The New Orleans crescent. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1866-1869, 1868-06-14

To fee the dust, and the dry, hotiron heat of
the sun, peculiar TO Paris, is the occupation of
the day. We use the word occupation, because
the hdut ton fingers still in the capital, Country
| life to q Frenchman means a living tomb,) and
the old fat ladies may be seen descending daily
from their carriages TO walk in the bois, as me-
thodcally as do the younger coquettishlY drive up
and down the avenue of American acaciss
They are making a business of killing time under
the trees for it is too early in the season to bury
themselves in their country seats besides, Paris
has its charms even when worn down by balls,
dinners and other fetes of the winter; and it il
for this we see gaudy equipsges rolling under the
shady drives long after the wand of fashion has
chased away thousands from the city. We have
said country life is q living tomb TO a Frenchman.
he truth is, Parisians do not understand country
life. They have fine old trees in their parks; ex-
quisite flowers on their lawns but these trees are
lot friends TO them nor do their flowers mean
anything except as ornaments for their dinner
tables. Guest" Madame de bedIIr drbres
dams son pdrc-et Dieu! qlsele cOrbelLe de Jtelars
sl0' Ia table" Msdame's success is perfect-her
guests admire. They depart. She casts a glance
upon the cOTbeille of rare flowers, and murmurs,
Oui, cette cOrbelNe de felUS repreSeltteraH
qtdtre cents francs 4 PdriS-du nlOiRS." Then,
with yawn, she adds aloud " Jean, enIecez ces
BeltrS !; EOdelU me porte q Ia tete."
Oh how different appears the very green Of
the trees to the true child of nature. He who
weighs the very word home in the balance with
all that his soul knows of sweetness and tender.
ness and tranquility. To him the branches Of the
trees are freDds-snd their whispering leaves are
always telling the sweet story of the inner life
and often, when in the battle OF the outer life, he
has lost all, courage strength and hope, he, van
pushed, fees - when 10! under the waving
branches of some elm, whose arms stretch out like
those which perhaps sheltered the roof tree-all
the surging, overwhelming bitterness of spirit,
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pictures Of home and youth rise up before his
humid eyes, and he fndC new buckler and shield
and new strength in the tender green leaves. But
the trees in Madames park only serve to cOrrobo.
rate the date Of purchase of her chatesu-said
| trees being more or less aged, represent the ex
act state OF aristocracV or parvenuism.
But to return to Paris and its dust. The Pa
risians adore the trees and gardens in town. I'm
der the trees they drive and firt and forget
! time ; in the gardens they crochet up deal OF
| the thread OF life in intrigues, as well as that
which goes into lace edgng for their petticoats.
The great resort Of the day Is the garden of the
| Tuileries, from five to six. Groups Of elegantly
dressed ladies, groups OF bOnneS with their babies
| groups of the honest working class-swelling
! daily into mass of thousands, may there be seen
while outside their circle is a circular promenade,
/ wherein stroll the "6egants" young and old
| talking and laughing, smoking aud searching
among the varied groups of ladies for scquaint.
| ances and friends. The music is sometimes very
| &, od-it is always agreeable.
We listened last week TO q composition entitled
" Souvenirs dun Voyage" which was charming,
and which was so ingeniously woven together as
10 throw out vivid landscapes Of different coun-
tries The crack Of the POSITIONS whip, the ging
ling bells, and the gay measure sustaining the
wi ole first movement, told clearly of the start
off and of the pleasure Of anticipation. One
scene particularly struck us. 1t was a ship.
scene-eight bells, IL O'Clock, then the ringing
Of the lunehbell the clatter and hustle Of fine
day, with hungry passengers the paddles mono
hating y Gaa. fna
spirits everywhere. The piece ended with an
English home. The lowing herd, the bleating
lambs, the tinkling bells, the approach to the
cottage; then the bark of the house-deg, the
growing Of the cocktail these sounds were dex.
,efOusly woven in the flow Of the melody, now
dreamy, now gay, occasional modulatiOns re-
ieviDg the ear-the whole forming as vivid pic
lures as pencil could paint But do not think that
becaUse one is in Paris surrounded by beauty and
art that ne is always sppreciatve, or even awake
To " e beautiful. EXamp.e: We sat next young
al handsome Creole who, in her day created
M oh sensation in her box at the opera in New
!9GeanSuug Uaa S86fsefa she sat at the Tuiie.
res among the handsome, the elegant and the
gay. She scrutinized severely an old LADY who
had PAID Tor chair; not only one for self but
one for her dog. Ma chere.'v disdainfaIv eT'
Gained our lady of the opera box and diamonds.
c,nlIreRds To que Ton raine IN chen parfoui
CONNIE celaP ITEMS ellie paie me c5@ise 1 n yUa
tat, ct ellie pdppel Bismarck Quest &c qle celia
Utt DIRE. bismarck ?n After hearing this lttIe
aside" we presume the lady noted the "Souve-
mrs gun voyage" just enough to know that some
we're blowing horns, some were beating drums,
et etcO1e! '
We note in the Evenement of the 10Th. that
Miss Jennie Madge, of Missouri, is about 10 be
married to Charles Count de Meifray. As the
count is man of wealth. his worldly posses.
Sons will doubtless save him from the emitting
esprit OF the "Vie Parisienne," which has dealt 40
nnme .ifnly with Monsieur de Brimont, lately
married 10 Miss r., Of New York. The de BIS
"a ia NHrNn I,N Hi
oates 10 Louis Philippe's love OF Champagne.
Inc young scion of this honorable house looked
upon lis marriage as sort of mesalliance we
ssuppose, nashueh as ne invited friend in the
iolcwlng terms: "Oui, Ia Madeleine ode |
mdln"-6t mas TieR de nnieur q fare D1sse ms |
"a" NOW, we know the P's have never been |
decorated for their oil-but then we do not dis
ulgush the fine points Of srstOcracy sufficiently
W.. we CONFESS, 10 know how to draw the line be. |
tween wine merchant and an oil merchant |
IN II. charming caTicature Monsieur de B. is rep |
scented as "teJ jane marie qlti ne porte g1te Sc.
dncetreS e son hinge"
but we go on scrbbling frivolous things. and
gu, Ieadlng or not reading, tOiling aud striving
and charging in all things-just as though change
were not change-just as il all life and all its
treasures were to last, they are Cor as we fancy
tlenl forever. Our tendeTest pity, our fullest
admiration, have been aroused la reading a a.
scrpuon OF the last days of Alfred de Mussat
ecounted by Mr.. EdOuard Leckray, while vet in
nj youth, lost, abandoned, a helpless. homeless
out from his landing to the bar-room
20 IN 1ne motel where be lodged, every two hours,
de Fe0u de Uie," with eyes wherein the sacred
Ire had died out-a soul drowned in degraded OBJ
nVon-an the tender sensitive qualities of hi.
poet-lature ehoked out by the rank weeds of bis
I was despair. He wss the victim 10 a passi91
be had so beautifed through his own beautiful
nature that, parasite.like it absorbed and lost
me soul which gave it birth and so madly nourished
y. The light went out Of his life as Suddenly "A
shooting star disappears from the armament
Inc soul was lying desd, like a sweet martvr.
.roWned with all the Illusions Of life, while yet he
= as young; ana the hres OF passion had consumed
he sacred lyTe-why then should he NOT desn.ir5
WY, truly, but we gFieve at such terrible
avages. The spirit sdores the purity Of kindred
priis-lt finds the voice everlasting in the song
y genius, and the ills Of the flesh which brinS |
mango and death at every step, make the yer9
o9l SICK when we know that 10 that poor 1esi
elonged the gifted spirit Of The Horace of France
lear his last request: '''
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