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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. No. 5