New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1866-05-07
Especial Correspondence of the Crescont /
LETTER FROM PARIS.

, into my yawning inkstand (which, by the way,
contains drop or two forevery friend have) and
/ without the fear of sour ejaculation, frown
or toss Of the head, throw out my thoughts
upon white page-and here they are. There
may be heard or seen many signs of non admira.
ton or discomfort, when this letter reaches nv
dear city but tleast shall not be there to hear
or see them-the broad ocean roars between us
This great city, ever throbbng with some emo.
ton, is gasping through the last dinners reunions
dartistes, races, etc, like some worn down
courser. To-day it is the pageant, hollow and
futile, of funeral, which fills this great heart with
emotion. Yesterday it was favorite horse at the
races, and tomorrow it will be new debutayat NJ
some theater Even the Easter eggs have held
their share in the tumultuous hearts upheayines
for the same eager eyes that follow the sights in
art and science, that gaze in thirsty curiosity upon
| tragic scenes, have Toasted also before the win
| dows of the three famous establishments of bon
bons of Professionalism, Gonache and Bolster
looking at the ducks upon their nests ofeggs-the
| doves, the pheasants and the dolls, with pretty
much the same feeling as that with which they
locked upon Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette
in their last hour They looked to see that all was
| well done Surely they were as well pleased
there before Sivaudin's windows as they were
about the royal scaffold.
| The tide of life here just now is something won.
derful. There appears in everything casting of
of the old love fer the new. Winter is forgotten
while yet the winds are rude, and spring is aured
before the buds appear. Poets with their hollow
| eyes and broad-hrim hats are out in search of it
about all the promenades and gardens. The birds
of the Tuileres are dantiy pricking at the tender
! shoots OF grass. The loretteS, who are first in
| everything here, would make one believe they had
found itin the spring fabrics of their dresses and
the gourmets, they, too, are to be found in the
chase-yetnot for a breath of spring do they sigh,
as sigh the poets, but for taste. They are to be
seen at all the windows, where gourmets love to
congregate diligently searching out the first straw
berries, the first asparagus, the first potatoes. In
the midst OF all this there is a new phase exhibit
! ted IN the Southerner, (American.) He stands
| by the early strawberries-he looks too upon the
gaudy fashions, attired in his plain suit, par eb
ce5Se1lCe and he is forced to adopt the axiom of
celebrated miser who lives in charming little
book OF the day He examines and admires every.
thing which attracts his desire or attention and
securing his few francs firmly in his pocket, he
says, triumphantly, walking away ",Supposons
que JIG Tale 0chetg."
He remembers land of the cypress and
myrtle" where the spring was like Paradise-a
land teeming with abundance and beauty-a sun
SO genlal-s sky so blue-May days, lengtheniag
into june Does heremember, when thousands who
are sleeping forever now, were made glad under
its spell?
Broad prairies, with their carpets of green, and
variagated flowers, forests of stately pines for.
ever signing, and magnoias with their bright
green shining, and their great languid blossoms
shaking out odors to the soft winds yellow jas.
mine and the bignonia covering the tall beeches to
their topmost branches, and dropping their show
ers of yellow and red Such spring does he
remember, the Southerner, wandering along the
BouleVards, about the Bots de Boulogne, the |
Champs Eysees and the TuiIeries; and with such |
a memory, spring, even in Paris, becomes vain |
word.
There is exhibited now, in the windows of the |
fine onyx establishment on the Bouevards, a
work of art which well deserves the attention and
admiration it attracts. 1t is clock representing
the goddess who holds the thread of life life
iize is the figure and very beautiful The material
8 of the finest bronze argente, and stands upon a
pedestal four feet in height.
From hand, elevated above her head drons
he fatal thread, which is the pendulum, and her
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Extremity of the thread, which represents the ,
7orld. The melton of this globe is rotary. Tho {
ours are marked lower down upon the pedestal, i
eneath which Time is represented in p,aale of =
milar metal incrusted in the onyx. Not the :
cure of an old, withered man, with frightfu fea I
res and bony limbs, but little creature, half h
up, half angel, hiding with its wings the omi '
Jus sands, and looking fond and wicked all at
ice.
But the story of she whole allegory is told By r
9 goddess In her pose are found expressions n
heh make one pause and review. Upon her Inns r
d ABOUT her chin we trace the portraits of the y
ys OF young loVe-fondest memories, tenderest -
mes! The head is bent upon the breast and /,
2 plty we md upon the quivering eyeids, the +,
Tenn stlllness about the temples, tell US plainly NJ
, is looking at the end of the fatal thread, She
es 1t all-its whole length is before her dare ia
many heart has confessed the story of its h,
before this striking allegory, and a curious n
ing it would be to near all these stories. s Al
Mozart issiVing in the ambitions of the directors
the three principal operas Of Paris. "non
oVannl IS sung at the Italiens, poorly under. FL
3d. poorly rendered. La Patti dashes about the so
ge like some gay little fish summing itself Art, =
dlVlne art, to her is sealed book. She IL
O'' 'A0 ouquots Win FOHtudeS, she astOnishes yyl
ear; but that great rock, the public heart ~
Ids not forth its fountain to her call, Hers ID -
the wand to strike it. pl
n Linda she is delicious she scars like p ~
k in the ' Barbiere;r she capttyates in the ~
bat Mozart interpreted by her, O.
body without a soul-a poem without punctu- -
'n' She does not phrase it. "a
t is Mime Miolan whose baptism ia recorded in ~,
sso music Heryoice is not very charming. It is no,
longer round and full, and at times is even lin. hrl
|, but she knows Mozart She is gifted with -,
lnborn comprehension of the great masters va
olrations This no school can give, no study
nire, ltisthe sacred baptism of the divine art W
The Flute Enchant6e the "zaaleraote - = a
is charming. Every sound is souG-eyerv 49,
ase is poetry complete. nth ali loso" she or
ONES everything. Her voice is tears--not tears nro
We hear them often sung, with grave and era. ro
chest notes, or high piercing crtesbut real r.,
rs The soul is panied the heart is breaking. and
Eft moo cunr est dssole3 ~. kim
me IS inclined on hearing this, to wonder if the Ish
at spirit OF its creator rests ia the closed tomb
away Yet Mime Nolan is no actress: she viii
IS like some lady who is playing in private R
l'ricals' and who does not care to study her Dit
stz Is IN Paris, to preside at a mass composed gin
amself, which is to he snng sborfu =: cho