Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1888-07-29
london IN SUMNER.
xAnk and Fashion In the summon DAYS
Warn wsathsr-TAs Absence Of Mrs.
Lsagtrv-Aa Interesting Enx'
Itch Psn-picturs.


Me Emperor Frederick. The Queens
lpdict. though smacking OF absolutisTn.
has, il seems. been generally obeyed.
Most men and some women are inclined
20 respect such grief for the loss Of
pon-in,lsw. Then the late Emperor was
much liked aud honestly respected by
English people OF eli classes. A liberal
minded prince without lax OF visionary
Sdeas, soldier without Jingoism, he
vas every inch man. to whom the title
of king or emperor could not add another
inch. Why should they not mourn for
that vanished life OF magnificent posi-
Utilities, and for the silont tragedy, the
unspeakable pathos OF its ending? TX
scept tina. il shed abroad at the last sn
inspiring hight OF Christian heroism and
spafience il would be all loss, there
would DO no legacy OF consolation left
The mourning Of English royalty is
doubtless politically sincere, but (the
Queen exceptcd) scarcely profound IN o
human and homely way. The fact that
while the eud was imminent the Prince
and Princess of Wales went rs usual IN
state to Ascot and were called away
from that scene OF gsyety and gambling
fby the news OF the last mortal change IS
significant. Catholic princes would have
been at that solemn time on their knees,
IN chapel or orstory, praying for the re-
ietoration or eternal salvation OF their
kgreat hnsmaD.
IL seems TO me that no one who saw
Jnser Fritz rs we saw him last, riding
with his royal brothers-in-lAw in the
GREAT Jubilee procession, csn begradge
his august shade q little Grape, some
heartfelt regret-a few tears even. In
that incompatible body-guard OF the
fSroua Queen he was the noblest, the
erandest figure; too dignifod and self
poised, perhaps, 10 be pathetic, even TO
such as knew the man was doomed-thGt
Abe skeleton hand was already clutchlng
his throat
have been touched by hearing how
piously the fashionable London ladies
laid aside their robes of many colors for
sombre-black velvet and silk F; how they
have gone about mourniully trailing
clouds OF black lace and carrying weight
OF jingling Jet. But Providence grants
them consolation in their woe-stars
their night OF loyal sorrow. Never, we
read, wsro diamonds seen TO such adj
vantage and in snch profusion in Ooyent
Garden Opera House as during the late
time OF heavy mourning. The manned
, London season is dragging its slow length
nlong under this malspropos dispensa-
ton. and presently, If not sooner, that
town Of towns will DO quite deserted 10y
frank and fashion. But will everything
lend? Will London be empty? Not to
any alarming extent. Mould will not
.encrust The stones OF Hanover Square nor
rust settle on the altar.rails of st.
Georges. "Green pastures will not
>rome 10 Piccadilly. There is life enough
left IN London in August to stock the
lworld-heroic, sinful, happy, wretehed,
itoiling, struggling, roaring, revealing
human life Americans on their first
visit, unfortunately belated, need not
sluite despair OF amusement Certain
theatres and the music-halls are always
bpon. Admittance il easily obtained to
The Tower. the ROYAL News, aud New
gate Prison. Then there ia Madame
loussaud," with an ever-fresh supply,
foreign and domestic, Of new and
phastly figures in the Chamber Of Hor-
1ors. If scientifically inclined there Is
the great British Museum, where you
can walk yourself lame and stare yonr-
telf blind inspecting unosities-stuiied
birds and boasts. and picked reptiles by
the thousand. mammoth skeletons and
mummies galore, Assyrian monuments
and stolen Elgin marbles. Then there
SIS the glorious Kensington Museum aud
the National Gallery worlds of art and
beauty for you to explore, oh my fortu-
nate belated countrymen and women!
HYDE PARK.
HYDE Park Will still welcome you
with wealth of greenery and cool shade,
and il You have no knowing friend along
10 post you, you will not miss the gor-
ceous ducal turnoutS aud the blue
blooded afistocrats from the Drive or
Tow-the ontiqusted high-hung barou-
ches, usually yellow, conveying, with
much pompand circumstance ofpostilions
and powdered footmen, antiqusted dow
ayers, also usually yellow; and the titled
equestrians, bobbing up and down In
the Row, the fair, plump Amazons packed
into what look like black bolster-cases,
very short and very tight. But you will
zee other fair equestrienncs, as rich
though not as rare, bobbing just as I'M
comfortably in just as tight and short
bolster-cases, with just "a generous dis.
play of booted feet, on just as bob-tailed
fhoroughbreds, and with just as rotund
and rubicund papas, just as rigid and
solemn grooms.
What our friends will miss in the Park
will be the meets of the coaching clubs
by the Serpentine and the morning pa
rades OF the professional beauties in the
walk beside the Row. Some eight or
nine summers ago people used to flock
10 see the beautiful Mrs. Langtry stroll
ling up aud down that promenade, look
ing very sweet and modest, apparently
unconscious that she was running the
gauntlet OF curious and critical though
mostly admiring observation. During
a certain hour daily she was thus
out for inspection. More gracious
than royalty. she seldom disappoint-
ed the people. Many whom |
knew went frequently to see her, and
seemed to find no improperly in this
generous public display OF the lady s
glowing, fower-like loneliness; an ex-
hibition which, however, must have be-
rome very monotonous work, not at all
good fun. TO the benevolent beauty her
self before the season was over. Those
good English people saw nothing TO
object 10 in the freely manifested adj
miration of certain royal parsonage for
the sweet Jersey Lily, for had not the
fair and virtuous Princess been seen to
bow to her quite graciously But when,
few years later thu actress came home
after her American triumphs and was
seen riding in the Row with Albert
Edward on her right and young Albert
Victor on her left, the same coed loyal
people shook their heads in sorrowful
disapproyal. Yet il wasthe same Lily,
little more expanded, it's delicate petals
little scorched by the footlights. Mrs.
Lsnstry is no longer the rage in Vanity
Fair, but TO nv mind she took step
upward from Rotten Row TO the stage.
from idle TO laborious display. She is
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