The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-03-03


girls shoulders, The dresses of this trio were
of the most extraordinary description. The girl
was dressed In q short frock and wore dlngy-
colored stockings and shoes through which her
toes could be discerned. Over the skirt of her
dress was arranged one of Canton flannel with
the wrong side out. The upper part
of her body was enveloped In shawl
which might have belonged TO a remote ancestor
of the oldest inhabltanL. Her head was deco
rated with white hat, the material of which
will not attempt to conjecture, and the hat was
surmounted with pink feathers. A thick black
veil enshrouded this millinery masterpiece but
did not prevent the discovery of a greasy looking
grey silk mask which covered the girls features.
Each of the boys was concealed from mortal
view by an overcoat which, when he stood up,
came to within one inch of the ground and per-
mitted several toes, in state of unblushing
nudity, to appear. The trio slumbered peace
fully on until the reached Thirty-fourth
street. when they awoke simultaneously as
though by preconcerted understanding. The
eldest boy, followed by the others, walked up to
the conductor and commenced bullying him in
baby-voice;-
''What do yer mean by not stopping when yer
told to?"
The conductor was convused and couldn't
answer; every passenger was up and peering to
see what would be the result. The car stopped;
the mites got out. At the corner of Thirty
fourth street and Sixth avenue was blaze of
light, in the midst of which stood carriages, and
masked figures could be seen ascending and
descending like the angels on Jacobs ladder.
In this blaze of light Gavroche and his two COM
panions were lost They handed in their tickets
at the door of certain hall aud vanished up
the stairway. They had gone to masked
ball
Parepa-Rosa the Home Stretch.
This accomplished cantatrice whom admire
equally as a singer and as fine figure of
woman, and the compass of whose waist and
voice is In mutual proportion, is making for
this city again. after very successful tour East,
North, West, and South. A directress of Eng
lish opera who can rake in seventy Thousand
dollars in twenty-one nights, as she is said to
have done deserves to be haunted by the ghosts
of the slaughtered Richings troupe. Such abomi-
nable ingrattude in MeSsrs. Campbell, Castle,
and the rest of them, to "desert the old banner"
and go over to usurper who offered q few dol
lars a month more! don't wonder Caroline felt
badly, and satisfied her revenge by publishing q
card. The most ingenious malice couldn't have
invented shorter way of making oneself ap-
pear ridiculous.
Lent.
Lent in New York is Fashion at the prie-dieu.
The belle does up her choicest laces into the
semblance of sack cloth, and sleeps herself in
ashes (of roses) The penitentlal scourge is
symbolized in her futterless fan; her coquettish
eyes become ''homes of earnest prayer" whose
occupant receives" for the next forty days, and
the penitent prodigal, her brother, joins with
her in her devotions, and forsakes his euchre for
the eucharist Religion is taken out from con-
sciences cupboards, done up In fresh bags of
lavender, 80 to speak, and then put away again
for another year. Lent, particularly in New
York, is like Aunt Ophelias house-cleaning, a
general "claring-up" time for all the rest of the
twelve months. The orison-repeating nymphs
of fashionable life squeeze all the peccadilloes
of the interrupted season into the confessions of
these few weeks, and come forth refined gold
ready to be dressed over again. So let it be.
1t is better that Fashion should find respite in
the formalities of Lent than that she should find
no respite at all. ALI BABA.