<h2><SPAN name="Letter_16" id="Letter_16"></SPAN>Letter 16.</h2>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">London.</span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dear Charley</span>:—</p>
<p class="text">Now that the excitement consequent on the
opening of the Crystal Palace has in some degree
subsided and curiosity to a certain extent satisfied,
we are enabled to obtain more lucid ideas of this extraordinary
building and its wondrous contents. The
admission for several days was one pound, and at this
high price the visitors were of the most fashionable
character. We have been much pleased in looking
at the very fine equipages that throng the roads
around the park. The carriages, horses, end liveries
are in the best possible taste. When we entered,
the palace was no longer heightened in splendor
by the presence of the sovereign and her brilliant
court. The superb canopy which overshadowed
the <i>dais</i> on which the gorgeous chair had stood,
alone remained to indicate that there England's
queen had performed the inaugural rites; but the
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_105" id="Page_105" title="105"></SPAN></span>great facts of the exhibition remained. The crystal
fountain still played, the magnificent elms appeared
in their spring garniture of delicate green beneath
the lofty transept, and the myriad works of skill,
art, and science lay around, above, and beneath us.
I entered the building by its eastern door, and,
immediately on passing the screen which interposes
between the ticket offices and the interior, the whole
extent of the palace of glass lay before me. Fancy
yourself standing at the end of a broad avenue,
eighteen hundred and fifty feet in length, roofed
with glass, and bounded laterally by gayly-decorated,
slender pillars. The effect was surpassingly beautiful.
Right and left of this splendid nave were other
avenues, into which the eyes wandered at will; for
no walls, no barriers are to be found in the whole
building; all is open, from floor to roof, and from
side to side, and from the eastern to the western
extremity.</p>
<p class="text">Proceeding westward, I saw the compartments
allotted to our own country. The first thing I noticed
was a piece of sculpture,—the dying Indian,—a
fine production, though perhaps a trifle overdone.
Then came an American bridge, which painters
were still at work upon; and then, backed by drapery
of crimson cloth, that splendid creation of
genius, the Greek Slave, which will immortalize the
name of Hiram Powers. I shall not, I think, be
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_106" id="Page_106" title="106"></SPAN></span>accused of national partiality when I assert that this
statue is, in sculpture, one of the two gems of the
exhibition. Perhaps, if I were not from the United
States, I should say it was "<i>the gem</i>." When I
come to tell you of the Italian marbles, I shall refer
to that production of art which can alone be thought
to dispute the palm of superiority with it. Every
one expresses the highest admiration at the Slave,
and a crowd is constantly around the spot. One
old gentleman, who was in an ecstasy over the
sculpture, very sharply rebuked a person complaining
of the paucity of the American productions,
with "Fie, <i>there</i> is one thing America has sent, that
all Europe may admire, and no one in Europe can
equal." Turning aside from this "breathing marble,"
I examined the American exhibition of products
and manufactures. I confess to you I felt mortified
with the comparative meagreness of our show,
because it contrasts poorly with the abundance exhibited
by nations far inferior to us in skill and
enterprise. Still, we have much to show; but the
useful prevails over the beautiful. I am quite sure,
too, that there are things here which will compel
attention, and carry away calm, dispassionate approbation
from the jurors. The United States exhibits
numerous specimens of tools, cordage, cotton and
woolen fabrics, shawls, colors, prints, daguerreo-types,
silver and gold plate, pianos, musical instru<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_107" id="Page_107" title="107"></SPAN></span>ments,
harnesses, saddlery, trunks, bookbinding, paper
hangings, buggies, wagons, carriages, carpetings,
bedsteads, boots and shoes, sculls, boats, furs, hair
manufactures, lithographs, perfumery, soaps, surgical
instruments, cutlery, dentistry, locks, India rubber
goods, machinery, agricultural implements, stoves,
kitchen ranges, safes, sleighs, maps, globes, philosophical
instruments, grates, furnaces, fire-arms of
all descriptions, models of railroads, locomotives,
&c. You may add to these fine specimens of all our
produce, as cotton, sugar, tobacco, hemp, and the
mineral ores—iron, lead, zinc, plumbago, tin, and
copper, coals of all kinds, preserved meats, &c., &c.</p>
<p class="text">I wish, Charley, you could go with me into a
door south of the transept, over which, in oddly-shaped
letters, are the words "<span class="smcap">MEDIÆVAL COURT</span>."
The very name reminds one of Popery, Puseyism,
and Pugin. This mediæval court absolutely dazzles
one's eyes with its splendors. Auriferous draperies
line the walls; from the ceiling hang gold and silver
lamps—such lamps as are to be seen in Romish
chapels before the statues of the Virgin; huge candlesticks,
in which are placed enormous candles;
Gothic canopies and richly-carved stalls; images of
he and she saints of every degree; crucifixes and
crosiers; copes and mitres; embroideries, of richest
character, are all here—things which the mother
of harlots prizes as the chosen instruments by which
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_108" id="Page_108" title="108"></SPAN></span>she deceives the nations. And truly beautiful are
many of these things as works of art; but it is
only as works of art that any Christian can admire
them. As I gazed on the rich tissues and golden
insignia, I mourned for poor corrupt human nature,
to which alone such gewgaws could be acceptable.
How would Paul or Peter have stared, had they
been required to don such glittering pontificals as
are here to be seen! While I feel great respect
for Pugin's ability as an architect and designer, I
have profound pity for those who are deluded by
these gorgeous symbols of a gloomy, cruel, and
heartless creed.</p>
<p class="text">There is a large golden cage, not altogether unlike
a parrot's; and there is a press, indeed. What
calls such attention from the multitude? I join the
gazers, and see what at first appears to be three
pieces of irregularly-shaped glass, white and glittering;
one large piece, about the size of a walnut,
and two others a little larger than marbles. What
renders that bit of glass so attractive? Glass! no;
it is "a gem of purest ray serene"—a diamond—the
diamond of diamonds—the largest in the world.
In short, it is the Kohinoor; or, as the Orientals
poetically called it, "the mountain of light." Its
estimated value is two millions sterling—enough to
buy the Crystal Palace itself, nine times over. The
history of this precious gem is romantically curious.
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_109" id="Page_109" title="109"></SPAN></span>It belonged to Runjeet Sindjb and is now an English
trophy.</p>
<p class="text">Let us enter that partially-darkened chamber, and
stand before a painted glass window, the production
of Bertini, of Milan. I can't describe this extraordinary
production. It is illustrative of Dante, and,
for brilliancy of color and harmony of combination,
it is not surpassed by the much-vaunted specimens
of past ages.</p>
<p class="text">"From the sublime to the ridiculous," said
Burke, "there is but a step;" and at not much
greater distance from this Dantean window is a
German toy stand. It is amusing to observe a big,
"Tenbroek" sort of son of Allemagne, arranging
tiny children's toys. The contrast between the
German giant and the petty fabrics he is setting off
to the best advantage, provokes a smile.</p>
<p class="text">Let us join the throng rushing into the suite of
rooms furnished by the upholsterers of Vienna.
These rooms are indeed magnificent, and must
afford a high treat to the lovers of wood carving.
There is a bookcase, which is almost a miracle of
art; the flowers seem to wave, and the leaves to
tremble, so nearly do they approach the perfection
of nature. Then there is, it is said by judges, the
most superb bed in the world; it is literally covered
with carvings of the most costly and delicate description.
Since the time of the famous Grinling Gib<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_110" id="Page_110" title="110"></SPAN></span>bons,
the English carver, nothing has been seen like
it. These Austrian rooms are among the great
guns of the show, and will repay repeated visits.</p>
<p class="text">Here stands the glorious Amazon of Kiss, of
Berlin. This group, of colossal proportions, represents
a female on horseback, in the act of launching
a javelin at a tiger which has sprung on the fore
quarter of her affrighted steed. This is a wonderful
work of art, and places its author in the first
rank of sculptors. Nothing can surpass the lifelike
character of the Amazon's horse and the ferocious
beast. As a tribute to the genius of Kiss, a grand
banquet is to be given to him by the sculptors and
artists of England. Well does he deserve such an
honor.</p>
<p class="text">Close by the Amazon is a colossal lion in bronze.
This is the softest piece of casting I ever saw; the
catlike motion of the paw is perfectly lifelike. I
turn back again to that Amazon. I could gaze on
the agony of that horse for hours, and think I should continue
to discover new beauties.</p>
<p class="text">The Crusader, a colossal equestrian statue of
Godfrey of Bouillon, is also very imposing. The
entire floor is covered in the centre of the avenue,
from east to west, with beautiful statues, models, &c.</p>
<p class="text">We ascended to one of the galleries for the purpose
of taking a bird's eye view of the gay, busy
scene; and a most splendid scene was thrown open
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_111" id="Page_111" title="111"></SPAN></span>to our gaze. Far as the eye could reach, the building
was alive with gayly-dressed people, who, amidst
statues, and trophies, and trees, and fountains, wandered
as in the groves of some enchanted land. As
I strolled onwards, I came to where a tiny fountain
sent up its silvery jet of <i>eau de Cologne</i>, and an
assistant of Jean Marie Farina, from a little golden
spoon, poured on my handkerchief, unasked, the
odoriferous essence. Then we lingered to witness
two of the noblest cakes, the sight of which ever
gladdened the heart of a bride. Gunter, the great
pastry cook, was the architect of the one which was
a triumph of taste. The other was adorned with
Cupid and Psyche-like emblems. Then came wax
flowers, beaded artfully with glass, so as to appear
spangled with dewdrops. Then we inspected Cashmere
shawls, on which I saw many a lady cast
looks, of admiration, and, I almost fancied, of covetousness.</p>
<p class="text">Down again, and we are beneath the transept.
Beautiful, head, far higher than the tops of the
huge elm-trees, is a crystal arch which spans this
intersecting space. Around are marble statues,
which gleam lustrously amid the foliage of tropical
plants, which, shielded from the chilling air without,
seem to be quite at home here. And in the midst
up rises Osler's crystal fountain—a splendid affair,
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_112" id="Page_112" title="112"></SPAN></span>twenty-seven feet in height, and consisting of four
tons of cut glass. So exquisitely is it arranged that
no metal, either of joint or pipe, can be seen. It
is "one entire and perfect chrysolite." From its
lofty summit issues forth a dome of water, which
separates, and falls in prismatic showers into a spacious
basin beneath. There are three other fountains,
but this is the monarch of all. On either side
of this beautiful production of a Birmingham manufacturer
are two equestrian statues of the queen
and Prince Albert, about which I cannot speak in
admiration. Groups of figures line the sides of the
transept, and there is a Puck which I would like all
friends to look at. O, he is alive with fun, and
there marble speaks and laughs.</p>
<p class="text">We have been greatly delighted with the English
room of sculpture. There is a fine portrait
statue of Flaxman, from the chisel of Franks; a
very clever statue of John Wesley; but if I were
to chronicle all the sculptures here, I may as well
write a catalogue at once. But before I quit the
subject of marble, let me just allude to the Italian
gallery. There the specimens are indeed exquisite,
and remind us that the genius of art yet loves to
linger in the "land of the cypress and myrtle"—in
that beautiful country</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Where the poet's eye and painter's hand<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Are most divine."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="text"><span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_113" id="Page_113" title="113"></SPAN></span>Among the gems of marble is one which I told, you
was the only possible rival of Powers's Greek Slave.
This lovely production is "the Veiled Vesta." It
represents a young and exquisitely-formed girl,
kneeling and offering her oblation of the sacred fire.
Her face is veiled; but every feature is distinctly visible,
as it were, through the folds which cover her
face. So wonderfully is the veil-like appearance
produced, that myself and others were almost inclined
to believe that some trick of art had been
practised, and a film of gauze actually hung over
the features. It was not so, however; the hard
marble, finely managed, alone caused the deception.
Raffael Monti, of Milan, is the illustrious artist of
"the Veiled Vesta."</p>
<p class="text">One of the most interesting machines in the
whole exhibition is the envelope machine of Messrs.
De la Rue & Co., of London. In its operations
it more resembles the efforts of human intellect
than any thing I have seen before in machinery. It
occupies but a small space, and is worked by a little
boy. In a second, and as if by magic, a blank
piece of paper is folded, gummed, and stamped, and,
in fact, converted into a perfect envelope. As soon
as finished, a pair of steel fingers picks it up, lays
it aside, and pushes it out of the way in the most
orderly manner possible. These envelopes, so
made, are given to all who choose to accept them.
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_114" id="Page_114" title="114"></SPAN></span>Opposite to this machine is the stand of Gillott, of
steel pen celebrity. Here are pens of all sizes, and
of various materials. One monster pen might fit a
Brobdignagian fist, for it is two feet long, and has a
nib one quarter of an inch broad; and there are
others so small that no one but a Liliputian lady
could use them. Between these extremes are others
of various dimensions, arranged in a very tasteful
manner. Something must be got out of this branch
of business, for it is only a month or two since
Mr. Gillott purchased an estate for ninety thousand
pounds sterling. Here, too, is a novelty—the
model of St. Stephen's Church, Bolton, Lancashire.
The model and the church itself are both composed
of terra cotta. This material was also employed
in the construction of the principal fittings,
such as the screen, pews, organ gallery, pulpit,
&c. This is a new adaptation of terra cotta. The
spire severely tests its capabilities, as it is of open
Gothic, or tracery work.</p>
<p class="text">A large model of Liverpool is beautifully constructed
to scale, and must be the result of immense
labor. It is twenty-five feet long, and exhibits at a
glance a bird's eye view of the town, the docks, the
River Mersey, and the adjacent places. Hundreds
of miniature vessels, amongst them the Great Britain,
crowd the docks; fleets of merchantmen are
seen on the Mersey, sailing to and from the port;
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_115" id="Page_115" title="115"></SPAN></span>and in the busy streets, so minutely delineated that
any particular house may be distinguished, numerous
vehicles are seen, and hundreds, too, of pygmy men
and women are observed walking in the public ways.
In short; it is Liverpool in a glass case, and no mean
exhibition in itself.</p>
<p class="text">The Thames Plate Glass Company exhibit the
largest plate of glass in the world; its dimensions are
eighteen feet eight inches by ten feet. There is not
a blemish on its brilliant surface, and it is as "true"
as possible. It is placed in such a position that it
reflects the whole length of the main avenue of the
Crystal Palace, and the effect produced is superb.
A Catholic bookseller from Belgium makes quite a
display of his editions of devotional works for every
country under heaven; and there, too, are the effigies
of Cardinal Boromeo, Thomas à Becket, and
the late Archbishop of Paris, all arrayed in full pontificals.
Their crosiers are very richly jewelled.
If the apostles of Christ could revisit the earth, they
would never fancy that these were their successors
in the work and patience of the gospel.</p>
<p class="text">Few things have impressed me more than the exquisite
carvings and elaborate work of the cabinet
ware; and I must, Charley, try to describe one
piece of furniture which excites universal praise. It
is a cabinet made by John Stevens, of Taunton. It
was prepared at great cost, and is the gem of the
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_116" id="Page_116" title="116"></SPAN></span>carved work in the exhibition. The wood of which
it was composed was a walnut-tree, which, not long
ago, flourished near Taunton. In order that you
may not suppose, I praise every thing too highly, and
without sufficient ground for admiration, I shall give
you a particular description of this incomparable
piece of furniture. It represents, in four beautifully
carved male figures, executed after the style of
Gibbons, the periods of Youth, Manhood, Maturity,
and Old Age, whilst other four (female) figures, beautifully
brought up in good relief, are representative
of the Passions. Here there was an opportunity for
displaying some fine needlework; and Miss Kingsbury,
a lady of the town, who has received from
the hand of royalty a reward for her talents, has
turned the opportunity to good account, and produced
some appropriate work, displaying a skill
truly astonishing. This is not the least attractive
portion of the cabinet, and, as we shall again, have
to advert to it in its order, we leave it for the present.
The carved figure of the Youth represents him
at twenty years of age. The countenance is finely
wrought, and marks the innocency and candor of
the young heart; the open brow, the love-lighted
eye, all exemplifying characteristics of that period
of life, untrammelled with care or anxious thought.
In his hair, well brought out from the solid wood, is
intertwined the violet, the primrose, and the cow<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_117" id="Page_117" title="117"></SPAN></span>-slip,
emblematical of the season—being the spring
time of life. In the right hand of the figure is
attached a portion of a festoon of carved flowers,
which connects it with the other four figures. The
left hand is extended, pointing to Manhood. This
figure denotes the period when forty summers have
ripened the man, and brought the noblest work of
God to that stage of his more powerful intellect, his
keener judgment, stronger frame, and more lasting
energy. These characteristics are most admirably
depicted. In his locks are carved the rose, the lily,
the pink, and the carnation, the strawberry and the
gooseberry—emblematical of the summer time of
life. In the right hand the figure receives the festoon
of flowers from Youth, and in the left it supports
the frame of the cabinet. The festoon is
carried on to Maturity, which represents the time
when sixty years bring him to the period of decline.
Its right hand assists, with the left of that of Manhood,
in supporting the cabinet. Encircling his
brow are corn ears and wine cups, together with
barley, wheat, grapes, and hops, the whole of which
are most elaborately and finely chiselled. The hand
of Maturity points downward to Old Age. The furrowed
brow, the sunken cheek, the dim and glassy
eye observable in this figure, conveys the mournful
intelligence that the sand of life is fast approaching
its last little grain. The bent form and the thoughtful
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_118" id="Page_118" title="118"></SPAN></span>brow tell that Time, the consumer of all things,
has also ravaged a once erect and powerful frame.
The contemplation of this figure, beautifully executed
as it is, intuitively inculcates a serious consideration
of the value and blessings of a temperate;
and well-spent life; it induces a thoughtful reflection
that a life of goodness alone insures an end of
peace. The holly, the mistletoe, the ivy, the acorn
shell, the leafless branch, and the fruitless vine encircle
the brow-fit emblems of the period which
marks an exchange of time for eternity. All the
figures are rendered complete by a carved lion's foot,
at the bottom of each, and above the feet is a connecting
frame, to make that portion of the stand
perfect. Between the figures of Spring and Summer
are carved flowers and fruit in great profusion,
emblematical of the seasons, and forming a fine
piece of work; it represents the all-important fact
that time flies, by an hourglass borne on the wings
of a splendidly-carved eagle, and suspending from
the bird's beak are the letters, curiously wrought,
forming <span class="smcap">Tempus Fugit</span>. This rests on a globe,
representative of the earth, which is half sunk in a
shell of water, overflowing the wheel of time, and
shedding on fruit and flowers its refreshing dew.
The space between the figures of Autumn and Winter
is filled with carvings of the chrysanthemum,
holly, ivy, and autumn fruit, intertwined with
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_119" id="Page_119" title="119"></SPAN></span>consummate skill and taste. The garland, or festoon,
which is carried through, and sustained, as before
stated, by each of the four figures, is composed of
every flower indigenous to this part of the land, and
introduced emblematically to the time in which they
severally bloom.</p>
<p class="text">Above the figures, and resting on their heads, is
a stand or frame to receive the top part, containing
the drawers, doors, &c., and is constructed in a peculiar
manner on the bevel, that the eye may easily
rest on some beautiful lines from Thomson's Seasons.
Over the head of Youth, in this frame, is a
basket of strawberries, cherries, raspberries, and
early fruit, surrounded with leaf work, enclosing a
panel of needlework, covered with bent plate glass,
and the motto,—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i2">"——— Chief, lovely Spring,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In these and thy soft scenes the smiling God is seen."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="text">Then follows the carved figure representing Summer.
Over the head of it is a basket, containing currants,
strawberries, gooseberries, apples, pears, peaches,
and other fruits, enriched with leaf work, the lily and
the rose completing the centre. Between the Summer
and Autumn baskets and a panel are the following
mottoes, each season having one:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Child of the sun! refulgent Summer comes,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">In pride of youth;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While Autumn, nodding o'or the yellow plain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Comes jovial on."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_120" id="Page_120" title="120"></SPAN></span></p>
<p class="text">Then follows the Autumn basket, containing
grapes, pears, filberts, &c., surrounded with leaf
work. The panel of needlework next appears for
Winter, with these lines:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"See! Winter comes to rule the varied year,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sullen and sad;"<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p class="text">and over the head of the Winter figure is placed a
basket of walnuts, medlars, &c. Here is the frame
of the cabinet, which contains about eighty drawers
in fine walnut wood, enriched with fuschia drops in
silver, and coral beads for drop handles; the wood
work is relieved with silvered plate glass; also
small doors with plate glass for needlework, in wild
flowers. This completes the interior of the frame.</p>
<p class="text">The exterior represents three carved doors, in
fine relief: over Spring and Summer is the convolvulus,
entwined round the frame; then follows the
centre door, in fine relief—the grape vine, full of
fruit, being very prominent. The door over Autumn
and Winter is enriched with carvings of barley and
hop vine. Between each of these doors are pilasters,
forming four female figures, holding in their
hands the emblems of the seasons, and a newly-invented
glass dome head, in an elegant form, for the
protection of knitted flowers in Berlin wool. The
wood work is tastefully arranged, springing from
each group of flowers over the heads of the female
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_121" id="Page_121" title="121"></SPAN></span>figures, with mouldings to receive the bent plate
glass, and is enriched with fine carvings of fruit and
flowers. At the extreme top of this glass dome
stands a beautiful figure of Peace, with extended
wings, bending over the globe, holding in one hand
the olive branch, and with the other pointing to the
Deity.</p>
<p class="text">Having thus given a description of the carvings
of this splendid cabinet, let me turn your attention
to the enrichments in needlework, worked on black
velvet, from nature, by Miss Kingsbury. The mottoes
in frame for the different seasons are worked
in floss silk of various colors; the inside doors—five
in number—with wild flowers; and in front are
rich specimens of raised embroidery, extending to
the inside, and protected with plate glass. Miss
Kingsbury is a young lady of Taunton, who has
made this kind of work her peculiar forte.</p>
<p class="text">Above the doors, also, are knitted flowers in Berlin
wools, which fill the dome head, and are protected
with bent plate glass. Almost every flower,
as they bloom, are to be distinguished in these rich
bouquets, with which the honeysuckle and passion
flower are beautifully entwined.</p>
<p class="text">Now, what think you of such a cabinet as this?
Well, Charley, there are scores and scores of objects
as much deserving a full description as this.</p>
<p class="text">The department of machinery and steam power
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_122" id="Page_122" title="122"></SPAN></span>is entirely beyond my ability to speak of in proper
terms. I have little mechanical genius, and I never
am more out of my element than When surrounded
by fly wheels, cylinders, and walking beams.</p>
<p class="text">If our friend Ike had been here, lie would have
been perfectly at home; and his pleasure and profit
in this department would have surpassed any I could
experience. I have only glanced at a few of the
wonderful things in this wonderful place, and yet I
have far exceeded the bounds of an ordinary letter.</p>
<p class="center">Yours affectionately,</p>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">j.o.c.</span></p>
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