The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-03-18

and shovel used in her gardenin'. The
man at the left is Geethy himself as he
lookd when not engaged in composing
| poems. couldn't say whether he married
| his lady love or not.
This" she went on. SIS Joseph Jeffer-
son. an actor He is here seen in one OF
his characters. that of Rip Van Wrinkle.
which he sometimes plays. To see him
here in this scene from the first act of
/ the play you would think he was a young
/ man: but l suppose he must be as much
as fifty years old in real life. 1t seems a
disadvantage. the picture not shown him
as he RELY is. But at the same time it
shows him Just as you would see him on
the stage now.
This next is a representation of the
Cistern Madonna. though why it is caleb
that | couldn't tell you. Below. the two
cherubs is, l suppose, different views of
the Child. Around is grouped saints and
martyrs. and the whole makes very prot-
ty appearance. framed.
This here is not one Of the famous
Amazons which We have all heard SO much
about but quito a different person. This
here is BrunhiIda on her milk white horse.
She is supposed to lie riding the air to
escape from ar angry father. or mother. l
couldn't tell you which. But whoever 1t
was set fire to all her things and turned
her out doors for befriending strange
woman who proved TO be very unpleasant
person. | believe"
The mistress OF the house had forgotten
what an unwilling hostess she had .b5en.
Go on" she said tn IAN uncertain voice.
as the woman in. the veil paused Cor
breath OF 10
This is Dante called the poet of hell,
she took up the story. Though I'm sure
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poet of he'll. He's got on a wreath of
leaves. which it WAS customary to wear in
those lines He wrote a comedy of some
kind, though | must say that he looks as
though he had never known glad lay in
his life sU
Side of him is another poet Milton,
who was blind. He is listening to his own
works read aloud by his daughters. He Is
also the author of The Lost Paradise
maybe you see that when it was played
here last winter? i did enjoy the play so
much that said to myself that the buck
was worth the money just to have that
mans picture. .I-
Next is the mother of the Grscchi.
This poor lady lost all her money and all
her relatives. but two sons, and she called
them her jewels, meaning, | presume. that
when they were grown up they could earn
back all her property for her. l do hope
gusts me with hringin' UP children it's to
have them turn on you and not pay you
back In kind. There's my brothers boy.
Zeb-this, did you say? Oh, this is Bee
thoven, making up his Moonlight Sonnet.
He sat down to play for blind girl one
night and that piece come into his head.
and he played ii without writln' down
note of 1t. settin/ in the dark, he was.
Havin' his hair combed down and tied with
lii. y Irpt 10
Washington, don't it? Strange. how these
musicians can look like politicians and
Presidents when most Of EN- don't know
a blessed thing but their music.
Here's the Mona Lisa, an you're sup
posed to guess what she's smilin' at, thus
gettin' sort of conundrum with the rest.
though for my part it seems simple enough
TO me. / always smile that way when I'm
hayin' my picture taken. out of pure ner-
vousness, and it don't mean anything.
presume that's the way with her.
And next is the Victory, with no arms
and no head, nothin' but wings. They're
good strong wings, but for my part
shouldn't call it much of a victory if I'd
had my head took off.
And here's Mercury or Hermes. some
calls him, an | don't know as it makes
any difference which. This is a statue.
too. besides bein' a picture as you see it
tried me to death just seem il balance
on one toe that way. That's why l prefer
the picture myself. because he seems to
lay fatter.
This? Oh, this is called Hosea. but
why he covered his face up when he was
settin' for his picture | can't imagine. He
might as well have had the back OF his
head took. and done with it.
Now this last one here is the Death
of Haydn. or Haydn Composin' the Crea-
ton You see him seated on the deck
of a steamer. Around him is gathered his
sorrowin relatives and friends. Overhead
the storm is ragin'. but Haydn amt
frightened like his relatives. Calm and
quiet. Haydn sits mp and composes his
Creation: I'm sure | can't tell you the
creation of what, but it's very well known
Beautiful sight amt it?''
Beautiful" said the mistress Of the
house.
And now" said the woman with the
veil, you're goin' to let me put your
name down. amt you? Here's complete
description OF every picture, much fuller
than have given it to you You wouldn't
care for the description? Well. some
only does care for the pictures"
She was let out the hall door presently, |
protesting and arguing, and somewhere in
town the woman with the little tight veil |
and the overshoes is telling it all to some |
body else.