Staunton spectator and vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1896-1916, 1905-01-27

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however. is but small part of th
great prison work done by the goo
people of Washington. AS the service
closed and the prisoners shrank bac
into the long corridors L scanned th
faces carefully but there were no Jew
among them, mo Japanese and n
Chinese. "They don't come heren sal
one of the guards standing by, "nine
ty per cent. of 'em are negroes and to-
rest are whites"
At night the Congregational churcI
up town was filled to the doors. And
The sIngiDg-well that did not begin til
the lights went out. Then on great
white screen to the front stereopticar
threw the verses of the hymns in letters
large enough to be read BY all, and
there was music, perhaps the best in
Washington. At the organ was it's
blind genius, and in the choir the voices
OF his pupils-those who train under
the tutorage Of the wonderful Bischoff.
His studio adjoins the church and
fresh from inspiring practice they
give to the public the best of music,
Thua did the Sabbath end.
With the dawn of Monday came
different and more discordant sounds
than those which had aroused the Sab.
bath morning sleepers. 1t was a hum
and buzz from the already busy streets.
A restless cabby beneath my window
while tmpatiently waiting his first
victim, was vigoro usly cutting himself
and kicking an unoffending lamp post
In vain attempt to keep warm. Then
with crack of his whip and a smile
on bis face he sDra ng to the box and
was off with his bob tailed nag dane
Ing jig in short step pretense of
speed, the rapid transit of trained
livery plug. Later came the milk map,
the rag man, the ubiquitous newsboy
and then the gr eat restless tide of hu-
mainly in its ebb and flow.
When l crossed the avenue a long
train OF rapidly moving carriages can e
into view. The drivers cracked their
whips and the teams were in a swing
lug trot-was it a wedding party, a |
pageant, what was it in such ioyous |
haste ? A funeral. All Yes and is |
that right or seemly? Well, the world |
ls In hurry and the dead-are as de ad |
rs they will ever be, and the cemetery
s long way off, SO they trot along.
Ibis is new custom in some cities and
Tor all l know may be in Washington.
When your business is done and you
wish to see Others work as you have
worked, take car to the vicinity of
The b. Il o. Station and there watch
'he hundreds of laborers as they swarm
over the foundation and construction
work of Washington g new union depot;
% be the greatest and finest of its
Kind in the world. Its vast sheds, it's
'hces. waiting roo ms. It's plaza and
park, to be the most complete in this
" any other land. 1t will take several
ears to complete it, but of the vast un-
lertaking fairly good idea may now
'e had. The Pennsylvania road is fin.
shing up its twin tunnels that run
ust east of the capitol building and
merge near the new depot.
When night comes OH in the city
here is plenty to interest IN the bright
lit streets, at the clubs, in the
rawing rooms and the theater. And
lere let me pause, for there much of
and many of her visitors
ind pleasure and entertainment. Last
week thousands focked TO the Nation
i, there to See the greatest of operas
Observation-Disclosures. FASH ,
On and beauty were there, respondent
q pretty gowns and handsome attire.
t was worth the while to see tt e
right display. and when the curtain ,
AIRED there We're greater pleasures !,
ct vouchsaved. The sacred opera was :
aperbly staged and grand in it's pre- S
entation. And here, in street par
'nce let me say, that "yOu get your :
loney's worth''-a performance of
We and half hours with an interim
Or refreshments and rest. Seldom has
ne stage afforded an opera so unob.
SO elevating in tone, SO
ure in conceptions sacred musical
rama Astounding in handsome effects
nd inspiring climaxes. Nothing can
e more beautiful, more sublime than
ne closing scene, where, beneath a
halo the dove descends and y
overs over the holy Grail and the =
ewly crowned king, while music re-
plendent bursts forth from the throats
( a hundred chOristers.
A. S. MORTON.