The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1854-09-24
AFT AIRS IN EUROPE.
GOSSIP AND FASHION In PAaIs.
The Anglo-French Alliance,
&C., &C., &c.


--Shasspars's 70m6-Lssratn,e and Literary
Mm-Georgs Sand-Mw Works-- Translafton
Of Ddnte-IAe Emperor asd Empvsss on their
Tour Movements of the F1ussr-An 4dnecdstc--
Fashions Pa,isian Gossip.
What can I send you from France Blanca 2
Charming young girl, amiable brusetsc Of eae New
World, have you not taken away with you she re-
gret of ALL and the hope of every onea What aoula
send, if it be not the sigh Of remembrance, or she
voice of the recalling tear? Our Fraece Ia mir
eoraronserad, placed at the centre of rew worlds
which daily and successfully receive their light from
the rays Of shs bright sun Of progress and ,f tms to
come. At least, my lady, ycu will allow that tais
is caravanseraa Of hospitality and affection. An
foreigners are our brethren, aud we have nothing to
refuse them; neither cur ingenious trade, nor ouc
ready wit, nor our open hearts How can I delay
answering your yesterdays letter! Shall Aos an
swer the appeal made by your aec.ionase curiosity
to my habits Of observation? Fear not, dear Bianca
have determined that an echo shall reach you FROM
the Pa'isian saloons in which you were so oftea
surpassed by your native elegance, shall be faish-
fully traced by friendly hand, and if we cannot at
the theatre, (as used to do last winter) o,mmu-
nicate, or exchange a smile or tear, according to
the emotions which the actor excited in us, will ut
least take note of everything for yoa-of uni lady,
of scenic effect, Of triumph, or failure. After having
witnessed theatrical representation ia New York,
your fancy may the next day, at post arrival. &C
company me to the Italian opera, to the French
theatre, indeed eveaywhsre-and thus be with ms
in spite of the distance which separates Us.
The grea. event of late that has rendered Paris
81 huaflinD han has hao
of the Emperor Napoleon III. The newspapers
have, perhaps, already apprised you Of this but
am sure you will read with some pleasure my femi-
nine and artistic impressions. On that day. The
golden rays Of our brilliant sun shed Iustre of
gaiety and merrlment over Paris-the streets weee
like rivers flowing and bubbling with human forms.
agglomerated together, running towards the Champ
deaMars, and streaming towards the Seine to SEQ
the nautical fetes. The Champ de Mars is q vast
amphtheatIe, which calls to mind the ancient cdr.
cuses, where 200, 900 pectat0rs used to sit. Tha
representation was the siege Of Siistria by tho
Russians and it was wonderful to see the enthua-
asm with which tee spectators hailed and appauded
the heroic defence Of Mussa Pacha. Ia all this
there was the manifestations of q generous alliance
to defend, q protestation of protection against op-
preston. The eyes Of the French multitude looked
where dear friends and beloved relatives we're fight
ing at that very hour for the Turks, those teroio
baIba,ians, as they have been called, who possess
three boons which can never be surpassed love
light. az beauty. How would 1t ever be thought
that nation endowed with such inestimablc trear
sures had not the capabilty to fight ia defence of
them. You surely remember, my we'll informed
Blanca, the nautical entertainments of which you
iVod hVyf
which took place at the foot of the Moun4
Janicula. There was lake of four thousand
feet in length and twelve hundred wide, and tha
Romans disguised themselves as Persians and
Greeks to fight real enemies against each other.
The triremes and quadriremes boarded with fury
and killed each other, and when some of the
wretches escaped from slaughter would swim TO TIA
shore, that is say towards le soldiers were theeo
TO repulse and send them back again towards the
feet-to certain death. Ages have dstanced IN
from the Romans but wider is the difference betwesn
their fstes and ours. Your Partisan canoticrs, in
their picturesque costumes, their light and pretty
boats with oars and Sails emuatng in shre mdness,
dexterity AMI agility, bear no resemblance to the
ferocious sailors Of Augustus Cesar miserable vic.
Tins, numerically condemned to die for the amuse-
ment of the multitude.
91eCt0r
Gle you ever bcheld. From the height Of the palace
OF the Tuileries, saw Paris floating in sea of fire;
the illuminations were fairy-like. Spain, with her
Moorish poftAs and her palaces with fantastic ara
besques-pslaces and portals alike bcamed luminous
as an Eastern tale, all along the magnificent ayenue
Of the Champs Elysees. The style of scenery Of
every different country imparts sympathetic ma.
tionalty to the emotions, and the pleasures Of its
people. In your calm and majestic America, near
your virgin forests, bankless rivers, and immense
wds, you have no need to create initiative tes, IL
Is the charge Of chance and nature, and Rugghieri
our clever maker Of fireworks, will never rival tina
effects Of the eondagasion of an inland forest Of
Louisiana.
The 10th of August would have afforded to your
aristocratic nature o curious spectacle presented
by the entrance into the theatres for the bills pro
missed spectacle gratis"
As early as five O'Clock in the morning the doors
were crowded, here were whole families, poor DE-
PRAYED set, loving the play as Parisians love plea,
sure, viz:-Above the first necessaiies Of life ana
seeing the curtain rise more than once year,
tthe spectacle gratis" A few words, my lady,
win give you idea Of that French spirit, better
han all manner Of dissertations. As passed by
the French theatre, Rue Richelieu, remarked
poor little child half stiHed in the narrow baiuyrAde
pressed by the crowd, and hardly protected by It's
neither. The child was almost ready to GRE "ArU
you hungry?r asked the mother. ooh no, ~ hastily
replied the little martyr, ~ am too much amused
for that Mother and child had not very likely
eaten anything since the night be lore but what did
they carey they were going 10 see Rachel! Rachel,
that bright star shines on us again. That empFeus
of the French scene has degned to take ND once
more the scepIe and the crogn which had been 40
contemptnously rejected ~ her at the French SAsar
tire, and which no one has dared to take up You
see, my lady, Rachel is not woman like Mao Mars,
Nine Mahbran, n Lie Sontag, delightful though
chel Is the muse Of tragedy, or rather lhe is the
ghost OF each Of our great poets risir q nom their
tcmbs in one incantation-h hers. One night We
antiquity, fhe next we hear Corne de. maestc aud
sublime, and in this mysterious Incarnation some
thing remains to the woman! Aohel, in dra wing.