New-York tribune., 1870-11-14
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Co,n,oon reople can never know the delight which
an horost ;psnIt can give to the jaded senses of a
dos,ot This brutality from the carfnned lips of
l of the gutter completely fascinated the autocrat
IF France. He felt the Joy which Brownings queen
declares she would know if the sentinel at the palace
sbould some day throw away his halberd, and,
seizins her in his rude arms kiss her breath away.
This street Arab treated him with natural scorn and
the Emperor was charmed and enslaved. OF course,
as soon as Jupiter came in his glory, this Semele
Welded. and positively seemed to have acquired
certain regard for her munifcent protector
What female heart can gold despisei
What cats averse TO fshi
As for the Emperor, he seemed TO be completely in
fatuaed with what Balzac calls cette croyabe passion
des rielldrds coTOmpas. Among the documents found
in his private cabinet is one showing the remarkable
trust and confidence he reposed in this girl of the
people-selecting her as the putatve mother OF
child born in the Tuileries under shady crcum-
stances.
Two scandals in rapid succession broke up the rea-
ton between them. The Emperor was one day pros
trated by epileptic attack in Marguerite's house
The frightened girl called in the nearest Doctor and
he, with o cOmmendable desire of making the best
of the wind-fall, hailed passing cab. and took the
stricken potentate home to the Tuieries The story
Was 700 10 De hept BVHcidu
and Mademoselle Bellanger was requested by an
agent Of the Empress to leave Paris. She politely
declined saying she found the air of the capital re-
markably good for her lungs Her airy insolence
saved her from further molestation. But shortly
after her empty head being turned with her success
she had the indecent erOntery to drive across the
head of the Empress's horses in the Bos, and this
time the Prefect of Police packed her out OF the
city to Belgium, where she remained year; and on
her return fresh fields and pastures had allured
her tickle shepherd, and their relations never were
resumed.
But the pale cheek OF Marguerite had like Lady
Corisande's, received the seal Of majesty, and she
never after lacked homage and protection. She
moved through the.ittle world Of Paris with some
thing of a goddess bearing-a Venus Anadyomene,
although sprung from the foam of the maternal
sOapsuds There is nothing loyal as vice, and any
of the pefis crer6 of Paris felt almost much hon
ored by having La Margot on his arm as by wearing
the Napoleons ribbon in his button-hole At the as
semblies in the Rue de la Victoire, which Mr. Perrin
used to CALL in his forid style, Evenings of Youth
where people went purely to dance, you could fire.
quently this frail, faery sprite, dressed with
richness and care that attested how more than Pac-
tolian are the sands of time when kings hold the
hour glass surrounded by little gaudins whom che
snubbed and scOrned and dancing all the waltzes
with the fiery possession of Menad. 1t was there
one could see the true "round dance" Not IN Ma
billie, where hair-dreSsers and street-walkers skip
over the gravel at two francs an hour; not in the
Cosere des Lilas, where the grotesque is the only
object of study not in the salons of society where
awkward youths and maidens go humping through
ncumbered space in the touching deluson that they
are wa'tzing-but if you would spend one fortunate
hour among the thoroughly-broken goers of La
borde's you could then appreciate why Strauss was
born and the "Blaue Donau" was written. There
are women there so old and sadly wise that they
must have flirted with MiTabeau and danced with
Egalite-but if you opened your arms and shut your
eyes you could imagine you were spinning with
youthful sylphide fresh from a dewy vale of Ihes-
saly 1t was in this place that last saw Marguerite
Beanger dashng through helong hall IN the arms
of the Incompatible Peuin-dancng master and Cor
poral of the National Guard-her great eyes aiiame
with the soul of the music. her pallid cheek just
touched with rose borne in the rush of the waltz
like slim comet dragging trail Of tulle. II was
plain to see that her wild and vivid life was draw
ing near its close that she would soon 90, with her
Unbalanced ledger of weakness and folhes and
wickedness and ftful useless goodness-for Marguer
ite was as generous as the day, and prided herself
like Ninon on being an honest man to meet her
Judge and confront her betrayers.