Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-02-04

and romantic poosy. Mir Sylvanus F. Bill, tho poet of the Auditorium, emarges once B year from that too strict ly preserved retirement in which he has long been engaged in writing poetioal directory of Cook county and fills Tho Inter Ocean with the splendor of pag- eantry and tho honey of music. The Chicago charity ball of 1895 was held at the Auditorium on last Thursday night, and MT. Bill described 1t with his usual wealth of adjective and luxuri- ance of passion. His exordium was full of might and nlagnifoence:
 Like Q grim, ilnpcnetrable fortress of medi- seval times the Auditorium looked before the moon swung out like a silver lamp in the mid night sky and cast around the gray tower and austcre walls the soft transforming tissue of it's woven beams. Far out over tho frozen wa ters of the ltlle eaaed the deep windows from under their arehed brows of futed stone, as the great monument of Chicagos power flung out q challenge to the eastern world. High in the air the tower, like q mighty forefinger, was pressed upon the changing pulse of Bo- reas while the quick voice of the telegraph reported the condition of the weather to the listening town.
 Clouds hung like a frown upon the buildings granite brow, but it's heart was filled with melody and beating with human sympathy and kindliness. 4he charity ball was onl And a9 the music sWirled on through the great arch es, tWinlsling with the lights that jewel the roof and flnttering like bright pumaged birds among the boxes of ivory and gold, the feet of the mimic armies advancing and retrcating fell into rhyme young voices into sweeter cadenccs, the scowl on the face of the bending sky melted in laughter, and as the hours with golden feet slipped by
 'tSilentlyi enc by one, i'll the infinite meadows
 of heaven
 Blossomod the beautiful stars, tho forgetne-
 nots of the angels
 Mir. Bill, too, swirled in music through the great arches, twinkled and futtered and advanced in cadence. We seem to see his eyes glittering beneath futed eyebrows and his pencil pressed like a mighty fore1inger upon the paper that throbs with tho quick coming thoughts. As he whirls like q strain through the south tunnel we hear with him "the words of the poet architect of the building:
 The utteranee of life is a song,
 The symphony of nature. The jewels flash, the laces glitter. The great procession comes:
 Stately dowagers ill velvet gowns with white hair piled high under diamond tiaras and de butantes with diaphanous draperies, soft locks brushed back from untroubled brows and & rose tucked over pretty car; Youth and Age, meeting and courtesying, and when the solid lines broke up andswept in small Getach- ments into the graceful convolutions of the dance it was like the shattering Of a rainbow or the sudden separating of q mosaic, whose parts, fitting into an exquisite and harmonious whole, were yet complete as single jewels Palmetto leaves from the bayous of the south, palms from the islands of the Indies, were lynotted with the orange colored taffeta cloth of tho orient, but it cid not need tropical foli age to suggest the beauties of Araby. Dark eyes and midnight tresses were there and girls as fair as the peri who stood at the gates of paradise.
 The Hon. N K. Fairbank goes by with simple but beautiful side whiskers, such as Cupid or young angel would be glad to have for wings. Ferris of para disc and Naiads of the lakeside pass by in bright ranks and to stately measures. Supper is had, and HOW comes tho in- evitable end, thinking whereof the Hon. l sylvanus '. Bill is splashed as to his tender nose with drops of vague regret:
 The lights in the windows of the town pale 1 into the day the dancers of the night sink into sleep; the briliancy and charm of the charity ball are dream of the past- and