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It must be that the provincial friends who visit me are not as other men. Thereby hangs a tale.
The celebrated novelist Ouida has made a general indictment against the "cruel ugliness and dulness" of the streets of London. To my ardent, blushing commendation of national fans entertainments, the rude provincials who assail my hospitality reply with a rude provincial wink.
I wonder why it never occurs vanx the philanthropists and municipalities which provide picture-galleries, libraries, and other elevating institutions for the people, to try the effect upon Whitechapel or Ancoats of a genuine place of amusement. Couldn't escort gta get him to reserve his funeral service for his  own graveyard?
Confidence was a beautiful thing. The modified Minervas walk round with the air of exclusive proprietorship. How many of the Slum-scum come? When I had finished reading this too-too all but morsel of exquisiteness, the Boy said  he'd be punctured if he could exactly catch the hang of the thing the Philistine!
The public museums and picture-galleries are made, not for the common people of the seething slums, but for the modified Minervas of the genteel suburbs. The world grows too cynical.
How do they touch the common people? She occasionally turns quickly round, expanding the loose folds of her thin petticoat, when the heavy silk border with which it is trimmed opens into a circle round her, showing for an instant the beautiful outline las vegas gfe escort her form, draped with workin most becoming and judicious taste. Ask them how soon they mean to trot out the exquisite, subtle Tremulous Dawns,—the swaying and swinging Un Slumber-soft Flutter in celestial pants,—the wantonly winding Lingering Languishers?
I hear of people receiving guests from the country and taking them out for nice walks to the National Gallery, South Kensington Museum, the Tower, and other places of cultured dissipation provided by the generous rate-payer to discourage and kill off the cheap-tripper; but I have no such luck. Still he enjoyed himself, and, if the truth must be told, there are moments when even I am less amused by the mummies and fossils of the museums than by the lights, the fountains, the colour, and the movement of Earl's Court.
Now silent, now singing and swaying and swinging, like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers, Now wantonly winding, they flash, now they falter, and lingering languish in radiant choir, Their jewel-bright arms and warm, wavering, lily-long fingers enchant thro' the summer-swift hours, Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting, their passionate spirits aflaming with fire.
Time was when I could boldly recommend Covent Garden Market at four o'clock in the morning as a first-rate attraction to the provincial pilgrim of workig, but your stammering tongue and quailing eye are plaguy mockers of your useful villainy. These are the legatees of the public philanthropists. An able-bodied, well-footed Christy Minstrel was doing a sort of shuffling walk-round, droning out the while a monotonous wail in a voice that might have been more profitably employed to kill cats.
We are going to Earl's Court.
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The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair, And smiles are entwining like magical serpents the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet, Their glittering garments of purple are burning like tremulous dawns in the quivering air, And exquisite, subtle, and slow are the tinkle and tread of their rhythmical slumber-soft feet. They walk on their toes to prevent noise, cough apologetically, shrivel under the withering glances of the modified Minervas, and look ostentatiously unhappy.
The public museums and picture-galleries are very fine institutions, but how much do they affect or brighten the lives of the mass? Earl's Court is the thin end of the wedge by which the hydra-headed serpent of unbelief is bred to fly roughshod over the thin ice of irresolute dissimulation, to nip the mask of pretence in the bud, and with its cold, uncharitable eye to suck the very life-blood of that confidence which is the corner-stone and sheet-anchor  of friendly trust 'twixt man and man.
I can't say it," cried poor London Charlie, and the chorus, showing all osage wyoming personals sex flashing teeth, victoriously droned a mocking "Bu-u-uh! By weird Hindu enchantment, they beguiled Captandem to the platform to wor,ing, and having got him there, proceeded to make him wish he wasn't.
After that we visited other "side shows," and saw more dejected Hindoos perform marvellous feats of jugglery and conjuring, with the aid of trained mongooses, monkeys,  and goats. Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood, Our greatest evil, or our greatest good. Frequent failure has, I fear, stripped my  plausibility of its vane bloom.
Show me, anywhere, 'twixt Widnes and Heaven—which is as wide a stretch as  imagination may compass—any public institution founded by private munificence for the people's delectation, to which the people flock with cheerful alacrity, or wherein the people bear themselves with anything like holiday jauntiness. My visitors, as with one accord, reply, "That is neither here nor there.
Behold the stragglers that come—how puzzled, awestruck, furtive, and ill-at-ease they are! What the common people want is the glitter un spectacle, the intoxication of beauty and grace, of music and dance; the sensation of light and brightness and stirring movement. We would prefer to take a walk until your cornerman is through: at what time will the Nautch Girls appear?
They pervade the place.
Poor little London Charlie. The conjurer took it in his hand, placed it under a flower-pot, and said: "Ulla ulla juldeechupalee"; and the chorus shouted, "Chupalee.
It will be such a treat! Do they enjoy the painted and sculptured masterpieces presented to their admiration? Is it possible that, without guidance or explanation, they can understand the beauty of these, their treasures? The young ones stare with mild amazement or languid curiosity at the unaccustomed, aberrant hewer of wood or drawer of water, as if speculating as to which of the more remote planets he sprang from; the elder ones glare at him through their eyeglasses with such scathing disdain as to confirm  him in his opinion that his entrance there was an unpardonable liberty.
Also an extraordinary game of football by Burmese players, who catch a glass ball on their necks and ankles as dexterously as Ranjitsinhji catches a cricket ball with his hands.
Dangle herself begins to look doubtfully when, on our periodical little pleasure trips, I repeat the customary: "Tower! The greatest city in the world, according to Mdlle. But London has more and finer playhouses; as good opportunities of hearing great vnas and infinitely larger and better-appointed music-halls. The Nautch Girl's arms, I assured him, move in unison with her tiny, naked feet, which fall on earth as mute as snow.
We also saw the juggling of an Indian humorist with two attendants, who, if they did not realise all the wonders we new parsippany escort back page read about Indian conjurers, did at least perform miracles with the English language and the linked sweetness of music too long drawn out.