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Evening Post, Volume LXXVII, Issue 12, 15 January 1909, Page 9

WOMEN IN PRINT. ♦ Mr. and Mrs. C ase^berg and Miss Vcni Caselberg, from Musterton, are staying at Day's Bay House. Mrs. Bathbone, Waipawa^ has taken Di\ Chappie* housfr o» Wellington-ter-race. Mrs. Morice leavas Greymoutli to-day for Wellington. ' Miss Hill, from England, is a guest of Her Excellency La(ly Plunket at Tal-mei-Htoi) North. Mrs. John Uennistor: arrived from Christcburch yesterday morning, and is staying with Mrs. 'Maurice Denniston. She intends to go <jn to Levin, to visit her daughter, Mrs. Harold Abraham. Miss Mary Seaton. is going Home in April with her aun<, Miss Seaton, who recently arrived from England. Mits Mary tSeaton will spend some fime in Staffordshire with ker aunt, and then pay visits to relations in Scotland and Ireland. A pleasant bridge-party was given on Tuesday by Mrs. Pytt-Jackson, for her sister, Mrs. Russell, 'of Napier, who is afc pre&ent staying with net. • 0 The Mountebank Dramatic Club gave a pleasant evening at the Hotel Windsoi last night, Miss Olive Moore, in a pretty white silk veiled with net, being hostess. The evening passed quickly with a programme of music and competitions, a short sketch by Messrs. Moorp, Sloane, Tarhpeii, nut' Graves, forming a happy nnale to a most successful affair. Miss Lilian B'Oyley is spending a holiday in Rqtorua with her aunt, Miss D'Oyley. Miss Cecily Homer, who in Decembor was married to the Hon. George Lambton, Lord Durham's brother, wore tho famous wedding veil made for Mary Queen of Scots during her imprisonment in FoUieringay. It is a deep cream lace, embroidered with edifying phrases brought by the good nuns to soothe the Royal prisoner. It has been, used by the Homer brides lor hundreds of years. The Hon. Mrs. Latnbton's wedding-gown was of satin, the train being of a single piece of Flanders point lace, swung from the shoulders on loops of seed pearls. There were no bridesmaids but three tiny boys in Elizabethan suits of red velvet and white fur carried her train. Apiopos of weddings, the shower bouquet is being ohelved in favour of the sheaf of lilies, orchids, or roses, the latter blossoms, of course, artistically wheel The wretched weather over which everyone is wailing, has far-reaching effects. I heard yesterday that even the hens in a poultry farm were suffering from nervous prostration owing to the high winds, which were blowing their feathers off! Every woman with nerves will feel for the unhappy creatures, and if she has her hat-pins snapped in her hat, or lost her head-gear in a particularly savage gust, she will more keenly sympathy. A whole bird, out of a hat Hew cheerily off recently aacl was seen no more by its regretful owner. Mrs. and Mrs. Salmond are in Dun edin, guests of Professor Salmond. From an interesting letter of Mi6S Clara Palmer's, written from Rome, I make a few extracts. "I went up the dome of St. Peter's, and was wel' repaid. It is when one descends and looks down that one' realises what a \ast and beautifully-proportioned buildingi it i.«. There are two galleries running round the dome inside- j the highest is the lantern, where one looks down into tho building, and can also walk outside and get a magnificent view of Rome." The Vatican and its gardens lie below, covering an enormous space. Wo spent much time in the church, looking at the monuments, and especially the picture of Michael Ans?elo — a glorious piece of work. "Next I paid a hurried visit to the Vatican Museum, and then we went on to see a tmaJl collection of paintings in one of the old Roman palaces. One was a wonderful ceiling painting by Quido Reni — Aurora strewing flowers before the chariot of the Sun-God, Apollo. There were also a number of Rubens's pictures. Then we visited an old church whose chief treasure was Michael Angelo's Moses, a colossal statue, and a marvellous piece of work. It forms part of a monument of one of the Popes, and is known and talked about all over Europe. I remember seeing a reproduction in Dresden. We decided the next day to go to th© Catacombs of St. Cahxtus, where there was a celebration in honour of the fea6t of St. Cecilia, who was martyred in the 2nd century in the Catacombs. They were to be illuminated. We reached there in time to hear parts of the mass which was being sung in the little underground chapel, lit with candles and decorated with wreaths of flowers. The singing — only a few male voices — was unaccompanied, but the harmony appealed to me greatly, and I shall never forget it. The chapel is on the spot where St. Cecilia was foifnd in the 9th century, after being there 700 years, lying as if sho had been killed on the day before. There is a most exquisite statue of her, just as she was found, in the church erected to her memory in Rome. After the service was over, we passed through the narrow passages lit by candles. On each side were rowe of tombs, and other chambers where perhaps a whole family or a number 6f martyrs had been buried. It is impossible to describe the Catacombs, and I had not the least idea what they were like till I saw for myself. Already 12 miles have been excavated, and wonderful sculptures and paintiags got from the tombs. Here and there one can sea the original pavements of some of the chambers. After all too short a time in this fascinating place, we got out and into our cab and drove along the Appian Way, bordered with ancient tombs. In the distance we could see the ruins of the old aqueducts and the distant hills beyond, the Appenines " snow-clad, and Frascali on the hill, 1 with the Campagna between vs — a sight too beautiful for words. The road goes I in one direction for many miles, in fact as far as Bmdisi. On my way back I stayed again at the Catacombs ■ to see a procession, also in honour of St. Cecilia. You will be amused to ■ hear where I had my lunch. Near by, there is a Trappist Monastery. On talking to one of the monks, or fratelli, 5 I found I could get something to eat 1 there, this being an occasion when they were piepaied for visitors. I was taken by a brown-robed monk into a little • room, and had cocoa, bread and butter — an unique experience, and very good faie. They did not scent lo •wish me to pay for it, fo I put a contribution into the box for the excavation ' flmt '-" _____________ FATAL TRAP ACCIDENT. [BX TELEGRAPH — PRESS ASSOCIATION.] BLENHEIM, This Day. A married woman named Miller and her daughter were driving near Havelock yesterday when the horse became unmanageable, smashed the trap, and threw both ladies out. Miss Miller was not hint, but her mother had her skull fractured, and died in the evening.