Morning journal and courier., 1891-04-25
THE FLEETING SHOW.
Some of Its Facts and Fancies. Written for the JoupNAr .vn Co,,,Yvp

ANNE LYNCH BoTTA.
 ''To those who know thee not, no words can
 paint!
 And those who know thee, know all words are
 faint"
 Anne Lynch, wife of Professor Vincenzo Botta of the University of the City of New York, was one of those sweet-natured, sympathetic, enthusiastic women, who seem to possess in themselves the unfail- ing springs of youth. To her friends her death seems the "untimely taking-of' of one still in her prime, and before whom yet lay years of happy activity and inter est. Yet just fifty years ago Miss Anne Lynch published '.The Rhode Island Book" a collection of prose and verse by writers of that state, which contained many fine poems of her own. In 1S4S volume of her poems was issued and re- ceived enthusiastic commendation; the re- views and 'tannuals'' of that day were gladly accepting her essays, critical or imagina- tive, and her honorable position among American writers was already secured. For more than forty years she lived in New York; where she was first to institute liter ary receptions at her home. To these came poets, artists, critics, scholars, tray elers, statesmen; men and women of cul- ture and worth, their admission depending upon personal quality and not upon acci- dents of fortune, and in that hospitable home, in the genial, gentle presence of its presiding genius every guest showed his best and brightest side, was happy and at ease.
 A rare combination of inherited qual- ities joined in the making-up of this earnest, joyous, yet serene and self-poised nature. Her father was gallant young Irish gentleman, who at sixteen years of age took an active part in the rebellion of '98. On account of his youth and heroic character he was offered his liberty and commission in the British army if he would take the oath of allegiance to the government, but refusing this, he was held as prisoner of state for four years and then banished for life With Thomas Emmet, the elder brother of Robert, and other exiled members of that patriotic company, the ''United Irishmen," he came to America, and at Bennington, Vt., married the daughter of Colonel Gray, who had served in the Revolutionary army, girl as well en- dowed with energy, good judgment and that peculiar gift defined in New England as faculty" as was he with ardor, ambi- tion and imagination. MT. Lynch died in Cuba, where he had gone for his health, while his daughter was yet child, but the mother lived to a good old age in the de- lghtful home of Mrs. Botta, of whom it is pleasantly said that she possessed the art of making every one about her happy and her mother happiest of all.
 Anne was educated at the best schools the country afforded, and was known as a girl who loved study, wrote verses and compositions of unusual promise, and I al of0 f,11 CI1 still a very young woman when she made New York her home, a city then in its lit erary childhood, but she was we'll known as a poet, story-writer and essayist. In 1855 she married Professor Botta, the Ital- ian scholar, who had occupied the chair of philosophy at the University of Turin, and this marriage is said to have been one of ideal happiness and congeniality. "Thatperso is great who can call togeth- | CT the most select company when it | pleases him." said Laudor, and certainly ways, without aiming to be great" There are probably no Americans of note, no distinguished foreign visitors to this coun- try, who have failed to enjoy the hospital | ity of a home beauti6ed by it's, owners ar. tistic tastes, and made delightful social rallying- point by her cordial and unaf- fected kindness. At this house Henry Clay was a frequent visitor; Poe recited "The Raven" to an admir- ing company there some weeks before it appeared in the New York Mirror; Mrs. Child, Mrs. Osgood, Willis, George Rip ley, Cranch, the poet and painter, Mar garet Fuller, the Carey sisters, Mrs. Howe, Emerson, the Stoddards, Helen Hunt, Matthew Arnold these are but @ few representative names of 8 wonderfully in teresting list of guests. all learned o1 gifted, and all united in respect for their hostess. She knew how to blend, without apparent effort, the most dissimilar ele ments and interests, and in her presence people forgot their injuries or enmities She saw, as she once said in the words oi Emerson, 'that nature has laid for each the foundations of divine building, if tht soul will build thereon," and to help for ward this upbuilding of character, tt bring out the noblest traits of every on, she knew, was ever the underlying mo tive of her gracious and bounteous friend Illness.
 THOUGHTS IN A LIBRARY.
 Speak low-tread softly through these halls;
 Here Genius lives enShrined;
 Here reign, in silent majesty,
 The monarchs of the mind.
 mighty spirit-host they come
 From every age and clme
 Above the buried wrecks of years,
 They breast the tide of Time.
 And in their presence-chamber here They hold their regal state,
 And round them throng 8 noble train,
 The gifted and the great
 Oh, child of Earth! when round thy path
 The storms of life arise,
 And when thy brothers pass thee by
 With stern, unloving eyes
 Here shall the poets chant for thee
 Their sweetest loftiest lays 1 And prophets wait to guide thy steps In wisdoms pleasant ways. Come, with these God -anointed Kings
 Be thou companion here;
 8 And in the mighty realm of mind
 Thou shalt go forth peer!
 ANNE LYNCH BoTTA. Early poem. A HER BeNNETs. q For every woman to be her own millint q comes very near being possibility thei l April days. One has but to buy a lit - fillet of flowers, add to them twist of til = sel, crepe or tulle, then pair of string Il and behold! bonnet-so- called. Needl 6 and thread are not essential in construc f. ing these, in fact, too many stitches detra - from their airy style, and the pretty lit 5 pins not only hold trimmings firmly j. place, but add their own jeweled heads ar # gleaming points to the general decorati'
 effect.
 Many bonnets are tiny, flat and inco 0 spicuous, but very dainty and delicate y all their appointments, but the hats, ge T. erally speaking, seem to typify aspiratio restlessness-a reaching out toward ct 7r far-off, unattained and dim." Ribbo shoot forward at astonishing angles, flo le CTS dip and sway in the breezes, lace poin ,, poise themselves like sentient wing N creatures, delusive jewels catch the su 'n shine, and metallic laces glitter, yet all a to light and unsubstantial in effect neith f. their pertness nor their loftiness being , an aggressive nature.
 Little fower-hats, perched high up ae elaborately constructed cultures, are a. vorites for the opera house or for calli it. wear. They are easily made by covert ,a the lace frame with violets, lilies of 7u valley, or wild roses. The shape of t e. frame is essential. It must fit the he n- and suit the face; there can be no artis co success about the bonnet unless it's for u dation be laid with care.
 'y A new and pleasant occupation fol ca woman of taste, who can deal with bt
 net material and bring out
 them shapes of beauty without ,;s hint of dowdyishness-the 'home- ma - homely made" result of mu we amateur work, is that of the house. he house milliner. She takes in hand 1 &C., materials ono would not dare carry to 1