The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-03-01


Milano, Italy.
'tCaTssima Teresa received your letter
which is delightful to me because it is yours,
and terrible to me because it scolds me, abuses
flies at me, makes me feel like school-boy who
has had a sopanata. Yes: it is quite true
cannot help it. She has bewitched me. She is a
lily made into woman I feared You would be
angry, especially angry because she is foreigner
but the hour of fate has struck You will not
wonder when you see her. She is as blonde as
the dawn, and as pure pearl. 1t seems to
me that have never loved any woman at all in
my life before. To love her is like plunging ones
band in cool spring water on a mid summer noon.
She is such repose; such innocence; such holi-
ness! In the midst of this crowded, over colored,
vulgar London life for it is very vulgar at its
highest, she seems like some angel of purity. l
saw her first, standing with knot of roses in her
hand under cedar tree, at one of their after
noon clubs on the river. She was drinking cup
of tea; they are always drinking tea And she
is so white. l never saw anything SO
white except the snow on the Leonessa
She is not in the least like the fast young
ladies of England, of whom one sees so
much in the winter at Rome. do not like their
is fast, Parisienne is best, or even an Ameri-
can. English women overdo it. She is just like
primrose; like piece of porcelain like soft,
pale star, shining i'll the morning. write all
kinds of poetry when think of her. And then,
there is something Sainte Nitouche about her
which is delicious because it is SO real. The
only thing which was wanting in her was that
she ought to have been shut up in convent, and
ought to have had to imperil my soul for all
eternity by getting her over a stone wall with
silken ladder. But it is prosaic age and this is
q very prosaic country. London amuses me,
but it is such crowd, and it is frightfully ugly
I cannot think how people who are so enormous
ly rich the English can put up with such ugli
ness. The houses are all too small-even the
big ones. | have not seen good ball rooms
they say there are good in the country
houses The clubs are admirable but life in
general seems to me hurried costly, ungrace
full, very noisy, and almost entirely consecrated
to eating 1t is made up of a scramble
and mass Of. food People engage themselves
for dinners month in advance. Everybodys
engagement book is 500 full that it is the burden
OF their days. They accept everything, and at
the eleventh hour pick out what they prefer, and,
to use their own language, throw over the rest.
do not think it is pretty behavior, but nobody
seems to object to it. 1 wonder that the women
do not do So but they seem to be afraid OF los
ing their men altogether if they exact good man
ners from them. People here are not at ali we'll
hammered to my taste; neither the men nor the
women. They are brusque and negligent, and
have few petts sons. You should have come
over for my marriage, to show them all what an
exquisite creature Venetian patrician beauty
can be. Why would yeu MARRY thatPicdrnont-
ese7 Only two things seem to be of any i'm
portance in England-they are eating and poll
ties. They eat all day long, and they are always
talking of Mr.. Gladstone. Mr.. Gladstone, MEM
bette! Half Of them say he is the destruction of
England the other half say he is the salvation of
England Myself, / don't care the least
which he is; only know they cannot keep him
ont of their conversation. one way or another,
for Ave minutes; which, to IN unprecedented for
eigner, is a seccatura. But tomorrow go down
into the country with my primrose-all alone
tomorrow she will be mine altogether and un-
alterably, and | shall hear nothing about Mr.
Gladstone, or anything that is tiresome OF
course, You are wondering that l should marry.
wonder myself; but then if did not marry l
should be compelled to say an eternal addio to
the Lenten Lily. She has such spiked wall
around her of male relatives and family great
ness; it is not the convent wall; there is no lad
der that will go over it; one must enter by the
big front door, or not at ALL Felicitate me and
yet compassionate me. am going to paradise
no doubt; but have the uncomfortable doubt
as to whether it will suit me, which all people
who are going to paradise always do feel. Whyl
Because we are mortal! Or because we are sim
nersl reverderci cara mia Teresina! Write
to me at my future Eden; it is called Coombe
Bysset near Luton, Bedfordshire. We are to
be there a month. 1t is the choice of my prim-
rose
From the Lady Mary Bruton f}eigrave square, Lon
don, to Mrs. darcy, British Embassy, Berlin.
',The season has been horribly dull; quaint
ties of marriages-people always will marry,
however dull it is. The one most talked about
is that of the Cowes second daughter. Lady
Gladys, with the Prince of San Zenone. She is
one CT the beauties, but very simple girl, quite
old-fashioned indeed. She has refused Lord
Hampshire, and good many other people, and
then fallen in love in week with this Roman,
who is certainly as handsome as picture But
NONVo utth iihO ~ az dAe Ac gave III because ne
couldn't help it, but he was dreadfully vexed
that the Hampshire affair did not come off in
stead. Hampshire is such good creature, and
his estate close to theirs it is certainly very
provoking for them that this Italian must take
it in his head to spend season in London, and
lead the cotillon so beautifully, that all the
young women talked of nothing else but his
charms
From the Lady Mona St. Clair, Grosvenor square.
London to Miss Bruno, schooner-yacht Persephone,
off Cherbourg
'The wedding was very pretty yesterday. We
had frocks of tussore silk, with bouquets of
orchids and Penelope Boothby caps She looked
very pretty, but as white as her gowr-such a
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