And you can tell the Russian pavilion as fur as you can see it by its dark, strong architecture.

Along the outer court runs a long platform ornamented with urns and vases of hewn marble and other hard stuns, from the exile mines of Siberia.

I wondered how many tears had wet the stuns as they wuz hewn out.

But, howsumever, the Russians did well; their enamel in this exhibit is the best shown anywhere.  They are dretful costly, but not any too much for the value of ’em.  They don’t want to cheat America, the Russians don’t—­they remember the past.

One giant punch-bowl of gilt enamel is claimed to be the finest thing of the kind ever done in the Empire.

Their bronzes are wonderful—­there is vigor and life in ’em.  A Laplander in his sledge, drawn by reindeers over the frozen sea, and a dromedary and his driver on the sandy desert, shows plain how fur the Zar’s dominions extend.

A Laplander killin’ a seal in a ice hole—­Two horses a-goin’ furiously, tryin’ to drag a sleigh away from pursuin’ wolves—­Mounted Cossacks—­Farmers ploughin’ the fields—­A woman ridin’ a farm horse, with a long rake in her hand—­

A woman standin’ on tiptoe to kiss her Cossack as he bends from his saddle—­A rough rider out on the steepes a-catchin’ a wild horse.

After ten or twelve acres of Nymphs and Venuses in bronze, these are real refreshin’ to see, and a change.  And in furs and such their display is magnificent.

Russia shows eight hundred schools in the Liberal Art Department, and it is here that the beautiful pieces of embroidery made by the larger scholars for Mrs. Grover Cleveland are displayed.

No, Russia don’t forgit the past.

And the display of laces in the Belgian exhibit is sunthin’ to remember for a hull lifetime, and its pottery, and gems, and bronzes.  And the exhibit of Switzerland, though not so large as some of the rest, is uneek.  Their exhibit is all surrounded by a panorama of the Alps, the high mountains a-lookin’ down into the peaceful valley, with its arts and industries.

Great Britain don’t make so much show in her pavilions and in showin’ off her things; but come to examine it clost, and you’ll see, as is generally the case with our Ma Country, the sterling, sound qualities of solid worth.

Her immense display of furniture, jewelry, and all objects of art and industry are worth spendin’ weeks over, and then you’d want to stay longer.

They don’t make any attempt at display in pavilions and show winders.  But in the plain, rich cases you find some of the most wonderful and gorgeous works of man.

I spoze, mebby, as is the nater of showin’ off, the Ma Country felt some as if she wuz right in the family, and she and her daughter America hadn’t ort to dress up and try to put on so many ornaments as the visitors.

I make a practice of that myself, to try to not dress up quite so ornamental as my company duz.