St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-08-19
THE CRYSTAL l.
Miss Annie w. long Describes a
Day With English Children.

Miss Annie W. Long, who has been
for a number of years a teacher in the
Minneapolis schools. is in Europe, and
gives the following description of a
visit to the Crystal Palace. which will
doubtless interest her many young
friends.
"a perfect summer day. Soft. balmy
air, redOlent with the perfumes OF
flowers. At 9 q. m. we left on the
steam cars from Holborn viaduct for
the temperance fete at Crystal Palace.
Along we speed, among the tall white
chimney pots, until we reach Waveriy
Park, and then Lordship's Lane, with
its terraced gardens, lovely hawthorn
hedges, shaded walks. and gay par
terres of flowers, everything to charm
the senses and delight the eye.
Our travel is beguiled by pas
sengers getting on. The quaint little
lady sitting by me takes out
her tatting to while away the time and
tells me that she is a "Spurgeonite,"
No. $3.50 in membership of the eminent
divine's church; she speaks with great
enthusiasm of him. and his great mis-
sion works in London; how his people
love him. What a grand prayer the
American from Baltimore made at
Surgeons church on Sunday moru-
ing, chatting about her pupils that she
is teaching dancing, French, music, en-
broidery, the guard opens our door and
we are at the palace. AS we enter the
central transept, a scene of beauty is
presented. Fountains are playing,
throwing the sparkling, shimmering,
silvery showers on marble nymphs,
Cupids, and water sprites, hundreds of
flower baskets suspended from the
ceiling, filled with green, feathery trail
ing vines are gently swaying to and
fro. The sound of music draws US on
until we are in front of the great
Handel organ. The chorus is just as
sembli ng in its place ready for the
concert, such a hum of voices In the
audience. Interest is all concen-
trated on the young people who
are to sing; they actually swarm on the
great stage. The gaily colored dresses
of the sopranos and altos are framed on
either side by the sober-hued garments
of those singing tenor and bass. Five
thousand voices and the great organ,
Mr.. Birch, the conductor, raises his
baton and melody bursts forth. 1t can
not be described. The organist, Mr..
Jekyll (the majesty's Organist and COM
poser plays with marvellous skill and
sweetness. The organ is blown with a
gas engine. Two men are required to
pull out the stops, and one turns the
music leaves. AS the first hymn Is
ended, you almost catch your breath
you have listened with such eagernesS
and intensity of pleasure. The pro-
gramme continues an hour from sacred,
music, to temperance glees. and then
listen to the old familiar dirty, "Hy
MAIL D,lIln &ho naru Ttrrnnnd nr,n.
the Moon," every II is laughing. Such
leading and the chorus singers are
playing with handkerchiefs, twirl-
ing them, rolling them, tapping
them-5,OOO at once. Then hand
gymnastics with the red, blue, green and
yellow programmes. 1t is over now,
and we wander at our own sweet will
through the palace. In the splendid
collection OF pictures in the southwest
ern gallery, the grand gold medal pict-
ure by Emil Rau, THE World or the
CIoister," claims our admiration. Here
we are in the Greek court, gazing atthe
chromatic decoration and decorative
ceilings in the Attrium. In the AL
hambra court we see art in its great
splendOr under Arabian rule. The
Pomp eiian house, like those disinterred
from the buried city IN a. ID. ~. On
we stroll. amid the cleaning marble
statues, the cool drip of the fountains
sound of hurrying feet. We sat down
to enjoy some luscious scarlet straw
berries that we had in a dainty basket,
all hidden away among the cool green
leaves, while we rested and toasted.
Satan faced US Oh one side, a colossal
marble statue with Satan Contemplate
ing RUM" and Samson on the other
side of the aisle. We felt oppressed.
Out in the bright, dancing sunshine we
went. The Greenwich boys are run
ming races and winning prizes on the
bicycle track. The military band is
playing II the Rosery. How happy all
the chilnren seem out here, and when
we are tired we sit on the terrace and
see the grand display of the great foun-
tains, throwing from the 1900 jets