Morning journal and courier., 1883-03-01

' and peaks rise before us. Bye and bye we see flock of sheep winding about while one
 stands on dark rock in full view. We
 could not see one of them at first. The fig
 ures of three hunters are visible beneath the
 rock. We feel as we look steadily that we
 are in the very heart of the Rocky Noun
 tains."
 As we respectfully turn away, to come back
 many times, mirth provoking picture meets
 our eyes. We know it is a Brown without
 consulting the catalogue. We can tell his
 street urchins anywhere. An old apple wo-
 man, sitting on the walk with her fruit table 1 Tn front of her surrounded by group of
 children, well dressed little girl eating an
 apple and two boys who have paid for theirs,
 while boy number three is diving down to l the bottom Of his ragged pocket to find the coppsrs, which do not seem to be there. His | roguish eyes fairly wink at us as he decides l that he must have Cleft his money on the piano." We laugh as we look, and go away
 and come back to laugh again. The fence l behind the shrewd- faced old huckster woman | looks like 8 section of the old cemetery | fence on Grove street. Another canvas by Brown has delicate faced boy with fearful
 blue eyes, who is shivering with the cold as he vainly endesvors to sell the last of his po- | sies, snilax, pansies. carnations and rosebuds 1 deIcately and truthfu1ly painted. The land. scape looks SO cold we shiver and fairly ache | to buy the dainty punches and tell the little
 lad to go home and get warm.
 ] Hart has his fresh green landscapes with | sleek Attorneys standing in the cool streams
 under the shadows of the great trees in the | foreground. He contributes three this year 1.-two large paintings and one small one, 8 ! perfect gem. Hart is an artist who not only I delights in color, but knows how to use it. He is one of our favorites. His Princess \ Lily" is the prettiest calf ever put on canvas. Marston Ream knows how to paint fruit l and we have from his brush such grapes as ! might, if turned into wine, give us ''cycles | of Cathay" for our life here, clear. perfect, ! amber -hued, with rosy, dawn like tints gleaming through their transparent globes. Durand in his s'Sweets for the Sweet' gives us prettily dressed young girl with a ! dish in her hand of small red fruit, large | raspberries or small apples maybe, no way l remarkable. Heade, who paints roses, gives ! us lovely "Jacqueminot'' with it's dusky I head and dark velvety petals. A large pie \ ture by s. J. Guy of two pretty little sisters ! roasting apples in front of the fire looks in ! it's finish and attention to details like DOT trait and probably is. Dielman sends lit { tie child's head, which is perfect gem in it's quaintness and beauty, and is finely painted. Bellows sends 8 fat little boy with canary on his arm. The chubby little fellow makes us think of Kate Greenaway's little imp who stole the farmers cabbages at the rate of three per day Schuschardt sends Christ mas idea-two girls walking over the snow
 in the twilight, the younger with spray of
  with lighted windows just over the brow of the hill in the background. Edward Gay sends glimpse of ''SpEing,'' great apple tree covered in pink and white blossoms being quite noticeable, as well the yellow dandelions in the grass. Tryon sends us natural and well-painted tfConnecticut Corn field" The stacks of cornstalks and the
 old fashioned yellow pumpkins which make up the picture look very much as grand
 mothers used to look in the big field behind
 the barn up in North Haven. Even the old wheelbarrow looks like the one we used to be wheeled about in. It only needs half dog en turtles turned on their backs to make the picture complete Shattuck sends sheep, as usual We al- ways want to pet his lambs and pull the wool over the eyes of the old sheep. It is such real wool, not whity gray paint in plotches
 and curves. Sartain gives us an Oriental interior, some dusky Arabs squatted on 8 stone floor listening to the Reading of the Koran" The youngest one of the party has laid down the nargileh to listen. It must be more interesting to those half heathen to listen to their Koran than it is to the half heathen of our country to listen to a Bible reading. Think of a street Arab or 8 wharf rat" putting his second hand cigar stump down to listen to g chapter from the Bible! Bradford sends from his studio view of the Labrador Mountains and Icebergs" un- der the midnight sun. It is strange glow ing mass of one color, as if we were looking through red glass, and holds us spell bound. The icebergs are transparent, but 50 frelike the eye wearies of it's color and we turn to- ward the tropics with sigh of relief as the snow crowned Peaks of Illineza," Ecuador, stand before us. clear mountain stream is rushing down through deep gorge; the dull brown rocks are crowned with green. On level space up among the palms IS 8 little white village, and in the foreground no1oHr ,sao1 Eokr0 H& ferns, palms and waving plumes of tall grass. H. A. Ferguson is the artist. We have so few pictures of South America that the rari- ty makes this peculiar treat, and it is one I of the pictures that will live in our memory. Bridgman gives "La Cigale' and the story is the best introduction. "A grasshopper went singing through the fields all the summer long. When the frosty autumn came she besought the aunt to give her morsel of food to preserve her life.
 Said the aunt laughing and shutting up her granary, Since you could sing all summer you may dance all winter.'" :" But we look at
 the nearly nude figure, scarf of thin muslin being the only drapery, and we hardly think
 she will. There is light snow on the
 ground and yet there are no goose pimples on the warm, rosy looking flesh. The hands that clasp the guitar look warm and only the where shallI go expression of the face makes us pity the beautiful human butter fly with her floating wealth of golden hair and her perfect figure. Our New England artist Champney gives us bit of arbutus covered hillside, and 8 little girl lying at full length among the blossoms under the leafess trees picking It is very natural, the open woods on side hill with the skies of April above them. With longing in our hearts for the spring time. we turn to large canvas of Swain Clifford, just swamp, but if you listen you can hear the frogs croak. McEntee contrib utes Harvest Time" picture that every farmer will recognize, even if the lordly rooster in the foreground has blue tail feath- CTS, or the old gobbler looks if he was afraid and was trying to get behind t'ie stump, when the gobbler in the real field would have chased the children in the red aprons over by the bars, instead of being afraid of them. Bellows has a large and good printing of the Riverside Inn" good place for summer boarders to go fishing. It is one of the best of the collection. =Rehn is a new name to most of us, but his marine views are good to those who love the ocean Sea-green waves sparkling in the sun shine or lying still under the skies of August or rolling up in great pillows before the com ing storm, we know them all. Nicoll always gives us the white surf breaking against the rocks and either twilight or fog settling down over the dark green waters. This time it is 'Thatcher's Island" in the twilight. Beard l gives us group of street urchins and couple of dogs ready for Trade or Fight"
  trade. Another new name here is Hamilton,
 who gives us two rather peculiar symphonies in blue; ''Bon Voyage" g young girl in 8 blueish muslin waving white handkerchief towards the sea. The sky is blue with
 suggestion of green. The shadows are indigo
 on beach and foliage which is blue also The
 only co1ors except blue in the picture are the
 red cheeks and golden hair of the girl who | is very pretty miss notwithstanding the
 blue. The other, by the same artist, is a young girl lifting wounded bird from a 1 field of pale blue snow.
 Lyman's trout stream 'tIn the Catskills' | looks very natural, and would be a refresh 1 ing picture to look at in 8 warm day Its shadowy glens and hooks and swiftly-rush- l ing, cool-looking water would be such treat I in the dog days. McCard sends stConvent'' as lonely amid a waste of moor and as dreary as must be the lives of it's inmates. Burners ssOn the Scheldt" is Holland in ev- erything-the scow-like boats dirty sails with the initials of the owner on them, the river as placid as the faces of the sailors and their wives who lean over the railings to