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Show HUMAN COMEDY IN STONE. The Basts Which WiU Adorn the New tX brary Building's at Washington. Nine busts in granite have been finished fin-ished for the exterior decoration of ths new library of congress in Washington. The worthies who first come to the front are Walter Scott, Dante, Demosthenes, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Emerson, Irving, Goethe, Benjamin Franklin and Ma caulay. Judging by newapapor cuts, a great variety of expression has been obtained by the respective artists who have mad these nine busts. Walter Scott has the intent, forward gaze of a oollego sprinter waiting f the word "ge. " Dante looks as if Dr. Chauncey M. Depew had just refused to accommodate him with a pass to Buff a lo. The model who sat for Demosthenes, was Puck's Weary Waggles. Benjamin Franklin is slyly chuckling over his success suc-cess in lodging a big charge of electric!- ry in Nathaniel Hawthorne's back hair. Macaulay has put on a beautifully and symmetrically curled wig. Ralph Waldo Wal-do Emerson has got the railroad pasi which Dante missed, Washington Irving Irv-ing is listening to the Hon. Amos J. Cummings' latest and best anecdote, and Goethe has just caught through his alert left ear an invitation to drink from a man whom his soul loathes. For picturesque animation the work of the seven sculptors seems meritorious. If this is only a beginning, the front oi the new library buildings bids fair to be a human comedy in stone. The appearance ap-pearance of the second nine will be waited with great interest. Washing ton Trffo THE GRAPEVINE SWING. Blithely whistling, with agile swing. Leaps the farmer's boy to the grapevine swing. To and fro, high and low. Up where the winds the branches blow. Flying down to lightly pass Where bare feet ripple the blue eyed grass. Up again in the Ennshine free, Back, in the shade of the maple tree, Spurning the ground with supple foot At the well worn 6pot at the maple's root. Higher; the branches strike his breast. There are three blue eggs in the robin's nestl Dropping, dropping, swiftly down. With a flying glimpse of the distant tows. Back and forth in the noontide glow. Swinging slower and still more slow. Idly rocking in sun pierced gloom to a tremulous pause in the vine's perfume. Springing at length where the grasses yield, Ee follows the men to the haying field. Mary L. Paine In Good Housekeeping. |