Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1832-05-12
from the Ne,o York Mirror.

spring-like, clear, sunny, and warm. The gar
dens of the Tuileries are crowded. The chairs
beneath the terraces are filled by the old men
reading the gazettes, mothers and nurses watch
ing their children at play and, at every few steps,
circles of whole families sitting and sewing. or
conversing, as unconcernedy as at home. 1t
strikes stranger oddly. With the pr,pacy of
American feelings, we cannot conceive of these
out-of-door French habits. What would Bos-
ton or New York mother think Of taking chairs
for her whole family, srown-up daughters and all,
in the Malt Or upon the Battery, and spending
the day in the very midst of the very gayest pro-
menade of the city? People Of all ranks do it
here. You will see the powdered, elegant gen.
tleman of the ancient regime, handing his wife or
his daughter to straw bottomed chair, with all
! the air of drawing room courtesy; and, begging
pardon for the liberty, pull his journal from his
pocket, and sit down to read beside her; ora tot
tering old man, leaning upon stout Swiss SER
want girl, goes bowling aud apologIzing through
the crowd in search of pleasant neighbour, or
some old compatriot, with whom he may sit aud
nod away the hours of sunshine. 1t is beauti
full custom, positively. The gardens are like a
constant fete.-It is holiday revel, without de-
sign or disappointment. 1t is maSquue where
every one plays his character unconsciously, and
of It at home. We are too industrious nation
to have ldlers enough. 1t would even pain most
of the people Of our country to see so many thou
sands of all ages and conditions of life spending
day after day IN such absolute uselessness
Imagine yourself here, on the fashionable ter
race, the promenade, two days in the week. Of all
that is distinguished and gay in Paris.-lt is a
short raised walk. just inside the ratings, and
,h A.. nG al H. nd hoe nj
dens where member of the beau monde is ever
To be met. The hour is four, the day Friday, the
weather heavenly. have Just been long enough
in Paris to be an excellent walking dictionary,
and will tell you who people are.
In the FIRST place. all the well dressed men you
see are English. You will know the French by
those haring coats, LAID clear back on their shrul.
ders, and their execrable hats and thin legs -
Their heads are right rom the hair-dresser; their
hats are chapedtr de sole, imitation beaver they
are delicateiy rouged, and wear very white gloves;
and, those who are with ladies. lead, as you OBJ
serve, small dog by string, or carry tir their
arms. No French lady walks out without her
ap-dog. These slow-paced men you see in brown
moustaches and frogged coats are refugee Poles.
The short, thick, agile looking man is Gen.,
celebrated for having been the last TO surrender
on the last field Of that brief contest. His hand
some face is full of resolution, and, unlike the
rest of his countrymen, he looks still unsubdled
and in good heart. He walks here every day an
hour Or two swinging his cane round his foref,-
ger. and thinking, apparently, of any thing but
his defeat
Observe these two young men approaching
U.s. The short one on the lett, with the stiff hair
and red moustaehe, is Prince MoskoUa, the son
Of Ma shall Ney. He is an object of more than
usual interest just now, as the youngest OF the
new batch of peers. The expression of his coun-
tenance is more bold than handsome, and, indeed,
he is any thing but a carpetknigh'; fac OF
which he seems, like man OF sense, quite aware.
He is TO be seen at the parties standing with his
arms folded, leaning silently against the wall for
hours together. His companion is, Ipresune to
saw, quite the handsomest man you ever saw
A little over six feet, perfectly proportioned, dark
lken brown hair, slightly curling about his fore
head a soft curling moustache, and beard just
darkening the finest cut mouth in the world, and
an olive complexion, of the most golden richness
and clearness. Mr.. r. is called the handsomest
man in Europe. What is more remarkable still,
though he ioOks like the most modest looking man,
his reputation for consistency in the gallant world
is somewhat slender. And here comes fine look
iug man, though of different order of beauty.
q natural sOu VI INdpoeous iAt "a aoout no Ia
:hers height. and has most Of his features, though
his person and air must be quite different. You
see there Napoleon's beautiful mouth and thinly
chiseled nose. but fancy that soft eye is his mo-
theirs. He is said to be one of the most fasci-
mating men in France. His mother was the
Confess Walewski, lady with whom the Empe-
ror became acquainted in Poland. 1t is singu-
lar that Napoeon's talents and love of glory have
not descended upon any Of the eight or tea sons
whose claims to his paternity are admitted
And here come two Of our coutr, men, who are
to be seen constantly together-Coopsr and
Morse. That is Cooper with the blue surtou.,
buttoned up to his throat, and his hat over his
eyes. What contrast between the faces of the
two men! Morse, with his kind, open, gentle
countenance, the very picture of goodness and
sincerity; and Cooper, dark and corsair-iooking,
with his brows down over his eyes, and his
strongly lined mouth fixed in an expression Of
moodiness and reserve. The two faces, however.
are not equally just to their owners-Morse is
all that he looks to be, but Cooper's features do
him injustice. takea pride in the reputation