The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-06-15


description, purporting to come from an un-
happy Frenchman, of visit to the Derby.
II is from the point of view of having been
swindled by member of the swell-mob, and
would properly be LHomme GU PSeure.
ANT1crATIoNs.
l. EH0mn6 Q@ LtH.
''In England everything is great, even that
which is not good, even olgarchy itself J.
Though profound and sublime OF the Master;
onnpbtbegm initiatory and bitter of the Man
who Laughs-who laughs, but who can also
bite.
For Genius, as for Ambition-for Prone
tbeus who thinks, as for Prometheus who
Yields the great battalions-seems it not that
there is reserved, by the dersive irony of
Fate. an expiatory rock, an island exile p?
For Victor Hugo this rock expiatory but
glorious, calls itself Guernsey.
For Napoleon, it had two names; it was
Elba, and it was Ste. Helene.
''He laughs best who laughs last, says the
proverb.
Proverbs are the wisdom of nations
And thou, oh Master, oh author of the Man
who Laughs, thy laugh is as the laugh of
Gwynplaine, sombre ibut not cynical, perma-
nent but full of pity yof compassion-a laugh
ter broken with tears-above all, a laughter
which endures!
''''''''
The sp0rtmdns of France, the sp0rtmanS of
England, they are as the brothers of Cor
sica. What says your Williams! ! las we
were being washed by nurse, we got COM
pletely mixed" Touching and tender fantasy
of this grand old Swan of Straford-upon-
Thames.
had long desired to watch you insularies
in the sports of the hippodrome in which L
am myself not without skill; but the furious
st,,,,C of tho S1aava tuica datain ad ma ot io
lais, and once at Boulogne. 1 consoled myself
in the hope that everything comes to him who
knows how to wait. / knew how to wait. L
waited.
After Chantilly, Epsoms Courses?
The sea appeared calm not wrinkle in the
folds of the steel-blue Sleeve.
l embarked myself, with my luggage in my
left hand and my ''Ruff's Guide to the Turf"
in my right
shall see them then, at last-these
courses. sacred in the past by the memory of
Eclipse and the Flying Admiral Childers, dear
to the patriotic heart of France in the present
days by the triumph of Gladiateur
III. Oceal less Peifdjous Hua tic AriSt0-
cracy Gf AD'oa.
The sun was shining. The Ocean stirred
gently in its sleep
AS we cross Calais Bar the vessel rolls 1
like it not Can she be strong enough for the
res? l begin to marvel whether she is made
of iron, or only made of wood.
1 address the question, politely, to young
English SportatdHS by my side Pardon,
Mister; but what is the vessel made of y
A spasm of uncertainty, if not Of pain,
passes across his face as he points to an in
scription inside the paddle-boXes.
One can only die one time; nevertheless, it
is permitted to exclaim against the perfdy
of the Steamboats, of the Board of Commerce
for London and Douvres read the inscrip-
ton. Hope abandons me. The vessel is not
made of iron
She is not even made of wood!
She is only ''ALaid Of kent'!
". P0rtoRtosum Hllrc.
An agitation which have never felt before
seems to seize upon me.
The further we go, the more it increases.
VI NoJLeSse OjLge.
The young English sportnaaS is, after all, a
good infant. He brings me big golet and
biscuit, which comfort me.
we become more and more friendly, as the
pain subsidies. When we reach Douvres, L
give him my card
He says that he has forgotten his; but that
] shall have no difficulty in finding him Mt any
of the t0H6Ou1S de d ch0SSe-Sporting Drums
especially if l asked for Lord William Wig
gins, of Mapping.
What a droll of a name! Not facile to pro-
nounce, that Let us essay, with the help Of
the dictionary of pronunciation
'Ouilliam Ouiggins-of Ouapping.'
Pest!
VII THE Babylon Of BrjtajR.
Yes in England everything is great. Be
hold this London, confused and chaotic ANAL
gamation of bourg upon bourg, of city upon
city, almost of county upon county--behold
its administration, vague, contradictory,
without doubt, but immense, but Titantic,
but sublime-behold it's Lor Marie, relic
touching and melancholy, even when con-
Vivial of the medieval centuries when Whit
tingtons Club and DR.. Watts Tyler combatted
for the liberty of the municipality
plate Sir Thwaites, who hurls bridges across
the Thames who bids the aspiring viaduct
invade the lonely kingdom of the Empyrean,
and who Hercules of his epoch, cleanses the
Augean stables by his sewers, persevering and
profound - contemplate those companies
which have tanned the flash of lightning into
a commissionare, and which circulate through
one pipe water, and through its neighbor
fire; and you will avow that although there i,
but one city in the world, which is Paris
there is also nation encamped in buildings
which is London!
To-day London has but one heart, which
palpitates-one thought, which engrosses-
one dream, which possesses-one hope, which
enchants. To the heart, the thought the
dream, the hope, there is one key.
1t is the Epsoms Courses at Derby!
VZIL BapIicatioa8.
Questions to revolve-
''Who is Epsom?"
"And where is Derby"