Bismarck tribune., 1884-04-25

that there is not an inartistic picture in the
album, unless we except Mark Twains,
which is just what it pretends to bean
effort of untutored ambition.
Bret Harte holds the place of honor. He
has inscribed on the first page, in level, del
icate, feminine hand, the last verse Of his
well known poem to Dickens.
Next, William Cullen Bryant has written
his best verse, "Truth crushed to earth shall
rise again." in the perpendicular, compact,
involved hand that characterized him. Then
came Beecher, Parke Goodwin, Gay, Clifford,
Fred Church, Palmer the sculptor, Eastman
johnson, Launt Thompson, and Whittredge.
Augustus Hoppin now sets the artists an
example which they henceforth bravely fol-
low, and occupies page with the bust OF a
sweet schoolgirl in violet ink.
Whitelaw Reid contributes the truism,
@American politics will be found safer when
national parties no longer divide along lines
of race or latitude"
Charles Sumner says: Equality of rights
is the first of rights" And one might guess
dozen times at the name without once
guessing right.
Huntington, the artist, writes: drawing,
character and expression are great and essen
tial in painting, but color is it's peculiar
charm" He ought to have illustrated his
maxim.
ing from St Paul: "Whatsoever things are
true, whatsoever things are honest, ETC.
half Of his words connected together in
dashing newspaper manuscript.
J. G. Holland writes good proverb Of his
that think The Century has taken for its
guide:
,tnoaa toc
tracks
Makes no discove1iesl
William Lloyd Garrison offers this original
verse:
Thy cause, o Liberty, can never fail,
Whether by foes o'erwhelmed or friends be-
Then be It's Champions of naught afraid
As God is true they shall at last prevail!
Let base oppressors tremble and turn pallet
For Truth and Right are at thy side arrayed,
And the whole world shall yet thy triumph
hail!
Then William Bradford paints a wild
Arctic scene in India ink: "The steamer PAN
theon among the feld-ice, in Melville bay,
1862" believe the artist was with the ex-
pedition, and he remembers icebergs and
white bears very vividly.
On the next page I. I. Hayes, the Arctic
explorer, has written:
The hills were there sungilded at the hour
When other lands were silvered by the
moon,
The midnight hour, when down the sun did
A flare of light, as elsewhere at the noon!
On the next page Thomas Worth, the carl
caturist, has made the picture of boy, ink
bespattered, holding up his name on sheet
L 81. L.. A..
colossal quill with which he has written it.
The expression of triumph on the besmeared
face is admirable
T. B. Aldrich next has prettily written in
refined, neat back-hand, almost microscopic:
Manoah's son, in his blind rage malign,
Tumbling the temple down upon his foes,
Did no such feat as yonder delicate vine
That day by day untired holds up rose.
w. H. Beard, "the animal artist" here
plants his large, square, backhand signature,
and at its end pencils a wonderfully wise
looking owl holding the pencil that is finish
ing the last stroke of it. The joke of it is
that the owl resembles Beard unmistakablv.
The famous Cole here drops dainty flock
of white sheep upon the page with black ink,
and scrawls his name on the hillside where
they feed.
On the next page is outlined jolly group
cupids playing blindfold, by sanigi, of
Florence-the theme quite Italian
Next is a yacht with all sails afoat upon a
rippling page, by W. E. Norton.
George L. Brown contributes q pencil
sketch Of the bay of Naples with Vesuvius
fuming in the distance.
Coffin, of Boston, set his names to a COM
panion piece occupying both pages-two
water colors, very daintily wrought, entitled
HL'Art Divine" and "L'Art Sublime"-illus-
trations of music and painting. :"
B. Champney embellishes the volume with
delicate river-sketch in ink-cows standing
in the stream under the dropping elm
branches.
E. H. Chaplin. Edward Everett Hale and
Wendell Phillips write their names each be-
neath sentiment.
James T. Fields says: "It is always pleas
ant to be in good company, and so sign my
name in this beautiful book"
On the succeeding page is: II am glad to
be next to the man who comes before me.
"RoBERT CoLLYER."
Then follow these:
Build thee more stately mansions, o, my
soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Shut thee from Heaven with dome more
vast,
Till thou at length art free, ..s
Leaving thine outgrown shell by Lfe's un-
resting sea!
-s OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
And Of some wonder-blossom vet we dream,
Whereof the time that is enfolds the seed,
Some flower Of light to which the rose shall
seem
A fair and fragile weed.
LUCY LARCOM.
No more than doth the miller there,
Shut in our several cells, do we
Know with what waste of beauty rare
Moves every days machinery.
J. r. LOWELL
This last in clear but somewhat cramped
hand-the capital letters only small letters
enlarged Longfellow writes about our
Bedouin cares folding their tents like the
! Arabs Then there is page devoted to