The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1867-09-11
An American Bridal Chamber at
Saratoga
A DESCRIPTION OF 1T.

George Alfred Townsend, the Saratoga
Of the Boston Post, has late
ly slept I'M bridal chamber at one of the
largest hotels there, and thus describes 1t.
He says: -
When | had dried my tears ! looked
round me, and between the solemnness and
the splcndot of the bridal chamber, | was
half charmed, half awed. Exactly in the
middle of the room stood the bed, built
low to the floor, with a mirror at the head
another at the foot, and o third in the cir
Gle of the canopy above. The canopy was
silken and white, Topped up with golden
tassels, golden corded.
A couple of bronze cherubs were astride
the head-board, looking away from the bed,
and holding fast the curtains OF the cano-
DIV two others at the foot We're saying 81
ience with their fingers on their lips, and
both their dtiivers were empty. The bed
stead was ofsatin wood, delicately grained;
the coverlet was pure with nitted silk;
| the sheets we're peffumed family; such pill
lows you never saw in size! each one bed
by itself, and the pillow cases were boz
dered with Spanish point lace, six inches
wide. There was no daylight In the room,
and the man had lighted the chandelier SO
that pure white fame made all the gid
ings in the window.corne glister They
were plain arched corniCes except In the
keystones, where two hearts tfanstiXed
with an arrow gave me a cruel pang for %
moments and, like the bed canopy. the
white silk curtains fell in folds to the floor,
with golden tassels swinging between
The Garnet was white and bMe Axminls-
ter, very rare, with q small design OF :,
!, lady in it, a little pattern was the wall
paper without the blue; one gilt band ran
| round the ceiling; the only pictures were
{ copy of Titian's Venus, lying very cool
and neglige upon a sheet, with her hail
! hound up in an old-fashioned basket braid
; and no signs of clothes anywhere; and a
) telegraph of the King CANDIDATES. and his
wife and friend--not very modest. a san
: lakewood dressing-stand and mirror rehect
f ed a case of smelling bottles in bohemian J!
glass; there were upon the bracelets on q
ther side statuettes in alabaster OF Low
and Psyche, and DianS and Endymlon.-
The towel-rack was OF sandal-wood sho'
,fl with gilt feet. Out of the soft VIII
:, splendor of the silence canary bird In
cage ct the window sang so shrilly that
q was frightened the more. All the TINT
" and patterns of the room were in pure an
u beautiful taste but it was seraglio tina
). had entered, not my husbands chanlbel
d, Had / dared show that noticed thes
6, things would have moved to some mot
u est room and sat in hesolitude OF itamon
is my trunks. !,
IN TO add to the show.character OF u
place, champagne was sent up win Y
condiments Of the house, and by the hni
W of conversation around the doors Kne
Nc that men were walking to and fro there,
Ut not to look to laugh
In the interim I unlocked my trunl
Ia and laid my linens in the dressing-ea
to drawers. It was warm and put my fe
in the white satin slippers you admired
much, undid my close-bodied dress WI
it's long waist and points" and wrappp
30 about me the dressin g-gown my prom ,
w. gave, open at the neck, and OF most VIII
NIarseilles from the broad boyish lapels
the pearl-buttoned hem. Everywhere
turned, so Whitley attired the freque
mirrors reflected me, showing whittier J
nv panied, expectant face, and often &
ing me starts, as if in these long contrlv
,cts sacrifcial robes I came face to face W
our my past self-or worse, my passing sci
ion so soon to surrender my existence TO
per loved but still human, perhaps chang
pa affection. RI
hoe AS placed my many 'kerchiefs, my
a ..; val corsets of French and English,
Nv handkerchiefs marked with the old fan
d OF name, no longer mine, the embroide
skirts, the folded chemisettes, doubt,
first and last, came to my mlnd' OF
@ wisdom of my choice and its awful
t. vocability.
TRY, Twas disturbed by Larry. ! knew
= he had been drinking when he kissed n
+, Mary, he said, if you pray tonight,
I that our home be no bridal ehamlbe
'tho These nuptial menageries make men
!. w. - prouder, women no pnrer !.
W III We were dinned with music that NJ
ana But in the morning we quilted the An
'agle can harem, and in our little, modest re
e u. we pity the bridal parties that take
that place. tsEoRGE ALFRED ToWNsEN