The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-02

| and go, and the winters, and leave no mark
upon them, and the wind signs perpetually
in their branches. Everything is old and
of heavy growth, This is one of the attrac
tons of 1.-THE Pines.n Many of the modern
places on the Hudson are not beautiful be-
cau,e they lack age in their strawberries and
park. ''Greystone," distant only short
drive, the home of Mr.. Tilden, so famous in
| our political world, gives nowhere any shell
ter for the eye. Magnifcently located on
! the brow Of the hill beyond Yonkers, it
| stands unblinking in the sun, an immense
pile of naked masonry. There is not tree
about it.. It's stables are equally conspicu-
Gus, and its glass greenhouse make an I'M
slightly blister that cries aloud for cover
ing.
Miss Morris's place and the property ad-
| jacent, was once the possession OF Edwin
Forrest. Often when | am in the library,
think how strange it seems to know that In
! this very room the great tragedian, so long
| dead, had spent many days in the latter
part of his life, and how strange vet is the
fact, that the property after changing hands
many times in many years, should to-day
be the home of the greatest actress America
has ever produced, as Forrest was the great
| est actor.
The household at ''The Pines" is quiet as
the place itself. Miss Morris receives few
| visitors, and lives here i'll a far strlcter Sc
clusion than the ma jority of ladies in private
life. She, her husband, and her mother
| make up the family.
The phenomenal qualities that render her
| 50 great upon the stage are even more
marked here in her country home There
is no artifice about her. Her face has
weird and powerful attraction that no IA
| mlliarlty will ever overcome. 1t is not
beautiful alone. 1t has a fascination at
times that holds one spell-bound, like the
| supernatural | have seen it when her face
looked as if, at that moment, all the sweet,
| Sorrowful eolian notes that have flowed, like
tide, across the human race, haunted her
ear and echoed in her heart.
She is in keen sympathy with her sur
J roundings, and life at THE Pines is idyllic
like that of the English gentry. To rise in
the morning when you have no longer any
| inclination to sleep. to breakfast at leisure,
| TO ride, or walk or lounge with bOOk-to
| be absolutely free to do as you please-and
to dine with the assembled family in the
| evening, this is the daily routine. Miss
Morris has habit that have never met
with elsewhere in a hostess, Late every
evening half dozen new books appear in
the room Of each guest, books with which to
| beguile any wakeful watches of the night
that might overtake the restless sleeper
At the head of the bed is little gas bracket
| armed with shade SO adjustable that the
ray of light can be managed without diff
| au absolute luxury. Miss Morris is herself
a voracious reader, and covers nearly all
branches Of literature.
Her house, like that Of every famous
woman, is full of bric-a-brac and curioS
picked upin Europe or America, but the
| pets are the most noticeable feature about
her establishment. There are birds from
many lands, though they are kept out of
| sight and hearing in room at the top OF
the house, where no stranger can intrude to
| brighten these feathered captives. The
| American cardinal, the brown knocking
| bird, the thrusheS, the bullfinches all make
| up a chorus, and the tiny strawberry birds,
| those odd, small Asiatics with their fine
| piping voices, add to it perfect shower of
| silver sounds, that is like the mechanical
| tinke of music box. The English skylark
mute and wild in his activity, beats against
| his prison bars Off in corner, the gentle
| love birds whisper together perpetually, and
! the Brazilian paroquets make queer faces.
The Chinese robin-gorgeous little pagan
exile with red bill and hame-tipped wings
| brought by some Pacific sailor half around
| the world, repeats his foreign tongue in soft
| entreatY The Japanese nightingale, in
| fawn-c olored vest and necklace of purple,
| sits all day dumb, then utters his minor
| note with the long drawn vibrations of
| bell, as the sun goes down. and drops
again into sience--forlOrn little stranger
in a strange land still chanting his vesper
| song!
These birds are so shut Off that they are
seldom heard, but all through the house from
some unseen region near at hand the doves,
| the ring doves in their cages down-below
| mourn, and mourn, and mourn. A chant
for the dead is gayer than dance music
compared t. their strange and steady la
ment Sometimes it seems as if one of
them, past all endurance, suddenly broke
1 lNff FOO hot
then the death song of the swan. Even
Our Lady Of Grief could have given ex-
| preston to no such anguish when she
cried "Attond all ye that pass by and see
if there be any sorrow like unto my sor-
row."
There are other inmates of the house al
most as important as the family-the dogs.
Some of them are not much larger than
your hand. Mona, Yorkshire terrier, has
a most beautiful suit of gold and silver hair
that drags on the ground like a ladys train
| I4asca is a little Southerner, a little black
and tan, the very smallest specimen of the
Spanish Mexican, and SO high bred that she
shivers with the cold even in midsummer,
| and is always dressed in little embroidered
coat that covers her all over.
q From tho house one cannot see the stable
except portion of the roof towering above
| the tree tops. There the pigeons walk
with red feet shining like coral in the sun,
and there the weather-vane whirlS with the
wind rs it sweeps up and down the river
valley.
am like Prof. Swing, who once told me
he wanted his horse to be as domestic as his
| COWS or his chickens-a slow, responsible,
old beast, of matured years. Well, Mrs.
Morris'S animals possess none of these pc
culiar qualities. Thoy are all handsome to
the eye, and swift, as | know to the cost of
| my nervous system. Duby-short for
| Dubious, SO called on account of his sus-
| picious characters a great black horse,
intimidating to the unwary. Dimple is like
a mouse, so satin fine is her coat, and there
are Max and Bombed and Prince, all driv-
ing horses, single or in span, and Creole. her
| own particular mount
And what magnificent rides one can take
along the Hudson on a summer day! 1t is
almost the only part of our immense coun-
| try where there are homes. When these
Englishmen, who can so easily rouse our Ire
by their caustic criticism, came over here
and said Of us sneeringly, 1.-THE Americans
are only a lot of middle class shopkeapers,
| living III tenement or boarding houses, who
do not even know enough to have a home,n
they were not altogether astray
FLORENCE MCLANBURGH.
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