The morning call., 1890-06-21
NEW YORK NOTES.

Observation-Disclosures Temple.
There lives in city not a hundred miles
from the metropolis an Ohio girl who has
studied sculpture in Paris, Rome and Peru
gia In Paris she was Robins favOrite
pupil, and in Perusia she was so highly es-
teemed as to be made, in spite of her sex,
member of the academy. Since her re-
turn to America she has done fine bronze
for prominent New York club, and exc
cuted medallions of his children's heads for
Stephen b. E kins, together with portrait
busts for number Of people known in so.
ciety. AS the story goes which is flying
about the studies she was at work the other
day on model for fountain in the public
square of an Eastern city, wearing her
usual work-day dress of white Siclllenne
with Vandyke collar and floating
ribbons, when in walked one OF
the Standard Oil potentates, one of
the poorer ones, worth only the
trlfiing sum of S40.000,000. This gentleman
was minded to give the woman sculptor
commission, and while he was looking
about and considering subjects he asked,
from the Standard Oil point of view, if she
1ound sculpture profitable. She answered
frankly enough that her experience was
That OF many artists, she had not been long
at home and so far the cash returns would
p0tentate felt his responsibilities-arL must
be encouraged; he had not yet decided
what order he should leave with her, but
meanwhile, If any trifiing accommodation
would be acceptable, he would be glad to
sign check, say for 500 The sculptor's
rich relatives are laughing at the joke of
her being considered an object of charity,
and yet the fact remains that the tactless
and laundering rich man meant to be, in his
own way, generous art patron.
A WOMAN sANITARIsT.
When that exceedingly clever little book,
wv Women, Plumbers and Doctors came
out few years ago not many of those who
read it knew anything about the personal
history OF the author. II was written Oy
Sweet-faced woman, with smooth bands OF
white hair. whose name is Mrs ii. NJ.
Plunkett, and who Can talk overwhelmingly to
you by the hour of Hawthorne and Mar
garet Fuller, and the early days OF Julia
Ward Howe and James Freeman Clarke
and the New England transcendentallsts
Mrs. Plunketts interest IN practical Scien-
tIfic questions stood her IN good stead, for
her sou, who was about to enter a medical
college, lost his eyesight in dangerous ILL
ness, and yet, seeing through her eyes, took
1t sounds incredible, but 1t is true-his
course successfully. She sat by his side in
the lecture-Tooms, studying the diagrams
Tor him and constantly devlSIng means for
making them clear to his meptal vision.
each page four times. She was his sight,
his hands; she coached" him as never a
student was coached before, and when he
graduated he obtained Il position requiring
special knowledge of diseases of the heart
and lungs, his mother still giving him to the
fullest extent her services. This past win
ter this son, the object of so much devotion.
died, and the mother, who so long has lived
wholly III and Tor another, wonders at the
length and emptiness Of the days. With
the results OF her severer studies added to
the practical wisdom she had before, the
chances are that women, Plumbers and
Doctors " will be followed by other works
on questions OF sanitation.
CHARLOTTE TEMPLE.
"HLve you noticed" said woman yes
terday, that Charlotte Temples grave is
nearly always decked with 1owersP l
was walking down Broadway on Memorial
day aud, looking into Trinity church-yard,
l saw there were three ported plants on it
and great mass of cut branches of the
white syringa. | do not believe that for
single year it has been forgotten. The
flowers chosen are usually fragrant; roses.
lilies OF the valley, or, as this year, syringa
blossoms. The way that mound is tended,
when tombs Of famous people are forgotten,
is a fresh Illustration Of the old saying, ali
the world loves lover. What makes book
immortal? Mrs. R0wton's Charlotte Tenn
pie came out at the beginning Of the GEN.
'utJ', oaS i" oOi,o eo-u"y oh every HUNS
stand. You can buy it for 1e cents and read
it in an hour, but it will yet see manga bet
ter book dust-buried. For my part" went
on the lady, II believe the lie of any human
being would be of thrilling interest if writ
ten honestly, not blinking the mean thoughts
that 70 sometimes before the best actions,
the mixed motives, the petty temptations.
This is why we read Charlotte Temple,
because 1t Is the true record of a woman
THE WEDNESDAY MORNING CLUB.
Everybody knows that Miss Alma L.
Dawes, the daughter of Senator Dawes, is
the presiding officer and leading spirit of
one of the most intellectual of the many
woman's clubs that now so thickly dot the
country, and that are already deep in the
study of Rudyard KiDling while the rest of
us unenlghtened mortals are wondering if
he is the name of an entree or a new sum-
mer beverage. Miss Dawes society is the
Wednesday Morning Club of Pittsfield,
Mass, and the belonging to it or not be-
longing is a test of social status in that de-
lightful old town in the Berkshires. Now
some little time ago it happened that the
Wednesday Morning Club asked its MEM
beers to prepare slips on which should be
written the names of their five favorite
novels. What book headed the list, think
your Did these learned ladies vote for
anything of TolStofs or Ibsen's, for Rob
ert Eismere," or anything metaphysical or
upsetting social theories? Indeed, no;
they did not even choose VANITY Fair" or
any of Thackeray's character delineatIons,
but settled, like sweet women, not literary,
on one of the must charming love stories in
the language, Blackmore's Lorna Doone.'"
Neto York. June, 1890, Copyright. E. P. H.