The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-11-03


reyel In the bright green fields of lands
far away. see the soft sunlight, breathe
the sweet air, catch the perfume of the
apple blossoms, | inhale the fragrance of
the flowers; turn my eyes and am trans
ported as it were into another world 1t is
night upon the desert, the far hills are sink
ing out of sight, yet in that silent wilder
ness there is life, fierce, wild, unlamable,
majestic; the canYass seems to tremble with
the genius of Gerome. Out on the desert
IN silent majesty reposes a tiger glorious in
his strength, beautiful in his Tepose, and
yet more terrible than an army with ban
ners. His mate disports herself in the cool
sand, and the pair are the supreme mon
archs of that silent wild.
Almost beside Gerome's wonderful pic
ture is superb CANVASS by Van Marcke.
Under the cool shade in the forest some
COWS have come to the stream TO drink.
One needs no skillful guide to point him
out the beauties of this admirable work.
They appeal alike to the humblest and the
greatest. II is nature, simple nature; but
o, how beatifull how inyitingl Schreyer is
present in magnificent work which
vibrates with all of his old time yigor. 1t
glows with color and with life The fierce
Bedouin and his horse are fit companions.
The heart almost insenslble to human pity
and human suffering, watches each step of
his horse as tenderly as lover does the
footsteps of his souls elect.
II is impossible in these brief letters to
do the slightest justice to this magnificent
collection. 1t Is full of little gems that
meet you at every turn. In two little pic
lures there are kttens by Sui. Adam, and
what kittens they are, nothing like them
haye ever been seen here before, and we
had seen soma good cats and kittens, but
nothing like these. Palmeroli has lovely
scene from the Forest of Fontainbeau, and
Kleezynski, Russian, has sleighing
scene that would stir the blood of men OIL
woman when the thermometer marks zero.
The high mettled team is dasbing along,
guided by strong hand, the driver is not
thinking of his horses but of the bonnie
sonsie lady by his side; the face Of the man
is splendid bit of portraiture, and is one
of the gems of the collection. The peculiar.
ity of Mr.. Schaus' beautiful gallery is it:
absolute purity. If Bougerone is represent
ed it is not by one OF these suggestive in
decencies, intended for the lecherous per
Illus of bachelors private establishment
Bougeron can paint heayen born pictures
and does and If you want to see his best
work go to Schaus', and not to the Hoff
man. l regret that have not more space
to devote to the fine arts this week, as simp
ly from an educational standpoint, l con.
slider 1t one of the most worthy to which
can direct the attention of my readers wler
they visit New York.
1t is about fifteen or sixteen years since
New York ran crazy oyer the debut of a
young Russian Soprano whose phenomenal
voice promised to elapse that of the worlds
sweet nightingale, Patti. Far from beauti
full, not even pretty, there was about the
new devutante that indescribable some
thing, that captivates women and turn:
the heads of men. Her singing was won.
der, her acting a revelation, but with hel
matchless art was linked the curse of i'm
perious waywardness and unreliability
which, Notwithstanding her wonderful tai
ent made her more feared than courted
managers who would have paved her path
way with gold, shrank affrighted at the ur
goyernable temper which brooked no guild
! on MI nj -
seasons she finally departed for Europe, ant
the operatic world on this side lost sight O
her. Nillson, Gerster and many other
succeeded her, but the magic tones of tn,
wayward Russian were not forgotten ever
in their triumphs, by the charmed and ex
elusive circle that makes up Mr.. McAllis
ter's Court Roster of the Elite Four Hun
dred. The other day passing through
Washington Square, that peculiar baliwicl
where Lias, Aspasia and Prynne, almos
touch elbows with some of the creamies
of our creme de la creme, my attention wa
directed to very unpretentious house, ant
here, an utter wreck, was all that remained
of the once waYward Diva. Who woult
recognize in this stricken woman who's,
wonderful voice is now hushed for
ever, the gifted child of geniu
and song, for whom mad crowds
cried-Viva Viva! "Diva ImperiaP'--
the matehless syren that monarchs loaded
with choice jewels, and who for years re
yelled in all the choicest luxurles of til,
earth. Here in this humble home, he
mind almost in ruins, she sits and ponderi
and dreams upon the past; hard peaury
comes knocking at the door, gaunt wan
peers horribly in through the dingy case
ment. Does she realize her present
wretched surrounding? perhaps not, per
haps In mercy the present is sealed to her
and she dreams on from day to day in the
gilded glories of the past. A movement /.
now being made by some prominent
musicians here 10 send her back to Europe
that she may die among her friends. And
so one by one these idols of the past vanish
and pass away. Only little while ago
! went to hear Gerster, one of the brightest
queens of song, and lovely as she was gifted
and good as she was beautiful. o, how
: New York idolized and petted her. She
: was especially woman's favorlte, and ne
: woman felt jealous of her husbands
admiration of her, for she in her private
life was sans reprOche. But the glorious
] organ that won her distinction and fortun,
3 is gone. II was pitiable to see this beauti
full woman trying still to occupy the plac,
she once held in the affection and admira
: tion of the public, but her power WAS gon,
, and they tossed her aside as heartlessly a
they would broken bauble to cry-Iol t,
, the Rising Sun.
But while speaking of prlma donnas
Lydia Thompson is back with us agaiI
5 after an absence of many years. 1t mus