Here is a Mexican opal, full of fire, almost blood-red, glowing feverishly from its burnished-copper setting.

What a terrible, yet beautiful ornament! One would be, I imagine, under a sort of fierce and splendid spell while wearing it.

Here, cool and pale and pure as a moonbeam, is a little water opal,--set in silver of course.

Here is an "abalone blister," iridescent like mother-of-pearl, carrying in it something of "the shade and the shine of the sea" from which the mother-shell originally came.

Here is matrix opal, and here are numbers of strange-hued, crystalline gems with names all ending in "ite." To model with metal for clay--to paint with jewels for colour! Does it not sound like very real and very fascinating art?
These are passing glimpses of but two of the art industries of the Village.