The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1883-11-21

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as they turned their tails to the
storm. The woman was struck into
rather impressive statue Of Lydia
She did not move q muscle. but
stood there with the whites of her
eyes rolled up till she could not see
US and 80, childlike, felt that she
was not seen. We dashed past, but,
looking back in a moment, l saw
them both bustling on in great
haste. And yet there are some
folks who say the Negro is without
enterprise!
ART AND ARTISTS IN PHILADELPHIA.
To open this gate is to enter field
of flowers, from which you do not
escape all day here. You do not
hear much Of art, pictures, books
anything really in the line OF refine
ment, outside of the imagined brick
walls of this rather exclusive city,
but art is here, nm undercurrent of
it, deep and strong and full of prom
ise. OF course over this current
rolls and rumbles the greasy car of
commerce, Just as in other places.
But the Philadelphia artist, author,
seems less obtrusive, has less self
assertion than almost any man
alive; a good sign of good work.
There are pictures here to see, one
private collection, notably, which
would take a weeks time to see
well. But here is sacred ground,
and We draw the line at the thresh-
old.
The great park here has in roads
and drives altogether nearly one
hundred miles. Our Central Park
of New York is only dolls play
house in comparison to it. Dark +.
and Shiny looking rivers, suggestive
OF catfish and eels. slide around and
about the city. But their dullness
is relieved by the glory of the woods,
that now in the full splendor OF
autumn illume their banks and hang
above the leaf-strewn, winding, silent
waters. Here in this park they show
you the house where Tom Moore is
said to have written some of his
melodies. Here is also q dreary
looking habitation, called Arnold's |
House, said to have been given this
unhappy man as reward for his |
treason. Ah, yes, beautiful Phila-
ielphia-beautiful | mean when
you get outside of her and into this
park and out of sight of the horrid !
lows of houses-has her traditions
md stories. too; her house where
Washington slept; her Independ-
.nce Hall, her Penn and his endur-
ng treaty made under the elm of
peace. A man who could not respect
III these and bow his head before
hem in this city of bricks between /
he two rivers has little il himself
hat is worthy of respect.
As my friend drove me back from 1
he thirty-mile drive in this greatest
park in all the world / asked him
low it was in this city, without any
Ipecial commerce and it's single line
If ships for Europe. had grown to
Iuch boundless dimensions. He
quietly drove me to some of the fac
ories for answer.
And now, would you like to see
III the factories Of Philadelphia be-
ore leaving our city,"
well, yes, l think / should the
persons employed all seem so hap
~, healthy, content and comforta-
lie, that | should enjoy seeing all
he factories of Philadelphia, l
hink."
When We got fairly back in the
arriage and the robe over our legs,
ny wealthy and impressive friend
aid:
I'VE have 1900 of these fac
ories; we have 100000 persons
As we drove home, | asked
What is your next greatest thing
n Philadelphia ?"
"Our City Hall and its contem-
'lated tower"
And your next greatest ?"
George w. Childs, sir" Il
was silent and said no more all
be way to the gate. L