Little Rock ladies' journal., August 02, 1884, Image 1

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Little Rock Ladies’ Journal.
Vol. !•
HTErLBIES’ JOURNAL.
7 Tw. Lougliborough, Editress and Manager.
MrIgILBEKT KNAPP,
mrs. w. a. < IHE '> Associate
MBS. SAM TA IE,
SomGINEWOODKUFF, Writers.
fSjmTin business enterprises, can find with
this journal special rates of advertising.
ideertisements or Subscriptions, and matter
Mended for Ike columns of our paper, we desire
Messed “Little Rock Ladies’ Journal,” as
we are now combined with the Rural and
WORKM AN.
Our Journal appears this week with a new
cover, which some of our friends have prom
ised to fill with advertisements by our next
issue. This is one of the many improvements
we expect to have during the coming mob ths.
Subscribers will please notify us of any
non-arrival of Ladies’ Journal.
Hereafter our designation will be Ar
kansas Ladies’ Journal. As so many ladies
in the state are interested with us, we think
it fair to include all ladies of the state.
The Panama canal, it is affirmed, will be
completed in 1888, though aom« distinguished
American engineers gainsay this assertion
made byM. DeLesseps. English authorities
deputed to examine into the matter, declare
that the enterprise across the Isthmus pro
gresses most favorably.
Attorney-General Brewster, so late tele
grams inform us, has arrived at Howard’s
hotel. Long Branch. The advent of his eight
carriages, seven horses, seventeen trunks,
&c., &c., is duly chronicled. That Mr.
Brewster has a magnificent inherited fortune
is well known in Philadelphia. There it is
also known that the intellectual Miss Brews
ter, who lives in Rome, was deprived of a
large portion of her fortune by her astute (?)
brother, who crippled his sister’s inheritance
to increase his own, by ways best known to
pettifoggers.
Lr. Lyman Abbot, in the Church Union,
speaks of the 1 ‘minister killer or church
tramp. An individual who for twenty-five
years of the principal years of his life laughs
a t religion, feigns infidelity, and scoffs at the
minister. But in the extremities of life,
"ben tried by the bitter sorrows that so hu
manize the heart, he turns to the minister and
re church and knocking at their doors would
aSv prayers and counsel. This is true in
80lne degree; a man may tramp the land, yet
Uln L»r help wh< n he needsit, and is often
an ed by charity when he applies. But the
Ul ch, the consolation of Christ’s love, is
y ottered to all, and one cannot be called
r . laiu l’ ' y bo turns in extremity to his dearest
leil( L ( hrist the consoler of the world.
as wor ld seem to increase
j. , ' enlightenment proceeds. Politics, re
and temperance— each if rightly used,
LITTLE ROCK, AUK., AUGUST 2, 1884.
noble accessories to a thoughtful human life. i
Y r et each so strangely used by individuals in f
times of excitement, that one marvels that ’
the human mind can be so possessed by va- ’
garies. This summer places upon record i
many wild and foolish acts of the so-called
“Delegates” of “ism.” The wildest and
most foolish, however, is the irreverence that >;
brings in the sacred name of our most high
God, in jesting and triumphant declamation.
Indeed, we are coming to believe that one of
the rarest gifts individuals possess amid the
swift transitions of life to-day, is good sense ,
and a level head.
BRIGHT DAYS ABROAD.
I
MRS. S. TATE.
We passed, some happy days on Chamouni.
Days when we climbed the mountains on foot
or mule back, and drank in the pure air and
sunshine with glorias in our hearts; days when
we ascended from velvet turfs to cross a Sea
of Ice; when we took dinner above the clouds
and descended to the valley to watch the light
fade from the western sky; days when we did
nothing but rest and dream in the beauty of
the valley, saying our evening prayers in the
quaint, old church , and feeling ourselves “far
from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife,”
in love and harmony with nature. Now we
were to leave it all and part with friends,
whom we had met as strangers but a week
ago, so easily can the civilities of congenial
travellers develop into pleasant friendships.
Os all the recitals of these wonderful travellers
I was most interested in their descriptions
and impressions of the Passion Play, though 1
I could not do justice to the first, if I should
try. The “citizen of the world”—as we
called him—said the vivid picture of the sac
rifice and sufferings of Christ had made a
Christian of him, while his clever maiden sis
ter thought it highly sacreligious; the girl
with the May morning face spoke her impres
sions only by the deep feeling in her eyes,
and the jolly student declared it ‘fiat, don’t
you know,’ and ‘a bore,’ and confided to the
youth of our party, that his cousin was “a,
convert, who had wept and worshipped
through the entire religious farce.” Our
bachelor said he had traveled so much in
Italy and Switzerland, there were three things
he hoped never to see again, viz: An infant
Jesus, a Virgin Mary, and a dead Christ, but
I will mention here, we considered our bach
elor very much of a heathen. Our last moi .i
--ing in the valley, our‘citizen of the world’
repeated Coleridge’s hymn at sunrise as if
inspired, and we recalled his impressions of
the Passion Play long after they had departed
for Italy over the Simplon, while we returned
to Geneva for a night. As we sat on the
balcony of the hotel, the stars were reflected
in the waters of the lake; lighted pleasure
boats passed each other like fire-flies in the
soft night air; voices of yodling in solos and
quartettes floated across the water, and stroll
ing musicians sang gracefully at intervals un
der our balcony. All without was joyous and
calmly beautiful, but in a room very near us,
a child was dying and sympathy for heart
sick and home-sick Americans made us forget
we were strangers, as we shared the night
watches. Next morning we took an excur
sion boat for Vevay, and in such a crowd of
merry pleasure-seekers, one could almost
forget there was any sorrow in the world;
ahis, for the bitterness that ‘every heart
knoweth,’ and the changing scenes of every
day life. The waters of the lake were as blue
as summer skies, and pretty villas and villages
lay on its margin. We passed Versoix and
Coppet came in view with all the interest of
association as the home and burial place of
Madame de Stael, and the place chosen by her
[father —the Minister Neckar—to pass the last
years of his life in honorable retirement.
Then Nyon appeared with its old, historic
castle and magnificent views of the Jura range
and the lake; next Ouchy, where Byron wrote
the Prisoner of Chilion, then the city of
Sausanne with its beautiful surroundings,
which the Jura seems to enclose as if in
special protection, and the mountains rose
higher and grander till we arrived at Vevay.
[to be continued.]
Mrs. Albany has a pretty bronze inkstand
which represents Cupid forging arrows. Leav
ing her house in the care of servants during
the summer, she missed on her return, among
other things, a tiny bronze arrow which had
formed part of Cupid’s paraphernalia, and
which had been held in his left hand on the
anvil as he knelt with the other arm uplifted
to strike a blow. An unavailing search for
the arrow ensued.
i “I have an idea, mamma,” said little Katy.
“Until we find the arrow, I am going to put a
match in its place. It fits right in, and it
will do about as well, because, you know,
Cupid is a great match-maker.”
Miss Blanche Willis Howard is reported to
be a magnificent blonde ol generous propor
tions, with hazel eyes. Miss Phelps is tall,
dark-haired, with long features, facile mouth,
and sympathetic deep blue eyes. Nora Perry
Las a petite and finely modelled figure, clear
gray eyes, and luxuriant gold-colored hair.
Miss Alcott is very tall and stately, with thick
dark hair, bluish-gray eyes, and strong fea
tures. Mrs. Burnett is of medium height,
and inclining to embonpoint. Her hair is a
reddish gold, her features large, and her tace
lighting up in conversation.
According to recent advices the Newport
belles are rigidly excluding every particle of
lace and jewelery from their satin bodies and
exhibiting an untrimmed corsage, innocent of
any adornment save a cluster of softly tinted
blush or crushed roses without foliage.
The “Saratoga” toilet par excellence has
been made part of her summer wardrobe for
a young married lady who is handsome and
distinguished. It is short, and consists of a
skirt of light blue satin mervellieux, combin
ed with blue and salmon pink brocade. The
overdress is of cream Spanish lace, as are the
sleeves also, the bodice and draperies of the
brocade.
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