The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1890-02-28
A Very Pleasant Party,

Mr.. and Mrs. Milton Pyle, of West
Grove. a handsome party on Friday
evening. Mrs. Pyle is the daughter
of DR.. Heston and niece of Mrs.
Haines, and the bride of few
months. There were q number of
friends from Oxford and West Grove
present, and quite large company
of Rising Sun and vicinity. After
presentation ceremonies the company
enjoyed themselves in social CONVEX
sation, followed by refreshment, and
when the tempting viands had been
discussed and enjoyed till the last
bon uivant feared TO risk further in.
diligence, the hosts invited the CON-
pany to enjoy with them their last
summers trip to Europe. A large
screen was set up on the parlor wall
and stereopticon placed in position
to throw the life size (apparently)
pictures on the canvas.
The harbor of New York, the
noble steam ship, the voyage across
the Atlantic, and safe arrival on the
British Isles, the varying scenes fol.
lowing in quick succession. The
cottages of the Irish peasants as
natural as life, with their skimp and
poor lives manifest on every object.
The wrecked cabin as left by the
cruel eVictiDg officers, with women
and children out of doors lowering
about few bits of household goods,
houseless, homeless and famine
stricken.
And from the scenes of Ireland's
misery the land of Burns stepped
out, as it were, onto the canvas, and
the little cot in which the poet was
born came in view with the stone s,
whin bushes and green sward, all as
Burns saw aud sang them. And
there old Kirk llowsy seemed in
a bleez," as Tam O'Shanter saw it
on that memorable night, when leav-
ing "Souter Johnny, his ancient
trusted, drouthy crony,'
"weel m ounted on his gray mare Meg.
better never lifted Leg
Burns assures us.
Tam skelpet on through Tub and mire,
Despising wind and rain and fire."
when after passing the numerous
haunted places on the road, the old
Kirk comes in view "glimmering
through the groaning trees" and
"Throuh ilka bore the beams were glancing
And loud resounded mirth and dancing"
The 'winnock.bunker i the east"
is seen. as the poet describes it,
Where set ould Nick in shape of beast.
towzie tyke. black grim and large
And next the old bridge which
spans the river Doom, and to gain
which the famous race was made with
the troup of witches at Meg's heels,
whose dance O'Shanter had broken
up oy his rash applause of "Weel
done Guilty !"
Abbotsford, the home of Sir WAL
ter Scott, fell into the line.
From the squalor of Ireland and
Scotland after glance through their
rich cities, the heart of London is
reached. Rich, overgrown. wealthy
London with its monuments, castles,
gorgeous churches, Parliament house,
Bank of England, and whole pro-
cession of wondrous objects of wealth
and luxury. Away across the Chan,
mel to beautiful Paris, with its proud
arches under which Napoleon march.
ed in triumph. the Vendome, the
grand architecture, and gorgeous
beauty. A moment later and the
Pantheon of ancient Rome in its
ruined grandeur appears, and St.
Peters the pride of the Catholic
world, with troup of minor objects,
on which a parting glance is bestow.
ed and we glide over the continent,
when Venice rising from the sea
looms up before us; and with Byron
we
stood in Venice on the bri dge Of signs
palace and prison on each hand
The angel of Night and the angel
of Morning hovers over the scene,
and "Good Night" is flashed on the
canvas Then good night to host
and hostess, and the pleasant COM
pany dispense like dissolving views,
having spent a most ENJOYABLE
evening.