The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-08-02

was very curious-carved squirrels seem
70 follow ones every movement with
beady eyes: Voltaire was very initiative
gocko grlns 81 you from every corner:
holtaire was greedy-slgary fruits spill
their nectar on the walls He forsook mis-
friends IN adyerslty-here is a cloud of
migratory birds ION tiptoe for q iiight:r
ne was an incessanf talker, and here are
parrots with haif-opened beaks, so hfe-
Ike one seems 10 hear their strident
criesi he was master of disslmulation-
and here is Reynard with his insinuating
smile! Something Of humorist, this old
frltZ, and capable of making 8 hint clear.
II not gentle. The orangerie palace hardly
lustlties its name; the orange trees are all
OUTSIDE, but there are many good copies of
great pictures, there is an amber table
which seems wonder of the world, there
are malachite and lapislazuli pillars, gifts
OF the Russian emperor Nicholas. and
.here IS suite of rooms occupied in 1854
by Macmillan Of Bavaria. We cannot
enter the new palace; the kaiser and the
Kalserln are there; but we can and do drive
past II. ana there are pointed out TO us
certain deep shrouded windows. Here
passed the noble soul of the Emperor Fred
erick, the young Fritz, "0ur Fritz, . as be
was proudly. called by his loving people.
after TINS the cloIster-like arches and
git gardens OF the Church Of Peace are in
harmony with our thoughts; below the
altar lie Frederick William ". and Queen
Eiizaoeth. We pass the city palace and
the historic linden tree, near which peti-
TONERS placed themselves, sure TO be spied
out and sent for by old Fritz There is no
space TO speak of the Paradise garden. the
marble palace, the great fountain, which
rises, geyser-hke, from the terrace OF Sans
SoucI; the crowd of statues and monu-
ments, the Russian colony. the Church of
St. Nicholas-never was day so well spent
and so full of interest
There are many fine pictures and statues
IN Berlin, IN the old museum, the Ma
tlonaI gallery and in the palaces. but the
Mecca and Medina of all art lovers is the
International Artists Exhibition. Eng
land, Italy, Spain, Holland, Austria.
Hungary-it IS hard TO choose between
such marvels of beauty, and there are
views of Norway which make one cry:
Hoi Tor the fiords and the North Capei"
The American exhibit is but poor thing
among ali these giories; one is inclined 10
wonder If its room be not better than its
company.
The concert season is usually over be-
fore June, but by great good fortune we
have had two fine concerts AT the Phil
harmonic, the brilliant playing of the
young pianist, Eugen d'Albert. and the
superb singing of the Berliner Liedertafel.
Lliil Lehman has sung with dramatic
IRE the great role of Cassandra, in Hector
Berlioz's opera, THE Trojans" But the
musical life of the people is TO be found in
the open air, and particularly at kroll's
Garden. Before entering the theater we
are in an enchanted land. Avenues of
trees extend as far as eye can reach;
arches OF light span them at regular inter
walls. At the intersections of the avenues
rise giltterlng pavillons, like giant rhine
stones; in circular beds fiery tulips glow;
up this trellis climb grapevines hung with
lambert clusters; there, in a fountain,
bathed by falling sprav is great
colored lights. AT the end of this
avenue a tall mirror doubles the
charming scene. And in the blue evening
weather the Berliners walk and eat and
drink and listen 10 the military band,
whose scarlet uniforms flash from half
concealing bank of green, and then go into
the theater and fall under the spell of the
divine Marcella Sembrich. She is said by
many to be equal TO Patti at her best. Ger
tainly her voice combines purity, even
ness, heIibility and sympathy to a won
derful degree, and her acting leaves
nothing to be desired. Already we have
heard her as Lakme and Rosina in the
of Seville" and we share the prevailing
enthusiasm. Young Anton Erb, the favor
lite tenor, is q worthy lover for this be-
witchlng prlna donna, and we can wish
you all at home no greater pleasure than
to hear these gifted song birds. Alas
they seem to have no desire 10 conquer
new worlds, and when we see the stage
filled with flowers, the theater filed to the
doors and the audience filed with enthusi-
asm, and waving hats and canes, and
shouting 'Sembrichl Sembrichl'' until
the prima donna has come again and
again before the curtain, we cannot won
der that they feel that there is no place
like Berlin. DRUMCARRo