The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-07-06

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Bs-oDu ne Tribune.
If we may trust the glowing account that
has been brought us by the Cable of the cere-
mouv at the distribution of prizes at the
Paris Exposition by the French Emperor, few
more splendid pageants can have been wit
messed by the present generation. Seventy-one
Thousand people assembled in the great CEN
tral hall of the building, crowded every pas
sage Of approach and loaded every balcony,
and the surge of an ocean of outsiders beat
for lopo hours against the walls of the Inn
,NarfaI gasometer. When the magnif-
cant nrooession, with its high-stepping horses,
its giided carriages its mounted soldiery, its
oenerals in uniform, its ladies arrayed like
fbe lilies of the field, and Solomon to boot its
princes and potentates, had reached the Hail
of Ceremony, il would seem that everything
this earth has of luxury and grandeur was
centred in that single spot. High on throne
Of rovSl state. which far outshone the wealth of
OrmIs or of ind, the Emperor exalted sat. On
one side was the Empress in white satin and
silver lace. with pearls and diamonds about her
throat. and one great gem that told her beats
of heart in flashes of an imperial ray. On
the other sat Haroun al Raschid, or what is
left of him, and about the skirts Of these
three lights of empire there gathered crowd
OF OFFICES, DIluC6lluRb, uODl6S, uuBllibdIt6SS
statesmen, officials, lackeys, and so ON, till, at
a vast remove one began to feel the existence
of the swarming people of Paris and the
world. And while the eye took in this mani
fold spectacle, there burst into sound the
hitherto dumb, expectant instruments Of the
band of twelve hundred musicians-a wonder
full embroidery of flute and violin and harp and
trumpet on background of rolling organ
harmony, fringed with the jangling music of
ell fol u, fl,a
Emperor stood up in his high place. and
made speech, SO pure and good and wise
that one marvels as he reads it whether the
old legends may not be true that tell us how
a mans own spirit was sometimes rapt out of
his body, for a season, while an angel or
demon took the vacant place, and blessed or
cursed out of the unaccustomed lips.
One curious incident that occurred just at
this moment the Cable, doubtless for fear of
injuring the harmony of the narrative, omits
to mention. When Mr.. Hughes, the inventor
of the printing telegraph, was called up to
receive his prize the Emperor took his hand,
making him an exception to all the other re-
cipients of medals. Mr. Hughes, as he touched
the Imperial finger, slipped into the august
palm of his Serene Highness a little bit of
paper containing the last message received by
the Cable and printed by the machine for
which he was Just being decorated. 1t con-
tanned these words:--"Maximilian is shot,
His last words were, Poor Carlotta =" His
Royal Serenity read the telegram, and imme-
diately gave evidence of fearful agitation.
His cheek blanched, his hands trembled, and
the diamonds on the Imperial garter quivered
so in the sunlight that shout arose from the
admiring multitude. What the Emperor
thought is, of course, not to be exactly known.
But we may conjecture that he heard over all
the shouts and music, above the booming of
guns and the salvos of artillery, the single
Shot that was death to his insane ambition as
to his deluded dupe, the single cry as of a
woman-young, beautiful, and good-answer-
ing to the last cry of her young husband
FPoor Carlotta - "Poor Maximili AMI"
Where, in all this tumult of rejoicing, this
whirl of splendor, this pomp of luxury were
the victims of his crafty and wicked lust of
power? For the rest of his life he drags the
bodies of these dead about with him. Wher-
ever he goes that pale face shall look at him
as from out the cell where, in madness and
Interest desolation, she is to drag out the rem
nant of life. When he looks into the face,
still comely, of that wife of his, he shall see,
not her eyes, but another's, full of reproach
too bitter and too silent to bear. He shall
live; but, hard heart, dull conscience, low
mind that he has-the heart shall feel, and
the conscience shall prick, and the mind shall
know that these victims are with him to the
end. That shot he shall forever hear, and
that cry. His judgment day is come, and all
the pomp and splendor that he can gather
about him shall not avail to hide him from