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moral and religious influence Mr.
needier exerted upon those who fre
quented the hotel where he was a guest,
but of the great interest he mani
fested in their physical well-being, lie
joined heartily in their in-door and out
door amusements. He spent a good deal
of time in playing croquet a game of
which he was especially fond, and in
which he was an expert, lieing a skill
ful horseman, he enjoyed driving a
spirited four-in-hand team. I la was a
favorite with the children, into whose
sports he entered with real zest.
As an eloquent pulpit orator, as an
inimitable platform speaker, as a patri
otic citizen, as a noble Christian gentle
man, as a kind-hearted neighbor and
friend, as a true man among men, the
world has seldom if ever seen the equal
of Henry Ward Needier. T. J. E.
"TOLD YET AGAIN."
Another Winter lUvsldent Writes His
Impressions of Pineliurst.
"What do 1 think of Pineliurst," did
you say, Mr. Spinney?
I think about what other visitors
think. It is an "oft-told tale," and yet
it might be told again in a slightly differ
ent form.
The visitor, if he come on the evening
train and by the electric car through the
piney woods, will be startled by the
revelation that awaits him at his jour
ney's end ; for here Mr. Tufts made the
"wilderness bloom like the rose."' The
flashing of myriads of electric lights, and
every building from the Holly Inn to the
smallest cottage constructed in accord
ance with the most artistic designs of
modern architecture, may make oik;
think he has reached some fashionable
seaside resort. Nor will the illusion be
lessened when he sees the white sand
scintillating in a strong glare of light,
and fancies that he hears in the distance
the gentle swell of the ocean breaking
upon a sandy shore. But the ocean is
many miles away, and what he hears is
only the gentle zephyrs sighing through
the pines and singing a sad but satisfy
ing requiem over the grave of his depar
ted cares. A good supper surely awaits
him.
Now, if it be true that we, the tempo
rary sojourners at these health resorts,
are like
"Ships that pass in the night
And speak each other in passing;
Only a look, a voice,
Then darkness again,
And a silence,"
Then it is also true that in Pineliurst
that look is one of welcome, and that
voice always rings with the tones of
kindness and sympathy.
Morning comes and daily life begins ;
what is that daily life? Was it the liard
of Avon who wrote: "All the world's a
stage and the people only actors ?"' Then
life at Pineliurst may be called a drama
in six acts : three times to the dining
room, twice to the post office and once to
bed. The novitiate serves no apprentice
ship, but learns his part promptly and
becomes "letter perfect'' at the end of
twenty-four hours. Between the acts,
however, there is ample time for rest,
recreation and enjoyment.
First we explore the town site and
quickly find the fence, that terrible fence
which entirely surrounds the corporation
(125 acres), and by rival winter resorts
has been called a "Chinese wall;" which
it is not, but an ornamental wovcn-wire
fence six feet high, a wise provision for
keeping out cattle, sheep, "razor-back"
hogs and dogs; for it must be told that,
under the laws of Pineliurst, which are
as immutable as the laws of the Medes
and Persians,
"No dogs are found within this town,
And never will there be;
No mongrel, puppy, whelp nor hound,
Nor cur of low degree."
Any cats? I hear there are four,
though I have seen but three.
Just here I would like to say, in paren
thesis, that a lover of cats would willing
ly walk a mile to get, at the Casino, one
good look at Miss Uplum's beautiful
speciman of the feline species, whose
leonine color and proportions vividly re
call the grimalkin so graphically and
poetically described by Brete llarte; that
now historic cat
"That lit at llfteen pounds;
And other cats got up and slid
When that 'ere cat was round."
Someone said the other day : "There is
nothing to see here;" but that remark
was inspired by a slight tit of homesick
ness. There is much to see. One may
stroll about the grounds for hours, along
the circular and serpentine walks and
look at the beautiful lawns and horticul
tural productions. He may visit the
museum at the "shack," go to the park
and make immediate and familar acquaint
ance with the deer, see the peacocks, ad
mire their beauty and berate their vanity ;
search for and not find a long pole to
knock down the persimmons ; but if he
have ape-like agility he may climb the
trees and secure an abundance of this
now luscious fruit. He may make a trip
to the farm, to the nursery, to the livery
barns, to the hennery, to the power
house, to the mill pond, to the new arti
ficial lake, to Mclvenzie's mill, to the
spring, to the water-wheel and to Lin
den all within a radius of two miles.
Ah yes, on Sunday he may go to
church, a thing he too rarely does at
home, alleging that oft-repeated excuse
so potent there, so puerile here, want of
time.
There is abundant opportunity for
horseback riding and driving, and an ad
mirable chance of getting lost while
threading the maze of log and wood roads
through the forest. Practically this ac
cident never happens, I believe, save
when the young man pays less heed to
the route than to the pensive maiden by
his side.
The surrounding country is said to be
a paradise for hunters. Not being a
Nimrod, I claim no knowlege of this
subject farther than to say that I have
found it no very difficult matter to kick a
covey of quail out of the bunch grass,
when taking my daily walks. In addi
tion to these means of enjoyment, we
have the frequent excursions to adjoin
ing towns, the entertainments at the Vil
lage Hall and the evening gatherings at
the Holly Inn; where ennui is dissipated
by first-class orchestral music, by song
and dance, and where in quiet nooks I see
groups, very small ones indeed, and note
that
"Eyes look love to eyes that speak again,
And all goes merry as a marriage bell."
These groups at least have found the true,
the real (lolcefar niente.
I have studied the water supply, the
sewerage system and the natural drain
age from this elevated plateau and,
speaking from a medical standpoint, I
must unhesitatingly declare the sanitary
condition of Pineliurst to be practically
perfect.
What of the climate? During my five
weeks' sojourn I have frequently been re
minded of September in Pennsylvania.
At times of course the air is cool and
crisp, but invigorating, and not a Hake of
snow yet. A terrible blizzard in the
north will not of course be entirely un
felt here. One night only, the rain fell
and froze into a thin coating of ice, and
the wind howled through the trees until
it was
"A night a chiel might understand
The de'il hae business on his hands."
Ill cosy rooms,however, properly warmed
by steam heat or, better yet, by a stick
of fat pine blazing in the fireplace, we
could say with Tarn O'Shanter :
"The wund wi'oot may rave and rustle,
We needna mind the w und a whustle."
I find nobody here who is very sick,
and as there is no cemetery it must be
taken for granted that death, if not
actually impossible is at least not antici
pated. I do know that those with bron
chial and asthmatic troubles find relief,
the nervous and debilitated find strength,
the over-worked and tired ones find rest
and the heart-weary and sad find "sur
cease of sorrow," among these pleasant
surroundings and social enjoyments. 1
would like to name some whose acquain
tance I regard it an honor to have made,
and to acknowledge my indebtedness to
many for personal courtesies ; but I do
not forget that comparisons are always
invidious, and, besides this, the curtain is
just ready to rise on the third act of the
drama we are now playing on the Pine
liurst stage.
When we join in a race,
Each will strive to be winner;
Hut let me set the pace
When the goal is a dinner.
Walter II. Parcel.
A THOROUGH ARTIST.
Sir Edward J. Poynter's Great Care For
Minute Details.
It may almost be said that it is impossi
ble to appreciate the finished work ot this
artist without some knowledge of the con
tents of those portfolios which contain his
drawings. It at all events increases our
respect for the man and his art to know
how much thought and labor and thor
ough craftsmanship have gone to the
making of his more important composi
tions. For tho figure of St. George, for
instance, which we seo clothed in a com
plete suit of Maximilian armor, gleaming
through the dusk of tho lobby of "tho
house," ho thought it neccnry to draw
the figure nude, and not only nude, but
ecorche, and it was not unusual for him
about this time to make a study even of
the skeleton in the attitude required for a
figure. Such a drawing I have before mo
now a drawing for one of tho men, who
is stooping to pick up a stono to hurl at
St. Stephen, on one Bide tho figure nudo,
but fully fleshed ; on the other, trunk and
legs and arms "in tho bones."
Contrasted with such studies there are
others of great completeness and finish, but
still preparations one, for example, of
the same St. George, but fully armed,
with his attendant figures of Purity and
Fortitude fully draped and underneath
the shield of the United Kingdom, with
naked children on either side holding a
festoon. The work is bordered with a
band of roses conventionally treated and
executed in water colors with tho utmost
care, yet so broadly that when photo
graphed it looks like a fresco. This little
drawing, almost as beautiful in color as in
design, was experimental only. Tho shield
and the children were replaced by a moro
formal design for the mosaic. "Sir Ed
ward J. Ponyter, P. R. A.," by Cosmo
Monkhouse, in Scribner's.
CAMILLA.
Btrlke your guitar, fair Camilla, and sine the
wild song you are dreaming.
Let the lithe fingers fly swift o'er its strings
for your dark eyes are beaming '
Beaming with faraway fancies, Camilla, that
plead for expression.
Only thy vibrant guitar is attuned for the
sacred confession.
Now Camilla's fair fingers are plucking in
rapture the pulsating strings,
And her faraway eyes are intent on the Bcene
and the story she sings
Binging her song of Felipe, her hero intrepid
and true ;
Binging his praise and recounting what deeds
for her love he would do.
See the wild race after cattle, the broncho's
wide nostrils blood red I
Hear the hello of the herder Felipe, who
dashes ahead 1
Hist, how the lariat sings as it flies o'er tho
horns of a steer I
See the wild plunge and the horso standing
firm 1 Hear the bellow of fear I
Then, on the trail of Apaches, who leads tho
long marches by night ?
Who but Felipe would dare to press on o'er the
mesa to fight ?
Who but Felipe sits firm in his saddle when
rifles ring out in the dark?
Coolly he levels his weapon. The bullet flies
true to its mark.
Such is the song sweet Camilla is singing with
gaze far away ;
Such is the song, for she knows not how long
her Felipe will slay
Knows not that lone in the waste of the sage
brush her master lies, slain.
Ah, sweet Camilla, thy songs for Felipe, the
fearless, arc vain I
Charles A. Keeler in "The Land of Sunshine."
FERRYBOATS IN THE WAR.
A Veteran's Recollections of One He Saw
at Fortress Monroe In 1801.
"It is curious," said a veteran sol
dier, "how some incident or circum
stance may impart to a long familiar
object to which we have never given
any special thought a significance that
makes it always thereafter an object of
particular interest. The East liver fer
ryboats impress me in that way now
whenever I see one, and this was
brought about simply by seeing one of
them out of its accustomed waters amid
strange scenes and put to strange uses.
"This was in the fall of 1861, in
Hampton Roads. The regiment that I
served in was aboard a transport there,
waiting with other troops afloat there
to go farther south under convoy of a
fleet of war vessels. There was a great
number of vessels there of all kinds,
steamers and sailing vessels and war
ships, and they made an impressivo
show, but certainly the most striking of
any one of them on its first appearance
was an East river ferryboat, the Com
modore Perry. I can see her at this min
ute as she looked then, moving across
the waters of the Roads ; she looked so
utterly strange and curious there and
amid such surroundings. But she went
here and there with the most perfect
confidence, constantly employed in
transporting stores and troops and
making herself quite as much at home
there as she ever had been among the
currents and eddies of the narrow East
river.
"Other ferryboats were taken down
there. A soldier friend of mine tells
me that later, in the peninsular cam
paign, there was a New York ferryboat
in those wTaters that was used as a gun
boat, carrying two parrott guns, one at
each end, mounted in the gangways,
where the teams drive in and out. My
own impression is that one or two of
these boats went around Hatteras, into
waters farther south ; but, however that
may be, I shall never forget the first
time I saw the Commodore Perry at
Fortress Monroo, and to this day I never
go along South street without a feeling
of the keenest personal interest for every
ferryboat I see on the river." New
York Sun.