The Arkansaw traveler. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1882-1???, 1888-11-24
PICTURES ON THE WINDOW
BY "BRICK" PoMERoy.

The spirits and fairies of the won.
drous kingdom of frost held high car
nival in our street last night, and this
morning the windows presented one
of the most beautiful sights ever be-
held. While those indoors were chat
ting or sleeping winter had set its
spring patterns for summer work, and
how delicate were the touches and
tracings of the magic pencil! One
window in particular, at which l have
been long looking, presented won-
drous picture and moving panorama
of frost art. 1t seemed as though a
convention of angel artists had been
summoned by the dying winter king,
and, by the light of the aurora bore
ais, had made him picture of such
magic beauty that no one could look
upon it without feeling to do them
homage.
There were the bold, heavy strokes
of some rough old frost spirit who
delighted in making mountains, rocks,
cascades. and deep ravines, as some in
dependent mortals like to make and
leave their marks on the varying face
of creation and the created. There
stood the work of less dashing artists,
delighting in the production of plains,
rivers, oceans and deserts. Then there
were panes filled with bristlipg and
glistening forests deep and dark-with
woods rivaling the famed Bots de
Boulogne-with prairies and deserts
stretching off into the distance, as run
the lives and lines of the pioneers, till
lost in touches so delicate that the
breath of spirit even, must drive
the work away. There were sketches
by still gentler artists of birds, of
plants, of flowers, and thousand beau
tiful tancies, spread like the divine
breath of angels who whisper OF Gods
love to the world. There were the
choicest, most delicate embroideries,
rivaling the finest Honiton, 30 neatly
woven, of 30 fine texture, and of such
handsome patterns that it seemed as If
the wedding lace and bridal wells of
angels had been stolen from their
heavenly wardrobe and placed on the
window before man to teach him his
utter insignifcance.
The entire panorama of sea-of earth
of heaven and of eternity lay spread
out there and countless thousands of
more beautiful pictures were presented
than artist ever saw In his most
golden dreams. Cities, teeming with
life; streets filled with horses, car
riages and pedestrians, crossing, pass
ing, and repassing each other; blocks
of stores, in the windows of which
could be seen all that makes up the
wardrobe of the most fashionable lady
or gentleman, or the coarser habili-
ments of poverty. There were blocks
Of tenement houses, the roofs broken
in and walls toppling-the doors I'M
hinged and windows shattered-lean-
ing and nodding toward each other as
if hooking at the misery Of their in
mates!
There were cities silent and deserted,
with battered walls, crumbling houses,
ruined churches and streets, looking
silent and filled with rubbish. There
were cities filed with handsome resi-
dences, splendid parks, In which were
fountains-churches built after Q score
Of architectural designs, the spires
losing themselves in the midst of
countless glittering stars, each point
ing to heaven, where reside the sources
of inspiration. Groups of people,
fccks of birds-of waterfowl, and
herds of horses were to be seen. There
were treec growing up straight and
handsome, the upper limbs heavy with
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is the life OF those who make them
selves friendless-trees laden with sug-
gestive tropical fruits-trees in whose
branches could be seen beautiful feath-
cred birds-trees under which could
be seen lovers fondly reclining-treea
in which serpunts were wTitking and
swinging from branch to branch, and
trees beneath which were groups OF
cattle, apparently enjoying the shade q
capricious puff of wind had thrown
from the thickly-woven branches! O,
how beautiful and how deep and high
and wide the picture.
Mountains reared their lofty sum-
mits till the highest peaks seemed lost
in the ante-chamber Of heaven, and
adown whose sides hung frozen CAS-
cades. There were towers rivAllfnR
Bunker Hill, the Washington monu-
ment, the leaning tower Of Pim, OF
the tower Of Babel! There were
plains ON which deer, Wild horses,
cattle, and buffalo roamed and raced
and sported In al their native freedom,
as goes the thoughts Of those who love
God and wish all Of mankind we'll.
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