Liverpool Weekly Courier. — 1893-08-12 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

THE WAY.  To see procelesiont aright you must see them from • height. I bad I capital view of Saturday's great procession from a top window. in Lime. street, and waxed no enthusiastic that I came near to falling among the orowd below, which would - have been a " demonstration" indeed. And what *stirring scene thoes protesters gave us. The breese—ratbsr • etrong one on S•tnrday, by the -way—blew out the banners of each brigade until they resembled the inflated eaile of a chits. The steady tread a marching feet sounded a long way off, and then the line of processiouists IMMO into sight and marched quickly through Lime-street. Moat of the procesilicins I have witnessed have lacked alertness of movement ; they have been too measured, too much drawn out, too drawling, if one may thus express; it. This procession swept onwards without more ado, and, impelled by resolute porpoise, seemed to loose no time in getting to the goal.  The 'bands were admirably stationed. Vie strains of one bend had scarcely died away in the distance when soother struck up a lively air,. and so we passed brightly from interlude to interlude all along the length of the promossion. There MU much of the contrast of colour in the throng. The emblazoned banners, the uniforms of the different bands, the oraugeoolourert sashes and favours, the long line of soberly-di-a:Laud citizens, with here and there a scarlet coat, made almost a pageant in Lime-street. Whoever was organising director of the affair possesses an instinct for stage management more than ordinary, and the crowd' massed in the square of St. George's-hall and along each side of Lime-street was an appreciative one. Hato were waved high in the air, and salvoa of cheering rolled from side to side as the pioceesion curled round the currier of Lime-street into Lendon-road.  I hear that the Assize Courts last sieek were crowded with women, who took possession of the !grand jury's box and the Sheriff'e box and sat there in state all the day long. They lunched in court and they broilered in tartlet, and listened am cool as--na knells, to the terrible details of murder or manslaughter trials. Civil eases were left to the lawyers and the judges and the officials—only the criminal cases were favoured by gracious feminine presence. One wonders if those ladies were in search of new sensations, or if they were hardened criminal hunters, or, worst of all, if they had no work to do, no purpose in life, that they made holiday to watch a fellow creature in the shameful dock.  I suppose there are women who do not underBrand ahocks •ni impulses and emotions, and whom no spectacle of suffering or sorrow can affect deeply, just as there am men of the same iron stamp, and I suspect they are born so. You remember how Chat lotte went on calmly cutting bread and butter while the cori.se of the sentineutral Wetter was borne pm; on a shutter—Ms adjectives and sensibility not gone with hitu, but I typical of young Germany to this day. Aud the weird women of tho Patricia Revolution, who jwatched the ruin ef bloody heads descending hum I the guillotine, and sat and knitted all the while— j have wu not their prototypes ijn the crowds that j beleaguer the halls of justice when • criminal case of more than common flagrancy is being tried Rank-holiday was more than usually riotous in the early part of the day. it seemed to roe. The holiday season being in full swing and everybody flying about on wheels or in trains and a larger invasion of country visitors might account for increased bustle and confusion, and perhaps for more drunkenness. A few women and many, many men were obviously tipsy, and saddening to look at. One magnificent creature, who seemed born for purple velvet and diamonds, and yet by one of Narure's mistakes was clothed ins rusty brown gown, bad a drunken fellow in her charge whom she MN, trying to keep out of the view of the police evidently. We dodged both the police and the woman, fur I saw him slink into one of the tap-rooms or. the way to the Laudiugottage, leaving bin handsome protector outside. I suppose everybody knows the Eilterpean Orcimertra—that gifted sisterhood of musicians— who adorn every platform on which they appear. They have gone—fiddles and all—to play round North Wales. The tour commenced yesterday at Islatiliirfeehan, the prettiest of places, with the Most junpronountmable of earnest. From there thei go to Ranyor to-night, on Wednesday to renroaenmagr, to Llanwrst on Thursday, and Abergele us Friday will witness the grand finale. IMay good luck attend thorn all the way.