The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-05-10
PARTISAN AFFAIR

PARIS April "a.
Once more in Paris, once more in the brilliant
Capital Of the world, where joys and pleasures
are certainly more apparent, If rot more real,
than in less favored lands. The land Of light
red wine and sparkling wit where the courtesies
of Me are more gracefully rendered, and the
social circles more ready to receive the cosmopo-
htan than the icy manners of colder climes
will allow.
Idolilxe Paris, and il am tempted to forget
nv wears and speak OF IL with the enthusiasm
of youth, m q y l n otclaim pardon? plead the
fact that for yeaIsmy dreams have6been turned
TOWARD th "gay city of the Franks" where
the pleasantest years of an erratic life have
been passed.
A few weeks ago issued from the depot of
theWestern Railroad, and stood again, after the
absence Of years, in a once familiar spot. Moth
ing seemed changed but myself. There stood
near the curbstone the same cabs had seen
years before, with the So e blue-coated, red
vested, glazed hated drivers waiting for a pas
senger whose appearance might indicate that
q fine gratuity was in prospect. On the oppo-
site side Of the street restaurants abounded, and
at their doors lounged long white -aproned
walters, whom could almost have sworn were
standing in that very place when 1 took last
survey of things before entering the cars that
bore me away from Paris, oh ever so long ago.
ye WE'LL
At the time 1 speak of was not million
aire (am now p, and money with me was ex-
eeedingly scarce. On entering the places over
which ye preside like avenging angels l ate
my humble meal, and then, when walking to
the desk to pay my bill, how your eyes would
tyansfx me Cold and stony were their
glances, actually riveting me to the spot,
until /, poor, timid man, was morally and
almost physically forced to drop into your
swindling tin box placed on the desk for the
purpose) my lily spared ten ceHts-Gnd this
h0ice day! Twas too bad, ye brigandlsh, i'm
maculate-neclz- tie fellows, and it is no wonder
that like ye not. went to my old quarters
on the Quai d'Anjou. entered the Porte
Cochere, and inquired for the concierge
~, presents himself, cap in hand to
1I,s, 'ur. He is not the same knew in former
,,oors. ALI is changed. The Inhabitants of the
mouse. whom ] formerly knew, were all gone.
Tsoon ceased tn make inquiries, and, walking
sadly Ia nv room, sat down, and lndulged In a
retrospectlon of the past, HOW gay the old
room once appeared, when the band oil stuaents
when / knew visited me! There was Teriot the
literary man; what queer character he was! Un
palGUre didbLe, If ever there was one-so poor in
fact, That he often slept up tree near the Champs
de Mars; but this 1act did not prevent him
from having o secretary 10 whom, when he was
flush, he would throw fve-franc piece. Fancy
the effect of such man speaking grandly of
,'my secretary Then there was Brigot, the crazy
artist, who always spoke of theimmense things
he would do in his profession, but lazy dis
position enshrouded him like fog, and his
great promises were never to be realized. But
why continue a description of the entire party?
Suffice TO say that more generous talented,
niah ROhemianS
listed. But now they are scattered, and the pale
Vioets are growing over the graves of many oi
them.
But, at this point, hear the reader eXclaim
"Come come, my friend, do not wax lugubri-
ous;" and, indeed 1 will try not to do so.
Paris is in vaded on every yside-Russians, Prus-
sians Austrans, Wallachians, Chinese, Arabs
Tartars Of the desert. Johnny Bull is largely
represented from his tight little island and
last, but not by any construction you can put
upon it the least, the great invincibleand never
tO-be-surpassed energetic, ubiquitous Yankee.
Enter cafe, and you will think that the work.
men of the Tower OF Babel are just taking
dinner-all languages are fuently spoken but
the French, which is so atrociously tortured
that the one solitary Partisan in the crowd
who is seated quietly in the corner yonder
fairly wIithes with pain at hearing his YER
nacular so barbarously murdered. Apropns O.
the real live PaTAsians, you see very little o
them, They are rarities drowned out, one may
say, and completely lost amid this congrega
ton of nations. An enterprising Barnum whC
would find one, chain him, and put him in
cage, might make money by exhibiting him.
The night before the first of April visited tn
Exhibition. What confusion! a hopeless in
tricacy of membranes scattered around
Boxes packages, machinery; ropes, p lies, il
short all the appliances were there to max
confusion worse confounded, and certainl,
when looked thereon thought that never b
any agency (save that of the supernatural
could things be made presentable for the arrivi
of the Imperial Court the next day, Wondrou
to relate, o night had operated fairy.Iils
changes, and at the appointed time things wei
charming; nay, was about to add, perfect!
seemed to me as if the very flowers had grow
to order in the garden in the interior of th
palace, so rapidly did they spring from seemin
decay into life and beauty.
The avenues, which the day before presente
such a sad spectacle, were newly sauded, an
rolled smooth and fiat. Fountains threw the
waters Inusically in the air gay colore
streamers floated in the warm atmospher
hearing the inscriptions of the differel
nations could all this change have bee q effect,
by human hands? we ask. The reader ms
saw YES: but we entertain private belief tn
a brigade of fairies must have assisted in Il
transformation. However this may be, &
Emperor and Empress came and made t
decentralization of the greater part OF the bull
ing. and although two hours were given TO
task. they did not evince the slightest evider
of fatigue. but they smiled amiably and bow
with the greatest courtesy to all until their
parture from the place