New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1867-07-04
RELISH ZZdR IN PdRIS.

BELSHdZZAR IN PARLS.
If we may trust the glowing account that
has been brought us by the Cable of the cere-
mony at the distribution of prizes at the
Paris Exposition by the French Emperor-Jew
more splendid pageants can have been wit
messed by the present generation. Seventy-One
thousand people assembled in the great central
hall of the building, crowded every passage of
approach, and loaded every balcony, and the
surge of an ocean of outsiders beat for long
hours against the walls of the Imperial Gasometer
When the magnificent procession, with its high
stepping horses, its gided carriages its mounted
soldiery, its Generals in uniform, its ladies ar
rayed like the lilies of the field, and Solomon to
boot, its princes and potentates, had reached the
Hall of Ceremony, it would seem that everything
this earth has of luxury and grandeur was cen
tered in that single spot. High on a throne OIL
royal state which far outshone the wealth OIL
Ormus or of Ind, the Emperor exalted sat. On
one side was the Empress in white satin and sill
yer 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 en-
lngs, MOBILES dignitaIies, statesmen, ofllclills,
lackeys, and so on, till, atavast remove one began
to feel the existence of the swarmlng people oil
Paris and the world. And while the eye took
in this manifold spectacle, there burst INTO
sound the hitherto dumb, eXpectant lnstIu-
ments of the band of twelve hundred musl-
clans; wonderful embroidery of flute, and
violin. and harp, and trumpet, on back
ground of rolling organ harmony, fringed with
the ianglnlg music of joy-bells. Then, when
silence fell again, the Emperor stood up in his
high place, and made q speech, so pure, and
good, and wise, that one marvels as he reads
it whether the old legends may not be true
that tell how a mans own spirit was sometimes
rapt out of his body, for season, while an
angel or demon took the vacant place and
blessed or cursed out of the maccllstomed lips
One curious incident that occurred just Mt
this moment the Cable, doubtless for fear OF
iniuring the harmony of the narrative, omits
10 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, ms he touched
the Imperial finger slipped into the august
nolm of his serene Highncss little bit oil
papcr containing the last message received by
ihe Cable and printed by the machine for
which he was just being decorated
II contained these words Macmillan is
/" shot His last words were, Poor Car
"1ottarn His Royal Serenity read the tele-
gram, and Immediately gave evidence OF n
fearful agitation. His check blanchcd, his
hands trembled, and the diamonds on the lm-
perial garter quvercd so in the sunlight that
a 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 rs to his dcluded dupe, the
single cry as of wOman-young beautiful,
and good-answcring to the last cry of her
Young husband" Poor Carlotta y Poor
Maximilanm
Where. in all this tumult of rejoicing, this
whiIl of splendor, this pomp of luxury,
were the victims of his crafty aud wicked lust
of power. For the rest of his life he drags the
bodies of these dead about with him. Whcr-
ever he goes that pale face shall look at him
as from out the cell where, in madness and
Interest desolaton, 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 anothers, full of
reproach too bitter and too silent TO bear.
He shall liv9 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
himself.