Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1900-07-28

1T was used for centuries" explained
Miss s., ''as a royal abbey, the mother
superior always being a princess of the
blood. During the Reign of Terror II was
DESTROYED, and the ruins came into the
possession of the family of Madame b.
But shall we not see the Poissy and Saint
Germaine before meeting the present
owners?s Shady walks. narrow streets.
old buildings combine to give Poissy i
charm all its own. y life size statue of
the great artist Meissonier stands in the
public square. which bears his name. We
looked Al it with added interest, remem-
bering that later We were to meet his fam
lily. Look hard and long, and fix the
ole cathedral well in mind admonished
| our friend. for there is but one which
holds the baptIsmal font Of St. Louis, AMI
| it stands before you.
| Entering the nave we passed to the
sacred shrine. rough hewn stone, an
opening barely large enough to hold ones
| hand, were all We saw, and yet the infiu-
| ence of, q. noble life still spreads from
thence, while kingly greatness is almost
| forgotten. Was there once a time when
We foolishly thought one forest was like
another? Our meeting with so many has
changed all that One never confuses in
will be our remembrance of the trees and
broad walks that belongs to the forest of
st. Gerrnaine. the glorious view and time
| honored chateau. Only the reiterated cry.
| They will be waiting for us" was forci-
bic enough to draw us away. The small
| gate. almost unnoticeable in the long
| stretch of wall, opened at our friend s
ring, and we We're in an earthly paradise.
Away and away stretched the almost linn
| itless grounds. In the distance, covered
with grass and endless variety of trees.
were undulating hills on the SUBMITS OF
which were arbors and lOokouts for rest
and enjoyment. but the glory of it all was
| about US. near at hand. Filling the air
with their sweetness, streWinS the ground
with their ripened beauty. covering bush
| after bush with their perfect loneliness.
| of every shade and variety bloomed the
queen of flowers. We We're in the rose
| garden in June. Our hands We're filled
| with the gorgeous beauties We almost
despair of being believed when we assert
one mammoth pink rose measured TWEEN
ty-fOur inches round. The large rambling
house, where with most gracious hospi-
| tally we We're received by Madame B.,
was most interesting. with its foreign fur
nishinSs, old portraits and momentos. our
walk through many lovely paths brought
| us to MeissonierS house, for the estate
belongs TO three families connected by
marriage. Here beneath the trees, seated
ut little tables. We're the wife Of Meis-
sonier's son. himself an artist. and many
friends. Too quickly the time passed in
delightful conversation flor all spoke
EnglishD in seeing famous pictures by
Detaille and in walking by the old pond
whose shores the entire way We're shaded
by thick arching trees. Then came the
most delectable of French dinners,
the memory of which will ever remain
fresh and green. BETTING such luscious
asparagus and peas.
We are permitted under strong protest
to barely mention the crowning delight
of our afternoon, which was the singing
of Miss S. What moving tenderness in
Schumann'S songs, what glowing favor
in the imprisoned closing aria from
l. Africaine. After three years inCessant
study a wonderful voice has trebled in
volume, while losing none of its fresh
ness and sweetness. We predict that
Maine, which has given to the world d
Cary. Nordica and an Games. has yet
another gifted child of song who will III
the near future bring added honor and
renOwn to the dear old Pine Tree State
MRS. HERMANN KOTZSCHMAR.