Weekly Trinity journal., 1869-10-02
The Women Of Paris.

correspondent says:
The women of Paris are far from handsome
noticeable comely woman is a rare exception
either among the griseue or distingue class
Their style is not attractive. They have insipd
noses, and not good complexious and they
often mar their faces by excess of rouge and by
blackenipg their eye-lashes, brows and lids.
Their manners are engaging, but the women
themselves too artificial in every way. No
man determine under ordinary circum-
stances, whether nature or the modiste made
them. After he has won angel, he cannot be
sure she will not melt under the ardor of his
kisses into an unasthetic mass of whalebone,
cotton and sawdust.
The prettiest French girl have seen was the
petite Raymoude, at the Boufes Pa~isens, the
other evening and, though she seemed to owe
almost as little to dress as Queen Godiva a GER
tain memorable occasion, | shall never dare to
guess how much of her symmetry was the lnspi-
ration of bran.
The women here look best between nineteen
and twenty. After twenty-five they grow tawny
and shriveled, and old women in France are
often too bomely to live-which may be the rea-
son they live so long. They don't become thin
and over spritualzed like the Americans, nor
stout and prosaic like the English. They wither
up and darken until they bear close resem-
blance to smoked behring's.
The fairest of the sex are the demi-mondeists
are exposed to more temptations through their
attractiveness and vanity. No good-looking girl
can be kept in any hotel store or shop in Paris
for any length of time. She is always per-
suaded to lead the life of lorette rather than
earn her bread by honest industry. So much is
this the case that pretty girls can hardly get
place here for it is known that they can't stay
in it more than few days. Their vanity is so
easily excited-and they are singuarly senti-
mental whatever their station in life-that when
some designing fellow tells them they are beau
tful and gives them a trinket, their head is fairly
turned, and their usefulness as clerks is gone
forever.
Homely servants and saeswomen and account
ants are in demand and the demand is freely
met, judge from the number OF salow, cross
eyed, wrinkled, uDgainly creatures encounter.
in the cafes, shops and theaters. 1t speaks i'll
for the virtue of this community that woman
can't be attractive and keep position in pub
lie place. Thousands of girls are educated and
grow up with the expectation of entering into
the demi-monde. They have no hopes of mar
riage. They do not want TO work. They have
an Unsuitable fondness for display for admira
ton, for pleasure, for affection. The conse-
quence is they 60 TO the arms of the first man
who pays well and kisses sweetly. Not trained
to virtue, without adherence of unchastity,
with a code of morals that exists nowhere else,
they follow a life of gayety and pleasure without
regret or remorse. If they sin much, they love
much. Sensuous and sentimental pagans as they
are, when favor deserts end fortune frowps, they
kiss their faded flowers, and their old love let
ters, quote phrase from Lamartne or Dumas,
light the charcoal a1d are at rest.
Who blames them, poor creatures They are
more sinned against than shining, as all women
are and man, who is always responsible for
them, is cruel when he casts at them the small
est stone.
The American women, of whom so many are
constantly in Paris, are greatly admired here.
Nor is it strange for they are, among all ma
tionalities, strikingly handsome. Whenever you
notice pretty woman in Paris, you may feel al
most certain she is Columbian. On the
Champs Elysees, at the Bois, at the opera, in
the Boulevards the delicate spiritueLie, oval, in
telectual faces, that peep out like lilies in mo-
rass, are Enthusiastically American. They are
known all over the continent for their rare
beauty, and are landed from the Volga to the
Seine. At the Grand hotel you see more pretty
women than anywhere else in Paris; for that is
the great centre of Americans. | am sorry to
say some OF them are like peacocks they are
beautiful only when silent. But there are many
who talk as they look who are entirely elegant
and we'll bred who have the fine magnetism
and fragrance that render the plainest women
lovely, and make of their daily life a delightful
poem.