NO. 2. HARTFORD, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 2, 1880. PRICE TEN CENTS. A N ewport Memory. VIII. and escorts thither his sisters and his—well, the rest (SOME DISTANCE AFTER PRAED.) She belled it at the Bellevue: of his family. A very considerable part of the I ogled at the Ocean, I. And sent each day a billet-doux exhibition, as it is at present, appeals peculiarly to Years—years ago—when first I thought Describing my emotion: feminine aesthetics. I alluded briefly, yesterday, Of writing rhymes and verses: Creating, yes, alas ! 'tis true, to the superb collection of paintings now on Ere 1 had learned to set at naught Some scandal—some commotion, The critics and their corses; loan which includes many fine pictures of the Among her lovers, not a few, best modern artists at home and abroad; and And didn't know that fame was bought By my intense devotion. From Editors, with purses,— those who care for the works of tlie old, or at IX. That girls were women, grown and taught, least considerably older masters, can find here, Ere they had left their nurses:— We met, my diary says, in June, The ball had hardly started— belonging to the Museum, two paintings by Ru­ II. I proved myself the landlord's boon, bens, a Murillo, a Velasquez, and several examples In short, when I was very gay, For which ray uncle smarted : of the Dutch and Spanish schools. The daily And full of youth's romancing; We breathed our vows 'neath July's moon tide turns toward the picture galleries first, bu t And apt at changing night to day, And swore to be true-hearted, with casual visitors these are soon "done," and And dollars into dancing; And when hot August closed—too soon, While on the waves at Newport bay We sighed, and wept,—then parted. with the present almost universal ceramic craze, One night the moon was glancing, I think the longest, certainly the most loving X. I met, and loved sweet Yora Gray, lingering is over the cases which contain the Eighteen, and—quite entrancing. We parted—those short months of joy To by-gones quickly faded: oriental porcelains. This magnificent collection III. While others came with their alloy, includes specimens whose " marks" date their Her hair was auburn, and not red, And brought new loves as they did ; manufacture in the reigns of different Chinese As claimed by some beholders ; I changed somewhat—grew less a boy, monarchs from 1426 down to the present century. A Grecian nose, and royal head, My college hopes were shaded— And very splendid shoulders ; Then, finding love too gay a toy, Many of these exhibit, with names of makers A fair white hand, and eyes that shed In railroad tickets traded. and place of manufacture, curious mottoes (in Their fire like charging soldiers; Chinese characters) such as, "May there be no And then, her dowry, it was said, XI. Would be in golden boulders. Years hurried by—our sad farewell limit to your happiness "—as certainly there is Became an old-time matter; not, while viewing this collection, unless the god IV. We met again, but, woe to tell, of covetousness uncomfortably interferes with There, where the dazzled young and old She scowled when I gazed at her; your otherwise quite unalloyed enjoyment. It is Through fortunes swiftly dash on; I heard her rubric-haired boy's yell, And in their living say they're sold And her tongue's discordant clatter, of no use trying even to barely catalogue what To heathen gods of fashion ; And she was not the Newport Belle, is here shown in the way of old white, celadon, Where grand turn-outs in gilt and gold But the wife of Dobbs, the hatter. crackle, blue grounds with slip decorations, mono­ Our lauding eyes would flash on ; II. T. SPERRY. chrome, variegated and mottled enamels, reticu­ We laughed, and sighed, and danced, and bowled, And nursed our tender passion. lated pieces, relief decorations, rice grain decora­ Our New York Letter. tions, bamboo covered egg-shell ware, blue and V. METROPOLITAN ART MUSEUM. white, rose and ruby, the greens, polychrome Her father was a country squire, Rich, old, and quite rheumatic: Correspondence of THE BAZAB BUDGET. decorations on white, and all the marvels of this She had a sister full of fire— NEW YOKE, June 1, 1880. collection of Chinese, Japanese, Corean, and Her brother was erratic ; By far the most attractive prominent exhibition Persian porcelain. The variety and splendor of She wrote; and made the press admire in the city, or anywhere in this country, is the color in many of these pieces are bewilderingly Her lines and tropes didatic: beautiful. All the private collectors in the And sang sweet songs about her lyre, Metropolitan Museum of Art, now located in To see me get extatic. Central Park. It is the growth of but ten years country are sure, some time or other, to see these gems, for to such pilgrims this Museum will be a VI. since its foundation, and yet already it has fairly Mecca. But from now till next October this de­ She led me oft a weary walk begun to be to New York what the more extensive Where beetling cliffs were frowning; South Kensington Museum is to London—only partment is immensely enhanced in interest and And bravely through the surf would stalk, that has an annual subsidy for its support of about attraction by the very valuable loans of Mr. To save some girl from drowning; .$1,000,000 from the British government, while our Prime, Mr. Hosack, Mrs. Genet, Mr. Munoz, She loved late suppers—knew the chalk Mrs. B arlow, Mr. Gord on, and other wealthy col­ Of those served up by Downing; Museum receives yearly but $13,500 from the city, Shone very bright in parlor talk, which is only about one-half enough to pay its im­ lectors who have generously placed these private And quoted Poe and Browning. perative expenses. The rest of the money needed treasures where the public can enjoy them, and who are quite sure to he equally liberal loaners to VII. comes from the few paying visitors on two days of the successive six months' exhibitions which add She talked of surplice, or of gown, each week, from annual and other members, and Of lager or of laces, from the private pockets of the directors who man­ so largely to the numberless objects owned by the Of B rougham's form, or Forrest's frown, age this great institution for the public benefit. Institution. Mr. Prime has also kindly loaned Of clowns or of the graces ; Probably the majority of the visitors, who some­ a large number of early-printed books and speci­ Of modern whims, or thoughts come down mens of early wood engraving, including works From old abnormal races; times number nearly 20,000 in a single day, are And wished the hotels, like the town, women; for nearly every man who goes there po­ of Albert Diirer; Mr. Joseph W. Drexel has sent Were full of handsome faces. litely becomes for the time a Pinafore Sir Joseph, here his collection of manuscripts and illumina­ 2 THE I '> A X A I* BT J DG E T . tions; Mr. Munoz and others, ancient American A Good Samaritan. heart, so that, while I didn't wish to cast the objects and relics of early Spanish occupation of shadow of my sorrow over you, I must tell you Thirty odd years ago a young man whom I America; and from other loaners there are enam­ my story. never saw, and of whom I had never heard, was els, arms, bronzes, ivories, miniatures, tapestries, "My poor boy," said the clergyman, rising and drowned in the Pacific ocean. To that fact I am embroideries, laces — in short a multitude of taking his guest's hand, "Now I know why I strangely indebted for the opportunity of putting marvels to engage the eye and taste and thoughts was impelled to speak to you from the moment on record here the Christian manliness of an for weeks in succession. Yet, I suppose, the you entered the car, as I felt you were in trouble. Episcopal clergyman whom I have not known most of the visitors go to the Museum once, I, too, have known sorrow, and can sympathize a fortnight. occupy an hour or so in walking through the with you. But you say you are from Connecti­ Two weeks ago a gentleman left Utica, New halls and galleries, and walking by the thousands cut. Did you ever hear of the L family in York, for a station on the Erie Railroad, by one of objects; but even one hour within those walls one of y our cities in that State?" of the railroads that intersects that great through is an event in one's life, and a whole day is a pos­ "Indeed I have. Mr. L. is an old family line. Absorbed in thought, he paid little atten­ itive advance in one's education. I have left to friend—" tion to the conductor who punched his ticket, or the last w hat are by far the most unique as well " Then I am more than glad, as Mr. and Mrs. L. to any of the passengers, except to note, with an as valuable of all the possessions of the Institu­ have been as father and mother to me these impulse to escape therefrom, that an elderly gen­ tion. These are the Di Cesnola collections, vast twenty years, and any kindness I can extend to tleman occasionally fastened his eyes upon him and various, of almost all sorts and of very great their friends will never repay what they have with a look of earnest inquiry.