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

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He is assured to wins Milford dreamt, last
night, that he saw him four lengths ahead at
Tattenham-court-road Corner
wager freely on Ventre-T -Tambour.
Lord Ouiggins says we had better not go
down to his baronial hall at Ouapping, but
make a night" and start early.
All, nights of London, you have not,
effectively, stolen your reputation! What
contrasts, fascinating but terrible-here, the
noblesse, like Ouiggins, quaffing champagne
with visitors from France; and there the
miserables, the Tom-Dick-H Harries drinking
gin-the blonde misses, casting aside the
Puritanic pudor of the saloon, and dancing
freely with foreign gcatJemdHS at the Duke of
Argyles Casino-what contrasts but also,
alas. what iealousies still existing, what inter-
necine hatred still in rage!
REALITIES.
l. Scltus- Waters or S. and b.
After Light, Shadow; after Pleasure Pain;
sad but inevitable oscillations of the pendu-
lum of life
Alas, to wake-it is to remember, and to
remember is to repent. X
For some time l knew not where 1 found
myself. Presently, as the dim light of the
dawn penetrated, first through the folds of the
fog andn through the dirt of the windows
l recollected that Lord Ouiggins had advised
me to stay with him at a fashionable hotel,
adding that his own drag would call for us in
the morning. All, there is still remaining,
then, little of the true old Britannia hospi-
tality! Democrat myself, let me not be un-
Just to the noblesse.
What did you ring for?" pursued Lord
Ouilliam.
but, for Settlers them
''T6Ut dyOit," he reioined "V1HS etjeg
b0r155lemeHt coupe, ns0R ami; 6jeR rOidei"
Strange and picturesque argot of intoxica-
ton; lawful cut, very tight.
''Listen" continued Milford. ''My carriage
is not yet arrived. 1t has probably been
stopped by the Thames Embanl1ment which
is to run outside my park at Ouapping. Look
YOU 1 will take places for two, outside an
omnibus. 1t is the usual plan among the
nobility Admiral Rous will be one of us.
You may easily know him by his wearing
white hat, veil, and flower in his button
hole. Meanwhile, better not have Settlers.
Try and b -
Enigma, of which the solutio n--when it
came-was far from disagreeable.
H. Luz.
The morning at first was dull and brumous.
| The spleen of Britannia seemed to possess
me. l had atrocious pains i'll my head Every
noise bore upon my nerves. The very sight
of food seemed to nauseate me.
Lord Ouiggins, on the contrary, made a
breakfast of the most substantial.
cannot say much in favor of the cuisine
at this fashionable hotel, one of the first in
| London, the well-known ''Spotted Dog" in
| the aristocratic quarter, Route de la Chapelle
Blanche (White-Chapel road), the Faubourg
st. German of London. Shange-the hotel
is not mentioned in any of the ordinary Lon
! don Guides
Ray by ray, sunbeam by sunbeam, the morn
! ing advanced AS the herrings of Yarmouth
vanished from the table the sunlight pierced.
Light for the captive in the dungeon, for
sailor on the deck, for the noble sportmans on
! the omnibus. Light--light equal, impartial,
beneficent To the trainer in his STALL to the
outcasts sleeping on the Downs, to the patri-
clan in his lonely tub, the light appeared, the
promise, the herald, the messenger of JOY.
For once the social distinctions, hard as
iron, of the Old England break down; for
once the noble lord rides on the knife-board
with the proletarian. The baronet salutes the
butchers deep calleth unto deep. Sublime
democracy of sport, victorious equality of the
betting ring
We take our places. The best seat is re-
served for the Admiral-that famous old war;
rior, who turned the fortune of the day at
Chillianwallah by his historical charge at the
head of the Naval Reserve and the Royal
! Horse Mrrines. Combination eccentric, but
not without precedent. The horse was sacred
to Neptunus. This Rous see you, this Adj
miral SO passionately equine in his tastes he
is Jean-Bart and he is also Murat; he is Keller
man, and he is also La Perouse All the
great men touch and recognize one another !
The light still brightens. Behold us then
effectively departed
Hourrah! Hep, hep, hep!
Vive Ventre- -Tambour
Ill., Nothing Is Certain to Happen Jut Hat
lcttch is Unt0reSeca.
We have gone few miles on our road, still
through the streets Of the fashionable quarter
to-day as democratic as the faubourg st.
Antoine, and crowded with other Derbyites,
before we speak much to each other. Reserve
characteristic of the oldest and proudest aris-
tocracy on earth.
At length Lord Ouiggins whispers me
81 knew l had forgotten something. I've
left my purse on the piano !"
For the moment wished that 1 had dons
the same.
Suspicion dishonorable and ignoblo
!. When Pocaty becomes iy0aical let Weayt'
take care.
+ The old Britannia humor, as exhibited il
samuel Benjamin Johnson, in Jonathan
smith, and Dean Sydney Swift, is not abso
, lutely extinct upon the road
, More than one little Arab of the highway
shouts out to me, ''I'l have your hat I" Wild
caprice of the imagination, piayfuly misrepre
sentlng the probable eventualities of the future
. and yet, at bottom, profound, almost terribl,
"a mockery' yes but menace--a jest, with
out DOUBT but threat also-the voice, gro
tesque but strldent, of the Miserables Re
feet To-day they only laugh at propertv. To
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