The age-herald., 1898-10-11
Woman's Edition of
The OpeIika P st

hhS OPS'"A - The Robert E. Lee Chapter, Daughters of the Confederacy. in Opelika has just is sued a woman's edition of the Opelika Post. Mrs. Isaac Ross is the editor-in-chief and her associate editors were among the well-known women of Opelika. The edition contains a number of interesting articles from the pen of Alabama women writers, and pictures of General Robert D. Lee, Mrs. Kate Cabel Currie, the president of the United Daughters of the Confectionery, Miss Winnie Davis Mrs A. L. Dowdell, the president of the R. E. Lee chapter, to- gether with an attractive group of children of the Confederacy.
 There is also a sketch of Margaret OBrien-Davis.
 The edition has of local interest delight ful sketch from the pen of Mrs. Zac Smith Paul Pry), describing the beauties of Col orado, and Miss Willie Allen, of Birming- ham, has contributed an article on Some Old London Churches" Lillian Ninnemore Froe writes interestingly of Progressive Women in Journalism" and Mrs Chappell Cory contributes a description of Drawing Room Day With the London Mob" The following extracts are taken from Miss AL lens story on the London churches "I shall begin" she writes by telling some thing that happened in St. Giles church, in Edinburgh We were talking in very leis- urely way about this historic place, think ing of John Knox and Queen Mary, of Montrose and Argyle, of Jenny Geddes and the bishop, in fact, was peering about the floor, looking for the brass tablet that marks the spot from which Jenny threw the famous stool, when the old sacristan caught noe by the sleeve, motioned with his head Toward one of the immense pillars that support the roof, and bade me look up. From where stood, close beside the pillar, did look up, to find myself beneath three dusty banners whose staffs were fixed in brass sockets clamped to the stone You are standing, Madame, beneath the flags of Waterloo" said the old man, with touch of pride in his voice. So I moved a little closer to the pillar, and held my head a lit- tie higher, thinking of the Scotch Greys'' and the "Forty-fifth Highanders at Mont St. Jean
 England displays her battle-fags in her churches, and memorial tablets are as thick on the grey walls are, in the heavens, those "forget-me-nots of the angels that men call StarS-tab' cts to her sons who did their duty at Trafalgar and at Tarrytown Tn the Punjaub and in the Transvaa with Franklin in the far north and with Gordon in the Soudan. The church becomes as we may see. the repository of the glory of SHui th Idnt. we Amef1canS are given to wholesome condemnation of any bond between church and state, yet I could not put recogn ze, after visiting church after church. in town and country what valua- ble object lessons in duty are there pre- sented to English youth.
 Mrs. Cory, in her Drawing Room Day With the London Mob" writes in part:
 Tn front of Buckingham palace we placed ourselves right up to the walls and near tell-tale fence with friendly cracks, where a small person might peep to her eyes content. And now, down the long broad avenue of Green Park, all eyes were turned. The leaves of the great trees trem- ble1 in the sunlight, and ther soft shadows played at hide and seek on the white sand beneath; four abreast, came mounted sol diers in brilliant uniforms. their fine steeds treading as lightly as fl tied the shadows on the ground. Then came the queens own band with yellow trimmings and yellow sashes and yellow horns of gold, and mar tial music quickened pulses long grown slow. I almost forget now the order of their coming, but there dances before me relocated soldiers and glitterlng bayonets and long rows of carr ages filed with beau- tifu women. It was here that aristocracy vied with each other and strove to outshine royalty. Not always the most gorgeous is royalty's equ page. These carriages of state were as varied in magniicence as the tastes of their occupants. Some were veritable Title glass palaces. through which peered timid, lovely debutantes; their hair dressed high and their necks dressed low and ther little hands grasping tightly the huge bou- quets which completely covered their laps. There were open carr ages too, and more beautiful than the jewel-bedecked women were the silk-hatted coachmen, their hair powdered white and their checks powdered red. and the gay little outriders with their knee buckles and cooked hats and saucy ways and their beautiful stockings, of which pink seemed easily the favor te.
 
 But the delghtfulest picture of it all was the utterly abandoned happiness of the street urchin. He literally walked under horses hoofs and swung under gilded car riages; he 'hollered' at the queen and he told the Prince of Wales a thing or two.