The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-03-29
A TEXAS CIR IN NEW YORK.
Some of the Sights Which Amuse and
Interest Her.

Some of the Sights Which Amuse and
Interest Her.
(CopWight)
New YORK, March 2S.-At home was
won't to consider myself. and am sure was
regarded by others, as person of refine
ment but here Pm afraid 1 am looked upon
as sort of superior savage, an amiable and
amusing barbarian.
They move about so quietly; they never
| appear to draw deep breath, or have a
sudden or violent emotion. | seem to want
room, to be always humping my elbows
both my real elbows and my verbal ones.
am losing confidence in my most familiar
and trusted forms and expressions. l catch
myself searching warily in my mind for
suitably diluted terms, and cautiously quail
flying my voluntary statements.
If it's hkethis in Gotham, what would it
be in the modern Athens9 | think they
would muzzle me. hobble me, shoe me with
list, and the cushions on my elbows then
connect me with fire and burglar alarm
and hope for the best.
l feel it in my bones that 1 shall grow
desperate some day, and hit mebody's
crazy, bone. or step hard on someone's corn;
and we'll see if Pm the only one with nerves
to feet, or voice to express my joys and
sorrows with This being held a sort of
wild thing will do its deadly work. and l
shall break out and give them taste Of my
quality.
The primitive idea of man the warrior
and woman the love and comforter seems
quite obsolete when you look at a very large
class here. There are such armies and
armies Of clerks, small statesmen, assistant
bookkeepers, and such; men with small
salaries, pale cheeks, narrow chests and neat
white hands; and moving among and beside
them the other armies of women; business
women, working women, literary and pro-
fessional women; stout-hearted, self-reliant,
capable; earning living for themselves,
and often for husbands and families, too.
IL is a sort of knocking about of accepted
traditions, the romantic order of things in
verted.
have been going about among the shops.
From the dry goods stores, these great ba-
Ears of sllken and luxurious attire, alluring
ornament, dainty perfume, and all those
terrible and irresistible engines for the bat
terry of beauty, gauds, ornaments and raw
'shments to delight the heart of a Josephine
or a Rose du Barry, to unman Semiramis,
and win glance from Boadicia herself
from all these l got away comparatively
safe and whole.
But when l came to the japanese store l
was captivated, ensaved, enchantedl l do
so love Japanese fxings! The lightness and
delicacy, the sharp, angular, refreshing
grace of their construction, the lmpudent
drollery Of their conceits, the outrageous.
yet good-humored sarcasm Of their grot-
esques; and the supernatural horribleness
of their two-by-nine monsters. all tickle
and delight me immensely.
fell under the fascination of a collection
of birds, snakes. bugs, animals and COLLINS,
in plaster, fur, feathers and scales averag-
ing about the size of small ink bottle, and
weighing an ounce or SO apiece. From this
gay and festive company. this gang of wild,
scampish, demoralized cynics. this Hecate's
rout of leering, jibing zoology, ethnology,
and fancy -run-mad, only escaped away
when l had beggared myself and both my
companions.
| bought crocodile with leer) that
gives me the most delightful jumps; a
skeleton sea-serpent that would be a more
effective means of reform than a whole
lnebriate asylum; an ape, porcupine,
hippopotamus with sneer), dog of some
revised and improved breed, a parrot of
most villainous and depraved countenance,
a staggering insolent and dissipated owl, a
fat and contemplative toad a ig who knows
the History of the Beginning of Things,
has discovered the Whence and the Whittier.
and solved the problem Of the Wherefore
(all for 90 cents, tool besides several others
that don't think would translate into En-
glish at all.
inch dragon, SO utterly frightful and APP
palling that all the ugliness Of the others
sink into mere insignificance in c)mparison
His scales, that stand up along his serpen-
tine back in horrent rows, are little shells;
his head is plaster; those eyes which he doth
glare with are china; and he Tolls out
little red muslin tongue from between
hooked and grabful fangs, and surrounded
by a grin, the unspeakable malice and soul
less venom of which Though l well know it
to be purely PIckwickian) makes my flesh
to crawl, my heart to slow up, my temper
AZURE to go down and my hair up, every
time encounter it. o. he is bewitchingly
horriblel Never, sure, did plaster and red
flannel wear such looks Of cool devilry.
He cost s. cents, aud by virtue of his
higher price, as well as his superior gifts, is
regarded by me-and by all OF them, too
as the choice and master spirit Of the as
senbly.
I never lack for sensations now. / sit
facinated before this gathering of en-
bodied sins and follies. crimes, mistakes and
failures, gay effronteries sluggish indiffer-
ences and sullen despatrs. | believe that
under their uncanny influence could write
a wild, uncanny tale; one that would curl
your hair, and leave it permanently kinky.
I've been going to theaters, too. | have
seen Bernhardt in Camille" at the Garden
theater.
What curious commentary on social in
stitutions and conventions it is, il you will
but think of it a minute; the great Sarah,
portraying with all the resources of her art,
all the charm of her genius, the loneliness,
the winning grace, sweetness and devotion
Of a woman belonging to that class which
all good, well-regulsted women condemn.
Her young, ardent and sincere lover (who
is a handsome fellow with an attractive,
ingenious face, well suited to the part
loves, adores her: be flies TO her en-
raptured, at her final permission to come;
his voice caressas her, his eyes worship.
he pleads, entreats. with all the eloquence
of passionate love; and with her hands
clasped in his. his glowing, ardent young
face bent eagerly almost against hers. And
at this scene-amid such surroundings and
between such lovers-look on dozens of in
teusely respectable and infexibly moral peo-
pie: papas and manmas =ho would be hor>
rifiad at the bare Thought that Amelia