another. Passing the grave of Ben and Deborah Franklin I noticed that it was being swept.
"Do you do that every day?" I asked the sexton.
"Every day," he said. "I like to keep it clean."
I think that Deborah, who was a good housewife, would be glad to know that her plain Quakerish tombstone is dusted every day. The good man who does it is Jacob Schweiger and he lives at 221 Noble street.
CLAUD JOSEPH WARLOW
Some days ago we were passing the new office of the Philadelphia Electric Company at Tenth and Chestnut streets, when our eye was caught, through the broad plate-glass windows, by a shimmer of blue at the back of the store. Being of a curious disposition, we pushed through the revolving doors to investigate.
On the rear wall of the office we found a beautiful painting representing Philadelphia seen from above in the twilight of a snowy winter evening. It is a large canvas, about twenty-five feet long by ten high. Now we are totally unfamiliar with the technical jargon adopted by those who talk about art; we could not even obey the advice given to us by an artist friend, always to turn a picture upside down and look at it that way before passing judgment; but this painting seemed to us a mighty fine piece of work.
