National Republican. (Washington City (D.C.)) 1872-1888, 1884-10-04

countryman in the act Of having his
pocket picked in the vestibule, to the last
bucket of blood in the chamber OF horrors
Tho kings and queens and emperors, oven
the bright scarlet cardinals, are rather
unintcrcsting, as we had no means OF
knowing whether they were natural, not
having associated very intimately with
kings and queens-except those IN tho
fairy.talcs and operas, whoro they are as
plenty as blaCkberrios--bu Nilsson con-
vorsing afIably ia very fine gown with
Gounod and Sardou, Victor Hugo writing
poetry, and Munkacsy painting pictures
with Mrs. Langtry, with hands like feet
and feet like ire-shOvols, looking casually
over his shoulder, wero rather moro like
real lifo.
But, aftor ali, what you want in wax
works is not SO much accuracy rs thrill,
and SO you 20 down into the crypt,
whore you undoubtedly get your moneys
worth. We had thought on entering
that nothing could be more horrible than
the Prince Imperial staggering back from
two or three naked sayaGes, with a
CHASTITY white face and tho assegais OF
Zulu piercing his uniform, but we ind
that that vivid representation is light and
pleasing in character compared to tho
spectacles we see below. You feel your
blood run cold and your bangs rise up
right on your head as you gaze upon the
haggard Jeanette survivors huddled dc.
sparingly together in the snow and ice,
and Just opposite them to point the con-
trast between tho Arctics and the tropics,
sociablo little group Of extremely black
cannibals artistically turning their roast
missionary as he browns over o slow fire.
After this tableau tho nihilist being
4. AZ. l.. Al l. o .tae
being lynched, and even tho victim
reclining under tho guillotino are COM
paratively tame, but | think the CHASTITY
climax is reached in the execution-in
Morocco, l think IL Is. but any black
country would do-where the hoadless
victim has fallen forward In small lako
of blood, and tho exccutioncr with q
cheerful grin holds aloft q black head,
tho features distorted and livid, and still
dripping blood. Tho illusion Is so skill
fully heightened by carefully arranged
lights and surroundings that IL is just as
good as seeing the execution performed,
and at this point you feel, with Macbeth,
that you "have supped full with horrors"
and gladly turn from tragedy SO intense
that it partakes Of tho comic.
The edge of the horrors is somewhat
taken of WREN you pass the conCave and
convex mirrors, boforo which crowd
of roaring mon is always assembled to
SEQ themselves either tremendously broad
or as thin as darning needles, and
between which is that wonderfully pol
ished mirror which is calculated to
deceive the very elect, who all walk
through il under the impression that IL
is door. The ladies' usually recognize
their reelection by their costumes, but
tho men, who all look alike, arc uni
yersally deceived.
1t is pleasant to got up again into the
cheerful light of day to see Blaine and
Logan and Cleveland simpering at each
other as If having match which can
look the silliest, and to hear that we have
escaped the afternoon lecture on Sitting
Bull and his comrades who adorn the
stage. One of the comrades.-Big Horned
Spoon was his name, / think--was she'd
ding tears, but whether II was because he
had only two feathers on his head instead
of barrel hoop full OF them, like Mr..
Bulls, or because he had to listen to the
lecture, or because he couldn't get his
innings at the Pipe of peace, which was
then going around, we could not ascer-
tain. Perhaps it was for the absence Of
the spittoon Of peace. If so, the au
dience could join him in his lamentation.
Ccutcu Ou uue platlOTll, hrHutu Win
pencil and note book, in the very thick
of the squaws and braves, was an indom-
liable newspaper correspondent enor-
gotically cleaning information. Though
she appeared only to elicit the customary
ugh big 1njun, ten cents" she was
undiscouraged, and when they withdrew,
followed them till the last palm leaf fan
and clumsiiy-trailing red blanket disap-
peared, surrounded by an eager throng,
who pressed forward to indulge in the
national mania for shaking hands. Why
they should want to shake hands with O
lot of hot, greasy savages / could not com.
prehend, but they evidently thought they
had not gotten their so cents worth unles:
they did.
out in tho park wo encountered n
savage Of another tribe disguised as q
hackman, with whom the battle, although
brief, was one of the most sanguinary on
record, and who, blush TO say, came of
victorious. We saw in the park the usual
tine dresses, and were disappointed not to
see the usual pretty faces, but the horse:
pranced and the silver chains jinglod
enough to make up for that loss. Aftel
the mountains the beauties Of nature as
seen at Central park are rather fiat, and
we heaved q sigh Of remembrance, espe
cially when the inscriptions on Cleopatra
needle recalled too vividly the much
inscribed candy peddler's wagon.
ELISE HATHAWAY.