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THE SUNNY SOUTH, ATLANTA; GEORGIA, OCTOBER 7 1893,
SOUL WINDOWS.
Fob Tbk Sunny South.
Baby, dear, your eyes are blae,
Brightened by baby mirth;
Heaven s own light Is shining through.
Ten os, dear, what yon think too
Of this great old earth.
O, the world is all one smile,
One grand bsanty-treasnre
Where we babes laugh all the while,
Where there s naught that Cjld beguile.
Life is only pleasure.
Girlish eyes, so very bright,
Byes that show no borrow
Through you shines a soul’s fair light.
|Your life’s brief day yet Knows no night;
Your heart no thought of morrow.
O, wee girl, could we but hide
From you every care!
But stay the rushiDg of the tide.
Bor as we age the atreara grows wide
And greater grows the snare.
Dreamy eyes that seem to see
Beyond our life's today
The mist that looms ahead to be
A veil to hide life’s mystery
Before you melts away.
Vour dreamy depths are paved with fears;
You’ve known lifes bitter-sweet;
You’ve found at last the world’s for tears,
Time’s marked by heart aches not by years
and joys at bbst are fleet.
Tear dimmed eyes which speak of pain,
Think you life is pleasure?
Past records tell of hopes all vain,
Old sorrows still the sting retain,
and life’s a bitter measure.
Bightless eyes, an answered prayer
No.longer tear dimmed be.
ah! sightless eyes your rigid stare
Refleccs no longer sorrow there,
But rest eternal'y.
ah, baby sparkling, tear dimmed eyes,
Byes sightless sorrow-tried
You'll open all in paradise,
Your home through His great sacrifice
To see Him glorified,
—Mattie A. Hall urn.
THE CHICAGO SHOW.
'Wonders of the World's Bair.
For Thk Sunny South.
One of the most attractive places about
the World’s Fair is the Columbian Pier,
which stretches out for half a mile iuto
the lake directly in front of the Casino.
For several reasons it is interesting. In
the first place it is attractive and pictur
esque—for instance, as seen from the top
of the pier—style, a bird’s eye view may
be obtained, which gives one a clearer
idea of its magnificent proportions. On
hot days it is a favorits resting place for
weary sightseers, for there the cool breezes
from the lake refresh the jaded body, and
then, too, one can feast the eyes from this
point on the beautiful vistas of gigan
tio buildings, wonderful domes and
glittering spires. If you are fortunate
enough to get the view from the pier on a
cloudless day, you will never forget it
while you live.
There are thousands of places about the
E unds where one can admire the lovely
dscapes and architectural pictures, that
it is safe to say cannot be equaled any
where in the world for grandeur, novelty,
variety and beauty, but I do not believe
any o them will charm as much, or leav
ing so lasting an impression on the mind
of complete satisfaction, as the view ob
tained from the Columbian Pier, for the
distance harmonizes, blends, and softens
the details of the picture while adding
greatly to its magnificent perspective.
In the foreground are the great Manu
facturing and Liberal Arts building, music
hall, the peristyle, and the Casino, Agri
cultural hall, and the Forestry building.
Over the peristyle the dome of the Admin
istration building looms, and on its left the
Machinery hall.
Turning to the north of the main build
ings, one gets a view of a city of the
strangest looking structures ever brought
into such juxtaposition, though the effect
from here is not at all incongruous, and
makes an artistic contrast to the prevail
ing white of the other end of the picture.
Bat the pier I I never get tired of talking
about it, or writing either for that matter
Its moving sidewalk, and the wire corrals
for boat passengers, along its sides render
it a valuable attraction indeed.
The moving sidewalk, is in reality, a walk
built upon fiat cars, forming a seeming
ly never ending train 4,300 feet long, and
is propelled by 10 ordinary electric street
car motors, the wires and trolleys being
under the track. One half the sidewalk
moves along at the rate of three miles an
hour, and the other half at about double
that speed.
It is not a very difficult feat to step from
the stationary platfoim to the slower half
of the moving walk, and thence to the
quioker moving part, where an abundant
snpply of benches are provided for those
who prefer to sit down, though
it is an easy matter to preserve the equi
librium.
Jackson Park is at night a glorious flood
of light, and for young people it is far
more attractive than by day. Every yard
of it is resplendent with yellow glory, and
many of the effects produced are startling
in their novel brilliancy.
The electric fountains are a never-failing
source of delight to the wondering thous
ands and thousands of people who stand
awed in the brilliant radiance cast by the
prismatic rays of tricolored waters, i say
tricolored because the three predominating
oolors seen in the fountain waters are
S een or peacock bine, red and ambsr, but
ere is an incessant change of color, form
and force that create the exquisite effects
that evoke the admiration.
These changes are among the less
marked hues—the dainty opal and moon
stone, and cameo tints. The searchlights,
too,are attractive because of their novelty,
especially the powerful one casting its
?^* 1 ? oc .f rt ? in the summit of the manufac-
lues building, which casts a trail of light
and °* a *>• di »-
*^ r „^ i ^ nce of on ® hundred
“ no * all yet, which deserves
dus comment. Would that I oosses-
£age I^might
^ 1 describe these scenes min
utely. and at the same time with a spright
liness that might not weary my readers.
For it is said that very few careful, pains
taking writers can do this, without pro-
producing tedium on the reader however,
the faithful historian describes as simply
as possible the scenes in which he has
played the most insignificant part, (or
mayhap no part at all) so I will proceed
leaving much to the fertile minds of the
reader to embellish with a fair beauty in
the language of the imagination, my bare,
unvarnished facts.
• * *
Unusual effects are produced by the or
dinary incandescent and arc lights—for
instance, the girdl^u light around the
grand basin, made am electric lamps two
feet apart and about mhree feet above the
water, which reflects nthe light, and seems
to treble its volume.
Around all the big buildings at a uni
form height of about sixty feet are bands
of incandescent lamps, which confer new
beauties on the scene and grace the archi
tecture with additional charms, as well as
lend their radiance to the general illumi
nation, while the statue of Diana stands
out above the agricultural building, bath
ed in a flood of glory cast by a concealed
reflection. See these effects from the pier
just once, and I defy yon to go home and
forget it. It will be one event in your life
that will stand out clearly against the
dark background of scenes shady, and may
look a trifle gloomy. Light! light!! How
we love it and cling to it. It is Life, and
the World's Fair is an excellent provider
of light, as well as sundry other conven
iences.
* * *
Norway has an extensive exhibit in the
Fisheries building, having secured one-
sixth of the space in the main pavilion
Fishing is Norway’s pet occupation, and
of course acquits herself creditably in her
{ imminent position at the Fair. Her col
ection of boats is carious and instructive
many of them being of the primitive con
struction used in olden times. One
unique pattern bas a high prow and
an immense rudder, and was exclusively
used up to a few years ago, but there
as everywhere else progress has done away
with antiquated fashions, and those are
only relegated to museums and illus
trated histories of the country for the fu
ture. The sails are square, rigged, and
the anchors awkward, cumbersome masses
of heavy iron. The oars are monstrous, un
graceful affairs which could not possibly be
manipulated by less than two men it seems
to me.
• * *
AN INEXPENSIVE TOUR.
A little Japanese angling boat is grace
ful enough for a model for the barge, of
the Sorceress of the Nile, the pictures of
which it is indeed suggestive. The main
stick is in the center, with smaller ones
fore and eft.
The sails are in long strips, reaching
from the yards to the bottom, and are
woven together with ropes, each piece be
ing fastened at the bottom by a line of its
own.
The oars are spliced just above the sock
et with a band of rope, and are much
lighter and easier to handle than those in
the Norwegian boat. It is a pretty motion
altogether.
* * *
After a rest you might take a glance at
the United States Government building
You will be lured by curiosity to linger
here, for from the section of one of Cali
fornia’s gigantic trees in the rotunda to
the exhibition of postage stamps, every
thing is of interest. But you still have the
largest building ever erected to visit
yet. The Manufacturer’s building, and
after that the Electrical palace, the
Mines and Mining, the Transporta
tion, and the gem of the whole architec
tural display, the Administration build
ing, with its splendid outlook over the
main basin and through the peristyle to
the Like beyond. Then if you are fond
of music, and of course you are, for who
would want to rail under Shakspeare’s
sentence:
"Distrust the man who is dead to the in
fluence of Aaron’s muse ?”—
go to the Concert Hall or listen to band
discourse national medley’s in Administra
tion plaza.
* * *
At the eastern end of the plaisanca, after
passing under the Stony Island avenue
viaducts, the visitor finds himself before
tne Woman’s building, with Horticultural
hall on his right hand as he looks toward
the east. It will take some time to in
spect Horticnltural ball. If you are a
botanist or florist visit the rose garden on
Wooded Island just across the lagoon.
The viticultural exhibit is in the south
wing.
If you enter the Midway plaisance at
the western gate in Cottage Grove avenue
! rou will see b-fore you aa avenue a mile
ong and 600 feet wide, with a covered
walk down the centre, and on either side
of this are the "Villages.” Study them
and learn as much as you could from read
ing every description ever written of lives,
manners and customs of the different for
eign countries and people.
Ruby Beryl Kyle.
In this humorous skit by Charles Mouse-
let (translated for Romance by J. Murray
Mitchell) a valuable hint is contained re
garding ways and means for the impecu
nious. Books and papers are cheap and
soon read. Real trips are dear and long,
and one may often receive almost as vivid
impressions from a good description as
from seeing things with one s own eyes.
Canned food is not to he despised when
any other is unattainable.
1 he Hepburn Line, Mrs. Mary. J.
Holmes-, Two Belligerent Southrons,
(Portraits) Florence Waller; Retro
spect, (Poem) Kathleen R. Wheeler;
“Poor Yoric,” (Illustrated) Robert N.
Stephens; The Path of Gold, iPoem)
Carrie Blake Morgan; An Hour at
Sir Frederic Leighton’s, (Portrait)
Virginia Butler; Pascagoula, (Sonnet)
Titus Munson Coan; A Deed with a
Capital D, (Lippincotts Notable Sto
ries—No VIII.) Charles M, Skinner;
Necromancy Unveiled, (Portrait) A.
Herrman; Oonfessions of an Assis
tant Magician, (Portrait)Addie Herr-
mann; The Pass’n’sGrip, (Illustrated)
Roswell Page; Finite and Infinate,
(bonnet) Luciie Rutland; Running
the Blockade, (Illustrated) Emma
Henry Ferguson; A Tiger Trapped,
(Comedietta) Rosemary Baum: By
the Sea, (Poem) Wilbur Lanremore;
Fun in the Poets, W . H. Babcock
Men of the Day, M. Crofton; Once in
a Purple Twilight, Music by Eugene
0 OW lG8«
one
wander
ONTRAN meets
of his friends in front
of the Opera.
"Yon are just the
person I wished to
see,” he remarks. "I
wanted to bid you
good-bye!”
"How so?”
"Well! I am going
away shortly. Paris
is not fit to live in at
present, and I do not
understand how you,
one of our set, con-
these intolerable
sent to
streets.”
The friend bows his head and walks
away somewhat humiliated. Gontran
goes on his way triumphantly, announc
ing the great news to all his friends. One
of these, little Siste, who is more inquisi
tive than the rest, asks him where he
going.
"I have not decided as yet,” answers
Gontran.
"To a watering-place?”
"Pooh! that is not fashionable. I dream
of Italy.”
Little Siste, who wishes to find out just
what is in Gontran’s mind, remarks very
seriously:
"They say it is a beautiful country.
"I believe you,” answers Gontran ironi
cally.
He then looks at him askance and walks
away.
For fifteen days he takes pains to pro
claim clamorously his departure, gives
and takes commissions, and continually
changes his plans.
At last, his friends, really tired of hear
ing always the same old story, begin to
wonder when they meet him.
"How is it that you have not gone yet?
Still here? When do you start? Have
you decided to remain?”
Gontran feels that he really must do
something at once, and one evening
meeting his best friend, Guido de Rhe-
teuil, remarks, "I have decided to start to
morrow.”
"At lastl”
"You will allow me to address to you
my impressions from time to time?”
"Thank you. You will favor me great
ly.”
"I authorizs you to communicate an ab
stract of my notes to our friends of the
club,” adds Gontran.
"You may rest assured that I will carry
out your wish. Shall I accompany you to
the station?”
"Tnank yen, no; it would be useless.
It would indeed have been useless, as on
the following evening,protected by the fall
ing shadows, Gontran with little luggage
mysteriously took a cab, directing it, not
to the station, but toward the distant
quarter of Gros Caillon.
There he rented a room for ten dollars a
month in Cometa Street, a street in which
one need have no fear of meeting any of
the Parisian fashionables. All summer
long he remained there. He hired an old
servant to attend to his wants, and also
bought the necessary material for a large
corres pondence.
Eight days afterward, Gnido de Rhe-
teuil received a letter, of which the fol
lowing is an abstract:
“To Guido dk Rheteuil, Possidknt,
Rue Tour de Dames, Paris :
Steamship Generale Garibaldi,
14’jh May, 18—.
"How beautiful is the sea! How freely
does one breathe when surrounded by
this immensity of water! Ah, my dear
Guido, how I pity you, who have to re
main in that infected Paris. As you wish
me to write all my adventures and sensa
tions, I shall begin by remarking that
sailed on the Generale Garibaldi, a steam
er plying between Genoa, Civita Vecchia
and Naples. You well know my sociable
temperament, so that it is hardly worth
while to mention that I immediately made
the acquaintance of the captain by
offering him the cigars of oar club.—
Captain Panfili is a dear old fellow!—
Going out of port the ship began to tip
a little. How wretched it is to be seasick!
Luokily I did not suffer long. I have not
told yon yet about the passengers of the
Generale Garibaldi.—English, all Ea
glish! There is one English girl who is
enchanting—a little girl, with a wealth of
blonde hair falling on her shoulders. She
often looks at me and I—Pst! I must not
tell everything in a day.
"After all tnis talk, my dear Guido I
stop writing to go on deck and admire the
far-off lines of me Corsican coast disap
pearing in the bine horizon.
"Yours affectionately,
“Gontran “
"P. S. You will receive this letter of
mine, as well as the rest, through a third
party who attends to my business interests
in Paris.”
Four days afterward a second letter
came from Gontran, dated in Genoa:
"Hold me, my friend, hold me, as I can
not restrain the great admiration which
overcomes me, while I exclaim W onder-
full delightful!—No one can imagine any
thing like it! Genoa is a city tnat does
not resemble any other. It has a gulf,
and oh! what a gull!—and marble marble,
every where, too much marble 1 They
say the Ligures founded Genoa about
seven hundred years before Christ. Later,
the Romans united it to the Gallia Cisal-
pina. After the fall of the Roman empire
it was taken and passed through the hands
of different barbarous populations, until it
became liege to Charles the Great. At
the beginning of the Fifth Century Genoa
declared itself an independent city and
was governed by consuls, upheld by the
senate. The people gathered in assembly
on the public square and took part in the
administration.
"In 1379 the Genoese and the Venetians,
who controlled the seas, began to fight
each other furiously and completely de
moralized one another.”—(Here it may ba
well to remark that Gontran had, before
departing for Cometa Street, bought a
Baedeker guide.) „
"By-the way: I have found mv Eng
lish girl of the steamer at Genoa. "We live
in the same hotel, and she is accompanied
by an uncle with long whiskers and two
cousins with pointed teeth. I have been
told that she belongs to one of the richest
families of Cambridge.—The day after
my arrival I began the attack. In love, I
never waste time. A maid, generously
bribed, bas promised to convey to Miss
Arabella (this is her name) a note, the
triumphant result of which undertaking
I patiently await.”
When Gontran wrote these sweet words
he had just dictated the items of his wash
ing-list to his washerwoman, whose otho-
graphy had deeply interested him
Thus
the letters to Guido de Rheteuil
followed each other for three months. It
was a flood of rhapsody. The most won
derful and amusing adventures were de
scribed among tnem; excursions in gon
dolas in Venice, fantastic serenades on the
Lake of Como, battles with brigands; in
vitations to the Vatican. The last letter
was dated from the foot of the crater of tne
Vesuvius.
Three months later, at the races at the
Boia de Boulogne, a man throws himself
into another man’s arm?
"Guido!”
"Gontran!”
"As you see!”
"You look wonderfully welll My best
compliments for your beautiful bronzed
complexion.”
"Send your compliments to the sun of
Naples and the breezes of Sorrento.”
"Oh, yes, I know I”
"Did you receive my letters ?”
"Every one of them!”
"Did they interest you?”
"They astonished me!”
Guido de Rheteuil seems to think
minute, and then he asks with a smile:
"So you are satisfied with your trip, are
you?”
"Can yon ask me such a question? En
thusiastic, my dear fellow! '
"If such is the case, I think you ought
to pay me the rent of the room in Cometa
street, which you have unfortunately neg
lected to do. You see, my dear Gontran
I have only these small dividends to live
on. My dear fellow, I am your landlord
—Romance.
SECRET OF DAMASCUS STEEL.
An Iowa Man Claims to Hava Made
an Imports nt Discovery.
S. R. Dawson, of Des Moines, Iowa
claims to bave discovered the lost art
of making what is known as Damas
cus steel, the method being known on
ly by the ancients, and which no man
of modern science has ever been able
to duplicate.
In proof of this assertion, says the
Chicago Tribune, Mr. Dawson Is now
making specimens of his new steel
products and has submitted them to
eminent scientists, who have not been
stinted in their declarations of favor
and wonder.
The new steel, Mr. Dawson claims,
can be made at one half the cost of
modern steel. In addition to that it
has the qualities which the best steel
now made has. It tempers two points
higher than ordinary steel, and with
in two points of the diamoud. It con
tains no carbon, requires no rolling,
the finished product may be molded
instead of hammered, and its temper
ing possesses the quality of springi
ness. Mr. Dawson takes common re
fined wrought iron and fuses it in a
crucible. He adds his chemicals, the
secret of whose combination consti
tutes his discovery.
He pours the molten metal into the
mold of the sword blade, knife blade
or whatever be may desire to produce.
It cools, it is tempered as other steel
is tempered, it is polished, and the ar
ticle is finished.
The process tabes about one hour.
The product is harder than any steel
ever made; it may be bent without
breaking, it has no carbon in it, and
when the chemists examine it their
analysis show nothing but wrought
iron.
The manufacture of finished steel
articles, as they are made now, takes
sometimes a month. Mr. Dawson has
applied his combination of chemicals
to the manufacture of bronze. He
makes the hardest bronze ever manu
factured.
He has not patented the idea, and
will not, but when he shows to the
world a sword blade that bends dou
ble and then springs to its original
straightness, that will cut a feather
pillow or a bar of steel or iron, and
yet whose analysis shows nothing but
wrought iron, though it is four-fifths
as hard as a diamond, he believes the
world will appreciate the fact that he
has discovered Damascus steel.
SUNDOWN
And Other Poems by Alonzo Leora
Rice.
For Thb Sunny South.
Along the south, on amber, fainting cloud
The dying sundown presses crimson lips •
And, underneath the eave, the ivy drint
A startled shower on the silver crowd ^
Of wet, sun-painted swallows. Shadows
shroud
The drowsy valley in a dim eclipse
As in the mist, the sun in splendor dipt
His copper-colored disk. The trees ar«
bowed
By passing rains; however careful, yet
I own not pass between the lacing boughs
Except baptized in fragrance; beetles
fret
The air with murmurs, bees begin to house
And in the marsh, the minstrels now are
wet,
And with the moon begin their night’s
carouse.
Alonza Leora Rio*.
It will be seen, from the above quoted
lines, that Mr. Alonzo Leora Rice nas a
proper conception of the function and dig-
nity of poesy. The absence of all artifi
ciality of verbiage here proclaims the out
burst genuine.
A very commmon scene is described in a
felicitlous way. The scene is divested of
all triteness by the swelling words and
phrases, "startled shower,” "fiinting
cloud,” and "silver crowd of net, sun-
painted swallows.” The illusion is de-
lightfal—You are not .looking at a falling
dusk. You behold a scene far remov
ed from all earthly associations, preserv
ing only the insignia of nature in a pure
and eternal medium. Twilight forms
the background, words, "sun” and
"moon” the dramatis personae.
The words are finely chosen for the clear
suggestions they convey.
There are no expletives, no reversions,
no overloading, nothing tawdry. All is
lucid, simple and direct. The concluding
conceit is particularly fetching. The
whole is an inspiration as innocent as is
sweet. And still he soars to a majestic
flight, which savors nothing of grandilo
quence, "Dian’s Silver Horn” which is
another gem in the trrasure trove of
"Prize Poems.”
There is an original music in this crea
tion of the author’s brain, worthy of Da
Musset and it is p trt invested with that
"hovering, wavering atmosphere of "pa
thos,” which DeMusset, knew so well
how to throw over his verse. This is a
very rural poem, and yet Theocritus
would not have disdained it. How beau
tiful is simplicity, hut alas, how rare!
Poets strains distort and paralyze a nat
ural thought, sometimes, hoping thns to
increase tne impressiveness. Mr. Rice’s
unaffected, artistically adorned state
ments, unsettled by meretricious rever
sion, will always command the respect of
those who possess the soul to appreciate
true symmetry in verse.
"Dian’s Silver Horn” is the supreme
star in the collection of poems which lie
here before uls, but "Autumn” is the soft
est, most dew* sentiment imaginable! "A
Prayer” is a %)ble phrase. "If it he the
province of a^ to conceal art,” Mr. Rice
n eminent degree,
gnates beauty as the sole
and of poetry. It is ob-
estriction is too sweeping,
of the soul is due to div-
esides the contemplation
A sense of sublimity is
possesses it i
Poe often d
province of a:
vious that tbii
Poetic elevati
ers other caus
of the beautiful."
poetical, rage is poeti-
ii—all subjective words
S I in proportion to
t
poetical, remorse!
cal, death is poetic
and passions are p(
their depth.
Hamlet is as much aVioetical character
as Ophelia, Lear as Cordelia. Mr. Rice s
poems have wrought a spell over the sense
of the reader; their is an unusual ring of
sincerity in his works.
"A Sheaf of Song” is a "perpetual feast
of nectared sweetness,” though the be
wildering maze of pretty descriptions is
not cloying.
How could anything be more delectably
conceived and described than the follow
ing image, which is a verse from "A Sheaf
of dong?”
"Lilacs beat their chilly lingers
On the pane; one rosebud lingers,
Still rebellious, vainly waiting
For the breeze that long has fled;
Broken in the frosted thickets
Are the red bird’s flutes; the crickets
Their gay songs are alternating
With a chord for pleasures dead.
Everybody who. has heard of Lord &
1 nomas great Chicago advertising agenev
i naotto—"Advertise Judicious
ly. Many are the novel ways in which
•“®?. lin P*®®® these two words upon the
public. Their latest plan is] to distribute
thousands of rules for measuring adver
tising space which bear this legend and
the compliments of the firm. Any gen
eral advertiser can secure one of these
convenient little articles *by writing for
And again:
Frosted boughs are sharply etching
Barren twigs against the Stretching-
Golden clouds—up-piled in wonder
In the Summer’s far retreat;
While above the burning clearing,
Caravans of geeae are steering
Southward, with their snowy under-
Wings, aglow with fiery heat.
Like the brown thrush that sings at
evening, his song is sometimes a fanciful
twitter, sometimes steady, calm and up
lifted; often it is resonant and occasion
ally we find the ocean like roll of Byron’s
inspiration in his happiest conceptions.
Perhaps the author of "When the spring
buds crack,” has not reached the high wa
ter mark of his genius yet—but there is
sufficient merit in his poems of youthful
inspirations "to assure the fulfillment of
that rare promise” in his work which Mr.
Fairman, a gifted poet himself, predicts,
as the fate of this successful Ballade wri
ter.
I am not a master of the Poet’s star
tuned elf, and cannot tell, whether the
subject cf this eulogy is destined to be
ranged among the classic writers of the
future—his song may be keyed to "The
Dorian word” for aught I know, but I do
feel convinced that this concord of voices
of commingling, beautiful thought, is to
usher in the herald beams of a bright and
glorious fame.
Another attractive and fascinating trait
of Mr. Rice’s poems is that weird, filmy
cast of thought, which smacks of Poe and
Coleridge, and yet the vein is brighter,
cheerier, more enlivening. What more
can I say ? A worthy trinmph needs no
praise from unskilled pens.
So, in the language of an ancient bard, I
will conclude my criticism of works whieh
have afforded me much enjoyment.
"God be in ye gentle dreamer, where’er
ye choose Jgbor!”
—Ruby Bkeyl Kyle.