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.