The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-11-08
One Hundred French Danaeuses at
Funeral.

Paris Correspondence of The Boston Gazette
DR.. Veron's funeral, which attended yester
day, was particularly interesting. One saw at it
collection of faces marked with wonderful in
dividuality. They were the amusers OF the
world. Literary men, composers, musicians,
artists, singers, ddnSeuSes actors, actresses. 1t
was motley and yet generic group. Art EN-.
braces strange species widely different and
nevertheless nearly alike. never saw so many
worn faces together. These people live in the
very hottest centre OF this great furnace. Their
everyday life 10 the existence which Turk,
Egyptian, Russian, and Brazilian dream OF
as the acme of human happiness. They are
There was not a face which you would not have
called old. All of these men lead solitary life,
the best par. OF the &c gay oro0ding G over their
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 flow in the ordinary channel Money
getting is a secondary consideration with them
aud is rather a counter than sterling in their
eyes.
Their minds are intent on the beautiful. Their
nerves are constantly strained to the utmost
tension, as you may see from their glittering
eyes. They are of imagination all compact"
and see life through kaleidoscope which en-
doWs the glass beads and colored pebbles of
other men with the attributes OF precious stones
They live in an enchanted world-the artists
world. Among them are old aud young fairies,
danseuSeS and their mothers. never until yes
terday thoroughly understood the full signifca-
tion of the legend GaVarni wrote under draw
ing, in which he represented decayed decrepit
woman OF pleasure returning thanks to some
charitable gentleman for generous ms:-"May
God shield your sons from my daughters!n /
shuddered as | looked on mothers and daugh-
ters. The former, with that earontery and SER
Witty, impertnence and hattery, which time
brands on aged vice, were evidently insensible
TO everything bat money, fine clothes, and
good living. Honor, duty, sentiment, charity,
religion, were ideas which could not possibly
enter their minds. The suicide of men, the dis
honor of families, the distress of sisters wives,
mothers could not touch them. nor make them
less covetous, less fond of dress, less greedy Of
strawberries In December and iced champagne
all the time. Perfdy, cYnicism and misan-
thropy were scared in every feature on their
face The fingers were knOtty, merciless,
hooked as a hawks claws. Their eyes were
liteless, worn out expressionless in socOn, dlda-
lent. I'll not be sworn their feet weren't cloven.
These old fairies daughters were all that is de-
lightful IN women. A deadened brown com.
pleXion promising ardent passion, blue black
hair in profusion, large, lustrous, bewitohing
chesnut eyes, shaded by long lashes and thick
brows, the lower lid darkened by amorous
clouds, coral lips, perfect teeth full bust, and
such feline, ntmble, waVy grace as brought
paroXysm on the senses their beauty had mad
dened. You were conscious you could deny
them nothing, were they but generous. You
could see they were such adopts in pleasure (nO
barrier restrained them 10 any direction} they
could introduce you to undreamt-of delights.
Their profession was to intOXicate men till men
became the fascinated, docile prey of them
selves and their mothers. l never before 80
clearly surveyed this abyss of Paris as / did
yesterday. There were one hundred ddnseuses
and their mothers before me. / could examine
them at my leisure. BY contrast could more
clearly discover their characteristics. ''God
shield your sons from my daughters I"
Thomas Hoods Tribute to Literature.
My own obligations to literature are a debt so
immense as not TO be Cancelled, like that of
nature, by death ITSELF Adrift early in life
upon the great waters-as pilotless as Words
Worth's blind boy In the tnrtle-shell-if did
not come to shipWreck, 1t was that, in default
OF pateInal or fraternal guidance, 1 was rescued,
like the ancient mariner, by guardian spirits,
leach one lovely light" who stood as beAeons
OF reading happily threw me instead of worse