Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1883-07-11

Even mOTe lnteTeSllnS- though ItSs
gloomily impressive. is the adjoining
chamber, with its projecting mantel-
piece, its curved oak cabinets, and the
quaint medieval portraits that watch
us from the wall with sombre, unchang-
ing eyes. Here shines Edward ",
brightest and basest of English sover-
eignS, in all the fullness of his sleek,
tiger-like beauty, a marked contrast
indeed to the quiet. commanding face of
Henry ", (no longer bearing any trace
of the wild Prince Hal of Shakespeare,
who looks down upon us with the same
stern calmness werewith he watched the
armed thousands of France surging up
around his little handful of starving
men through the cold white mist of
Agincourt. And at the far end of the
room stands small glass case, brimful
of historical relics that would have
excited the envy of Horace Walpole HIM
self, foremost among which appear the
antique inkstand that figured in the
debates of the long Parliament, ere
Cromwell came to purge the floor, :"
and lock of hair clipped from Nelson's
corpse on the night of that famous bat
|tle-Sabbath in Trafalgar Bay rs years
ago.
The Library contains one curiosity, a
clock made at the Industrial School of
Jeypur, the capital of one of the native
States of Western India 1t is queer
affair altogether, to all appearance en-
tirely without works, and looking very
much like lamp chimney sulrmounted
by an eye-glaSs. Passing the foot of the
great staircase-which is sentineled by
a life-iike oil painting of Lord BeacOns-
.field-we enter the portrait gallery, now
flooded with series of glory 10y the sun
light which is streaming through the
crimson curtains, and giving added color
and beauty to the grand procession of
historical faces along either wall. Here,
belying her masculine dress by the vol
uptuous softness of the features that
enthralled Charles IL, appears wild
Lucy Walters" /" mother of that Inflated
Duke Of Monmouth whose rash clutch
at crown to which he had no claim,
brought down upon Western England
horrors worse than those of CawnpOre.
Here looks out from beneath his massive
forehead, the large, thoughtful, earnest
eye of Sir Thomas Moore, the nOblest
man of his day in England, and, there
fore as matter of course, sent out OF
England and the world by the heads
mans axe as speedily as possible. Here
stands Anne of Austria, Louis XIfI's
unfaithful Queen, imprisoned in a tight
wasted scarlet dress, and showing little
of the beauty which captivated the vola
., l,,t-a Of pnaEfnuhan, htrt p.rnh nf
the haughtineSs which she bequeathed
to her son Louis XIV. Here, in the
commanding attitude which dismayed
the fiercest Revolutionists of France,
towers the colossal uglilress of Mirabeau,
half redeemed by the stern, daring,
dauntless spirit that looks through it.
And here, tand greatest of all, stands
brave Robert Blake, on the stern and
solemn beauty of whose noble face rests
the same look of calm and fearless self
reliance with which he confronted the
pixies of Goring and the cannon of Van
Tromp, or sailed foremost into the hell
fire of the Tunis corsairs at Goletta.
Beyond the portrait gallery lies the
study where the late Lord Lytton used
to write, which is as simple as the i'm
mediate surroundings of famous men
should always be- A small room, plain
central table, bust of the Khedive, and
cast of Michael Angeles Moses on the
mantel-piece-nothing more. But the
fine oriel window and the beautiful view
which it commands are sufficient orna.
ment in themselves. Light, airy, cheer.
full, this little sanctuary of art contrasts
very pleasantly with the gloomy grand.
eur of the antique chambers and dim
corridors overhead. Had any one wished
to confer a priceless benefit upon the
late Mr.. Harrison Ainsworth, it should
certainly have taken the form of a
months residence in one of these rooms
of state. How that truly great mar
would have reveled in such an unexpect
ed supply of recesses, hangings, cabinet:
and presses of carved oak, for the con
venience of the ghosts, demons, corpse:
and other festive personages in which
The delighted. Herne, the Hunter, him
self would have found ample scope hert
for that troublesome gift of popping VI
through the floor or coming flying dow
the chimney with which he made him
self such a nuisance in Windsor CAST,
in the days Of Henry VIII. Wha