The Newtown bee., 1892-03-11
, into the spirit of the thing heart and

ing into the spirit of the thing heart and soul.
 The evenings entertainment opened with piano forte solo. Hardly was, that finished, when a great clapping and cheering at the bottom of the room caused all heads to be turned to the door and there we saw, looking and smiling and evidently delighted at the greeting she was receiving, Miss Ellen Terry, who had given up one of her precious Sunday evenings that she might come as a ray of sunlight to gladden. the hearts of those poor people. She light ly mounted the platform and, with a book in her hand, half read and half re- cited Tennyson's ''Dora." And, as may be we'll imagined, a very delightful per- formance it was. Her manner is SO easy, her voice so sweet and winning and very charming it was to witness the wonderful manner in which she took her audience into her confidence. They were delighted with her. She in turn gave place to Countess Valda Gleichen, daughter of Victor of Hohenlohe, who died at St James palace and who was a nephew of the queen. If 1 remember rightly, she sang that pretty, pathetic song Daddy ever a favorite with the Gordon league people, who, may re- mark ,are perhaps the best untaught mu- sical critics in England. Nothing but the best and the highest really pleases them.
 And then a we'll known and popular member of Parliament comes forward and gives bright, sparkling address on one of the burning social questions of the day, one of the questions in which perhaps his audience would be keenly interested. Very quick are those people to take up any allusion. Keen and ready witted must be the man who stands up to speak to such an audience. There is rest of 10 minutes, during which the ladies and gentlemen mingle in free and easy fashion with their guests and opin- ions are exchanged with mutual confi- dence and good will.
 By this league, genuine attempt is made to bridge over the vast chasm that yawns between the so called classes and the masses. Real good feeling is estab- lished between men and women who would otherwise remain as far apart as the poles. Such meetings as these go far to break down all the odious class feel ing of which the demagogues talk so ire quently and which they so dearly love to stir up in England.
 The second part of the concert is chiefly of a more sacred character than the first part and the whole concludes with the singing of hymns, the reading of a short portion of Scripture, the sing ing of the naCional anthem.
 Newspapers and books are freely dis trbuted at the end of the entertainment, but by far the prettiest feature of the evening, especially in the Spring and Summer tide, is the distribution of flow CTS by the ladies of the evening. Some 10 or 12 of them go down the middle of the long room carrying enormous baskets packed full of the most exquisite flowers gathered in greenhouse, garden or in the country fields, far away from the dingy, grimy courts in which the majority of the guests drag out their wretched lives.
 It is a pathetic sight to see men and women and little children struggling for the possession of these innocent tokens of Gods love. But the flowers are giv- en to each person on the distinct under standing that they are not to be seen in- side public house that night. And very Loyalty and very faithfully is their agree ment adhered to. The Sunday, a weary dismal day in London for even the we'll to-do, is an awful day of gloom for those whose lot is that of hard, intending drudgery and starvation. These meet ingS, consecrated to the memory of Gen Gordon, who so loved the poor, have done much to dissipate the gloomy darkness. Into each dull life, there now comes a weekly ray of sunshine and one is forcibly reminded of the words of good old George Herbert:
 ooh, day, most cool, most calm, most bright The week were dark but for thy light
 T Frederick Raymond in Register.