The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-11-12
one Hundred French Danseuses aT a
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Paris C01Tepondelos orthe BoItoH Gazette.
DIR. vernon's funeral, which 1 at
tended yesterday, was particularly in
tsresting. One saw at il II collection or
faces marked with wonderfuIindividu-
ality. They were the amusers OF the
world. Literary men, composers, mu-
sicians, artists, singers, duuSeltSeS, ac-
tors and actresses. 1t was motley
and vet generic group. Art embraces
strange species, widely different, and
nevertheless nearly alike. l never saw
SO many worn faces together. These
people live in the very hottest centre of
this great furnace. Their every day
life is the existence which Turk, Egyp-
tian, Russian and Brazilian dream of
as the acme of human happiness. They
are worn by late hours, struggles and
pleasures. There was not a face which
you would not bave called old. All OF
these men lead solitary life, the best
part OF the day brOodtng over their
tasks. That attrttton of the court, or So
ciety, or market, which is constantly
polishing men TO the same form as the
waves of ocean round stones to the
same globular contour, never touches
them. Moreover, the habitual current
of their thoughts does not How in the
ordinary channel. Money-getting Is
secondary consideration with them,
and is rather u counter than sterling in
their eyes.
Their.minds are intent on the beauti-
ful. Their nerves are constantly
strained to the utmost tension, as you
may see from their glittering eyes.
They are of f''imagination all compact"
and see life through u kaleidoscope
which endows the glass beads and col
ored pebbles of other men with the at
tributes of precious stones. They live
in an enchanted world-the artists
world. Among them are old and young
fairies, ddnSeuSeS and their mothers. 1
never until yesterday thoroughly un-
derstood the full Specification of the
legend GaYarni wrote under drawing,
in which hs represented decaysd, de-
crepit woman OF pleasure returning
thanks to some charitable gentleman
for generous alms:-May God shield
your sons from my daughters"
shuddered as looked on mothers and
daughters. The former, with that eff
and hattery, which time brands on
aged vice. were evidently insensible to
everything but money, fine clothes,
and good living. Honor, duty, senu-
menT, charity, religion, were ideas
which could not possibly enter their
minds. The suicide of men, the dis
honor of families. the distress of sis
ters, wives. mothers, could not touch
them, nor make them less coYetous, less
fond OF dress, less greedy OF strawber-
ries inDecember and iced champagne all
the time. Pertidy, cynicism, and misan-
thropy were scared in every feature on
their face. The fingers were knotty,
merciless, hooked as u hawk g claws.
Their eyes were lifeless, worn out, ex-
pressionless in socon, didalent. I'll
not be sworn their feet weren't cloven.
These old falrles' daughters were all
that is delightful IN women. A dead
ened brown complexion promising ar
dent passion, blue black hair in prOfus-
ion, large, lustrous, bewitching eyes,
shaded by long lashes and thick brows,
the lower lid darkened by amorous
clouds, coral lips, perfect teeth, "A full
bust, and such feline, nimble, wavy
grace as brought a paroxysm on the
senses their beauty had lnaddened. You
were conscious you could deny them
nothing, were they but generous. You
could see that they were such adopts in
pleasure (no barrier restrained Them in
any direction) they could introduce
You to undreampt-of delights, Their
profession was TO iDtOXiCate men till
men became the fascinated, dOcile prey
of themselves and their mothers.
never before so clearly surveyed this
abyss OF Paris as did yesterday. There
were one hundred ddnseuSeS and their
mothers before me. By contrast L
could more clearly discover their char
acteristics. "God shield your sons
from my daughters 81