Year: 1878

the water, and the political mounte-
banks whose wretched policy sue
ceeded in defeating the original
appropriation, and who finally de-
layed the paltry sum given, up to
the latest moment, may congratu-
late themselves on having inflicted
on their native land a humiliation
which, while it may give unqualified
satisfaction to her enemies, cannot
but bring grief and sorrow to those
who glory in her prosperity and
success. AS you pass along the
noble avenues of the British De-
partment, you are almost oppressed
with an oVerpowering sense OF op-
ulence and abundance that greet
you on every hand. Not only
articles of every prime necessity
demanded by the wants of man are
here spread out before you, but
every luxury with which our higher
civilization pampers, his whims and
fapcies seems to have been created
and invented with a lavishness and
profusion that excite our admiration
and wonder. Aesthetics are subor-
dinated to everything, the lovely
linens of Paisley and the carpets of
Kidderminster are not more beau
tiful after their kind, than the
loom in which they ale woven or
the splendid engine by which the
loom is run. The rude potteries Of
Stafordshire, Lancashire, Shrop-
shire and Stoke apop Trent, have
grown to things of beauty over
which the art student lovingly lin
gers, while the exquisite creations
of Wedgwood are such revelation
of genius as the Almighty has sell
dom vouchsafed! to any of the chill
dren of NJ en-.





In the Hungarian and italian
Departments are magnificent ex-
hibitions Of glass,-the glass Of
Bohemia being the standard by
which all other glasses are tried.
Yet, in this British collection, an
exhibit is to be seen which rivals
anything to be found in the entire
Exposition. It is not merely an
exhibition of admirable utilities,
but you might almost imagine that
Golconda had poured forth its
treasures and that Khoomoos and
Mountains of Light were as COM
mon as the paving stones in the
street. The Machinery Department
is especially full, and much of the
machinery is as beautiful as it is
wonderful, for it is wonderful to see
a a ponderous fly. wheel Of iron
weighing many tons, carrying in
it's marvellous sinews the power
of hundreds of horses and yet re-
7olving on it's journal with light
ming speed and with less vibration
than is felt in aladys watch.


On the left hand, as you enter
the British exhibit from the Grand
Hall which faces the Trocadero, is
a Photographic collection which IN
vites especial attention, not so much
for it's extent as for the supreme
excellence of the work. I confess
these sunlit pictures have always
had a peculiar fascination for me.
It seems as if the Grand Architect
of the Universe interposed more
directly to guide the cunning Of the
masters hand than any other form
of art. In one exhibit is a sleeping
child, as beautiful as an angel, en-
ioying the sleep of the blessed.
All! what sweet, calm, happy face,
revelling in that deep,peaceful slum-
ber that childhood only knows,
which age seeks for in vain and on
ly finds in that land beyond the
grave. At the extreme end Of the
collection a frame hangs against
the wall containing a number OF
landscapes of English and Irish
scenery, which I feel justified in
saying have no equals in the world.
These pictures are the work OF
Payne Jennings, Of London. They
are not simply photographs, they
are a new revelation Of art and
awaken possibilities of the future
which one hardly dreams of now.
This art reaches away beyond the
pencil of the limner and the chisel
of the sculptor, for it's forms Of
beauty are multiplied by thousands
and carry their blessings into the
humblest homes. Nothing is more
difficult than to describe art, the