Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-06-25
THE BLUE GRASS BEAUTIES
when Nature Makes One She
Never SpOils the Job,
souls smith n Cincinnati News journal.


here, this week, being commencement
week, has combined all the lovelinesl
of nature and art into a grand aggre
CATION of aesthetic delight. To say
| that the skies have been blue and the
sunshine golden would be too little
to attempt anything like description
| Of this lovely land in this lovely season
| would be worse than gliding gold OF
painting the lily. So it is With the
| young girls who have, with the warm
days of this delicious spring, like the
niossroses, burst from folded bud into
the velvety softness OF newborn
blossom, and have graduated from the
various mental oonservatories where
such dainty things are brought to
sweet perfection. Nobody can de-
scribe them; II he could he would emily
do 80 once and then 20 off somewhere
and die from vain love OF his own
creation.
The women here have gorgeous ma
ture to build on and high art to i'm
prove it with. When the Donna Dea
out of her bounteousness makes a
Bluegrass woman, she takes care
never to spoil the job. A soft, white,
warm body, translucent with divine
light and curving to lines OF beauty as
naturally as the tendrils OF vine, is
the groundwork upon which nature
limns the human angel. Eyes softly
bright, but luminously intense; cheeks
like the damask rose, with buttercups
of dimples, in whose honeyed heart
sly Puck or 0bernon might sleep; lips
like OK hearts cherries at the center,
but fexile as smoke wreath, and
fading away into the soft cheek like
the hearts blood of strawberry int
luscious cream; chin fairly fashioned
as the golden apple that blushing
Paris gave to Venus, who trembled
with delight at taking it; the brow Of
Juno, and the bust of Hebe; the sea
nymph's pearly ear, the wood nymph's
springy step-these are a few OF the
charms that nature gives the maiden
of the Bluegrass.
And the aforesaid maiden is not the |
least bit ignorant of her beauty, either, |
and the very simplicity of the highest
art is called in to heighten her charms,
especially about this season OF the |
year. You know | think there is just
one single supreme instant in the
ripenlng Of peach, when the sun has
kissed it into half swooning ecstscy
of lusoiousness, and there is dreamy |
languOrousness somehow permeating
all this quick sweetness of its full |
juices; when the crude sap vitalizes
into pungent sugar, and it hangs for
the twinkling of an eye in
the very zenith of perfec>
ton. mellower than it ever was,
daintier than il ever will be-all the
sunbeams that ever kissed it are mol,
ten in its juices; all the garnered
grapes of autumn are tOreeasted In its
havcrs.
And this is true, too, of a woman,
and the Bluegrass maiden knows it.
Then it is she calls on all her forces,
and the sweet simplicity Of her attire
especially selected for the purpose,
suits SO well the modest, shrinking,
blushing timidity born of her interest.
ing age. Then it is that washerwomen
groan. and which muslin rules in the
and lace furbelows aud
founces are respondent in mid heaven
of her horoscope.
"Commencement season comes
luckily Just at this beati6e time, and
only last night | saw a dozen of
these hpmsn peaches hanging over
The railing Of az organ loft, nestled
ia fluffy white, sEd9led in cream
lace, faces all agloE, Fogalsh eyes
lsparkle, pesrly teeth cleaning
through lips that gloWed more glori-
3usly with warm baimy breath that
passed them. And there were satin
ribbons around dainty waists, and
roses rising and falling upon
air, round bodices, snd soft little
hands squeeze into snowy kids. and
wilderness of silken hair dancing in
blonde waves upon clean brews with
very motion Of the scented fan, and
II the rest Of the psrsphernalis that
godly monks used 70 think were
of the devil, sad maybe
he monks knew what they we're talk
ng about, too. | am not . monk and
enjoyed the scene, but, ali, children
never know exactly when q peach Is
-iPe. and We old people have lost our
lense of taste someWhst,