4In d. sos IL al
schools 4Or the E!amcs aud BeatIIces, the Ladies
ana the Cphes Oh IN II pictures Poetry ,on the con-
lIIy, an free and Unstudled. she was the Wild
sweet bird IL the bWaIing branches Of forest tree,
singing her native wood notes wild III the dellrlOu5
soutule Of naturc-she was Inspiration, Rapture,
Spirit. HeI dress was careless not 10 say shabby
and uutldy her h .ir was u-aTIanged, not 10 say
Unkcmpt, uubrushed, and dlsorderly; her role was
absorption IN her own sweet thoughts, not, a. Win
Art OAtung pic ,ure, but suggesting ldylls and
epcs. % her Tell The care OF the tea-taDle, " III
you have cup Of tea; she asked, with that lar
away look III her eyes, expressive OF amy thing
rainier tDdh the aGAIhi t1Iou Vi toatSe CiS''uIo
comforts. lae robust barbarian asserted. 4 cup
Ol warm tea on cold winters afternoon W-s
pleasant prospect. Poetry led the way 70 the liable:
LooAng back over her shoulder as SIZE went, and
speaking TO the youth III the corner she SAID 40
4!Yi Z cJnOs ~ she spoke "A radiant smile came
over her lace-a smile that had been hired to ex-
press spiritual Illumination aud the Consciousness
Of priestes5hoOd. DO you take sugar! she asked
sWcety, III preservation IOT her hospitality Ihe
robust barbarian answered. No; NJ sugar, thank
yOI.' Poetry Ia tie teapot IL her haho, poised
m mldalr-tac tea unpOdrcd. " he grand SUBJ
GuIly Of Dante N!atchcI with ne lovely Tenderness
Oi lctIarcd, she saIG again over hel shoulder 70
the Youth IN the corner DO you take sugar -
sh. then asked the robust barbarian, kindly. No;
no -i,gar thank YOU, tnIs Latter answered.. Poetry
poured out the Tea. During the process sic said.
wiki great sweetness and touching hospitality:
u,i, ..tve YOU sugar - NO; no sugar THANK yOu,p
Mas In. reply. ne tea poured out, Poetry tOOA mp
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AMI the perfect firm Goethe size sara again over
her shoullc. TO The youth III tie corner 10 me
robust barbarian: Sugar'' NO SAID tho
robust BARBARIAN, quickly. Poetry poured Out !ho
mlA. Still holding the cup she looked back To inc
Not.tu in the corner d" And add To tAis transcend
Ont whole the stately march OF Spenser, she said.
his is VIVA the true poet should be-dnd this Is
what you will some day be. On when she hastily
shoveiied m two spoonsful OF crushed sugar and
handea the cup 10 the robust barbarian, with .
charnIiug sluIle. "lou take SUGAR, tank ~ she
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