Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-07-04

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The Paris correspondent of the N. o. Picayunc
weayes a singular fabric of no less singelar mater
ial:
What becomes Of the roscs2 Where do these
floral queens 60 when their purple array falls to
the ground and their delicious odor is stolen by
the rude north wind7 The camelias are the roses OF
the world OF PATHS and in good truth they do
adorn the city, rs the splendid hues Of autumn
adorn the forest, or the brilliant hectic flush udorns
the consumptive bellies cheek, decorating and dc
%stroying. No e~quipagcs on the lakes edges are
finer then theirs; no dresses, no diamonds are more
splendid than theirs. in the stage boxes OF the
theaters; no apartments are so luxurious, no balls
so sumptuous MS theirs ? But where do they all
90 when the winter of Oge comes-when the snow
of wears silyers the raven hair, and the scythe of
time traces It's line on the brent brow; where do
they all 90? They are none of them even middle
aged, the eldest number scarcely twenty springs.
and stay in Paris as long as yol please, still you'll
see the same youth and the same beauty on the
lakes edges, and in the stage boxes, though not
the same person. But whore do they go 2 No
laughter rings more merrily than theirs, smile
succeeds smile on these fresh cheeks, VERY peach
es smothered in cream these bright eyes are al
WAYS lighted up with pleasure, their conversation
is eaiety itself. But where do they all go Ills
impossible they can preserve eternal youth no
body believes now in elixirs OF youth and they
too, brilliant as they are, must obey the universal
law and glide from youth to maturity ana decay !;
where do they 60?
ASK Gayarina. He'll tell you where they CO.
He'll exhibit to you the horrid, loathsome larvae
which these butterflies-these children of the sun
beam-theso offspring Of ugly crysalio, be-
come when the butterhy's short day is ended,
and it becomes a grub once more. But a grub
ten times more horrible than its original form-by
81 much the more as it has passed through life,
where do they go, IIai hall hall! You'd
never dream where they 60! Look at that beast
which is sweeping the street-she might step on
e IL ...1l ,a n r,tnI nf Mnnahnfh-
and, she sweeps, looks with a leer of envy and re-
gret on a beauty of twenty who steps gaily down
the street, followed by a lacquey, whose livery is
gilded on every seam. She, the old bag, says,
Mine was sky blue;"for once,a long as youth and
beauty lasted, she too, was a belle. a camelia Of
Paris. on everybod's lips, the cynosure OF every
eve; she had her town mansion and her rural vii.
la. her carriages, her liveried mental, ("sky blue")
her diamonds and her troops of lovers. She yes
terday was what the radiant object OF her Jibes Is;
to-morroy will see the latter what the former 49,
Every theater of Paris has among its boxapen-
ers some of the fallen beauties, now too happy to
omen the doors of the boxes where once they
thronaed the ~reigning bellies Of the day. So the
haLes any morning will point out to you a Meg
Merilless drawing after her Ia strap around the
waist a hand cart of vegetables, who was once
upon a time a celebrated danSeuSe Of the grand
opera. and renowned for "her" dukes, her princes
and her diamonds.
A few months ago the police Of Yincennes found
sleeping in the woods sleeping in the mir of a No
vember night J u hideous woman, clad in filthy
RAGS. homeless, breadless, halfstarving, who for
months had known no bed but the foot of a tree,
Let it rain or snow, or blow cold, possessing no
thing in the world but a goat, whose milk was her
only nourishment, and which she made sleep on
her TO keep her warp. 1t turned out that sue
had once been the idol of brilliant throng OF no.
bles. had once possessed mansion and villa, carria-
oes. horses, diamonds had worn no silks which
We're not made expressly for her after her own pat
terms, slept in linen sheets which cost SOU per
nair. and ruined men and spent millions.
Day before yesterday some of the Montrouge
ouarrymen discovered at the bottom of the quarry
in which they work, the bloody and horribly mutt
lated body of n woman, who had committed suicide
by leaping down the quarry, q distance OF a hun
dred wards. In one of the pockets OF her dress
the following note was found This is my forty.
sixth birthday. My name is r. Once
was beautiful ; l was celebrated hero, Paris I'M
der the name of La Petite IMurquise. l had a
town residence and q rural villa, servants, dia
mopds, &c. fell sick of u horrible disease. lr
twelve months time I became ugly. In another
! twelve month all | possessed was sold. Their
commenced q ~frightful existencei for me--livinl
on public charity, going from workhouse TO work
D house, for they would KEEP me long nowhere.
possessed an incurable disease. Even day before
, Yesterday | was pnt out of the hospital. W ha
1 can | do? l know of but one resource AMI, this
T is suicide Pray for me ye who find my body.
: Such is the terrible theme two Of our favorit'
VAUDEVILLE writers haue undertaken to present tt
the world. They wovld fain show the admirers o
Marguerite Gauthier, the last DAYS OF these beau
S ties if consumption spared them how they fel
}. from splendor to wretchedness by an almost inev
= table law of social gruvitatiOn. They took Mare
e of tho "Filles de Mabre," Musetes Of the "Ni
de Boheme,' the Baronne PAnge of the Dem
$ Monde" and Olympic 7arerny of tie "Marriag
e dOlympe," THE popular vandevilles of loretl
: literature, and giving them to the"lOw comedians
\ os the Paiais Royal Theatre, Grassot, Hyacinth
and Brassemr, whom they habited in woman's Of
e tire. The theme, however, proved too terribl
s for laughter we shuddered over it, and felt GU
5 hearts contract at the sight of that Inevitable de-
e tiny, of this dreadful punishment oe these brilllar
- day.Aies to whom nothing is forgiven because the
have nothing loved.