ean and didn't make no moves towards breakin' it
up.

Only he muttered sunthin' about not carin' so much about ile paintin's
as he did for lots of other things.

But I heeded him not, and sez I, "We will go early in the mornin' before
any one gits there." But I guess that several hundred thousand other
folks must have laid on the same plans overnight, for we found the rooms
full and runnin' over when we got there.

Before we got to the Art Palace, you'd know you wuz in its neighborhood
by the beautiful statutes and groups of figgers you'd see all round you.

The buildin' itself is a gem of art, if you can call anything a gem that
is acres and acres big of itself, and then has immense annexes connected
with it by broad, handsome corridors on either side.

It is Greek in style, and the dome rises one hundred and twenty-five
feet and is surmounted by Martiny's wonderful winged Victory.

Another female is depictered standin' on top of the globe with wreaths
in her outstretched hands.

Wall, I hope the figger is symbolical, and I believe in my soul she is!

You enter this palace by four great portals, beautiful with sculptured
figgers and ornaments, and as you go on in the colonnade you see
beautiful paintin's illustratin' the rise and progress of Art.

And way up on the outside, on what they call the freeze of the buildin'
(and good land! I don't see what they wuz a-thinkin' on, for I wuz jest
a-meltin' down where I wuz, and it must have been hotter up there).

But that's their way.

Wall, way up there and on the pediment of the principal entrances are
sculptures and portraits of the ancient masters of Art in relief.

In relief? That's what they called it, and I spoze them old men must
felt real relieved and contented to be sot down there in such a grand
place, and so riz up like. You could see plain by their liniments how
glad and proud they wuz to be in Chicago, a-lookin' down on that seen of
beauty all round 'em. Lookin' down on the terraces richly ornamented
with balustrades--down over the immense flight of steps down into the
blue water, with its flocks of steam lanches, and gondolas, like gay
birds of passage, settled down there ready for flight.

All the light in this buildin' comes down through immense skylights.

There is no danger of folks a-fallin' out of the winders or havin'
anybody peek in unless it is the man in the moon.

All round this vast room is a gallery forty feet wide, where you could