The New York herald., 1870-04-24
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velvet panler sash and plenty OF diamonds AS large

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nom the ground ana Wild violets peep IN tne Sos.
| sehds Ia the folIowing:-
II: w sSS .snse snsas
him thus divert his attention from the cares Of NE
would you like best EDoLio.
The following from Erane's husband:-
quite @ had ssnS snsas
put oyn ns ;a Sa' os,s the vanity of
second any place Is drst rate in the HHRALD.
| Another from my Scotch fricnd:-
don't mind before ore the ,has hassnAhn mind od 'e
Rsn sS' ranks alter the Bos poRoUGaERrY
| Eashion and Fas,,ions nj the Bois-Nature
md Art and Everyday Life Scenes.
PARIS, April 9, 1870.
Whether take your readers with me to the Bos
an hour or so after SUNRISE when they would hear
such concert from bough TO blade as never yet ex-
cued tneir applause, or whether they come later
rresh horse for an lnvgoratng canter or whether
| they prefer my company at fashionable hours and
only so down the drive, or love best the stiffness Of
| eve when none but subdued sounds strike the ear,
| | say there Is no place like the Bos de Boulogne
| between the North and South Poles. Whenever 20
| into raptures about this glorious spot know all
your countrymen call me '.eusning'' French
| man, but ! am not bit ashamed OF my en-
| some OF you say until you have seen this
| or that placer Now. what do l care for
| other places What II Londoners have got their
| 'Serpentine and Zoos Americans their Park What
| If there is PradO ana Corso and Shoubrahf
What II the Germans have their nature and beer and
music all together ask again. what II there are
| ancestral oaks IN England, anu grenade bushes In
Spain, and laurel and orange groves in Italy, and
| beautiful women IN New York, and jasmine and
| roses IN Egypt We have got 1t all IN one at the
| Bots de Boulogne Yes slrs we have; and what is
more, have got that sort OF people In Paris glad
and Ut TO see everybody without any fuss false
PRIDE. The poet and worse, in threadbare coats by
the side OF the reckless proHiga.e and basking in
heavens sun.
As the boughs are not yet sufficiently leafy for
| conceament, the big, fanhke horse chestnut not
having split clean from the sneaf this is the
| TO take many scenes In. Let me fancy we two,
| myself ana that one OF your readers now running
down this column, and If ne has had cause to regret
| have held him company when he comes TO the end,
| will send no more laureate compositions to the
HERALD.
| AS we walk Driskly along from the gilt entrance
| gates below the avenue de rmperatrce like your
remark that the gravel sounds crisp under foot; 1t
| shows you have an ear for something as good as
| dtpas, and beg you will notice admire the shine
of the dew every strand OF fern by the way. How
joyous, too, the surny laugh OF the peasanry bring
ing through the Bois "a short cut their carloads OF
| mix and provisions from neghborlng villages How
their wives. with red cotton kerchiels crossed
| over their bosoms, and now deep the pockets in
| their wide commercial aprons No cashier could
| ever abscona with the coppers OF these buxom ma.
irons. No;Nse will not follow those stabemen lead
| Ing their tters' thoroughbreds out for cons,itu
| tiona ma ma Off yonder down the alley, where
| you seS,. Vatermen In blue smocks filing
| their long pipes before tney water the roads.
| nodd ed to that keeper IN green because he knows
| me- You will meet several as we 60 on. They 60
from lodge to another to ask after each others
health while wives at home make the coffee; it Is
walk and keeps up cviity between the brotherhood,
| though parted by q good hours trip from gate to
| gate. Bnl as you Observe here Is large sheet OF
| We viii; yes, we win throw ourselves in that
| gondola. You take one car and ! viii take the
| other. That Dushy place long way down is the
| Chalet des lies, because there is SWISS restau-
| rant on it. AS we dip our oars listen how the rip
ping water, dripping OIL like pearls, responded
TO Dy the twittering birds the fir trees on either
SIDE The tribe OF aquatics HE away we approach
mlrthfu somersaults and those born aristocrats as
you lustycall thega. saii majesticaliy py. Morning
| out their plumage and lifting their aigrettes
Further sts Iou wish TO row; we Will go down to
and wide Spreading lawns re1oce our gaze and hun nun
| CRY we botn are wnen we pull up not far from
WIN you n TO- ana where @ the
served. The outlets are and you are not mistaken,
a Ia Mainteaon; the FISH is mackerel q Ia naaitre
dhotel; you couldn't get better; the asparagus
6race Is preserved, bat very tender; the coffee Is
| the best Mocha and your cigars much better than
an hour over all; but that extra bottle OF ciaret
| viii keep us on our legs till dusk. You don't like
fee without one the other. Look at the hurrying
| Seine before we move and those heavy
wa 3 Of as At ss So
der Of the river trying their lines and bait as II
there were no other business In life beyond catch
ing 'gonJonsi' for fry, and as II each passing
| dld not bring down from Paris some tale OF woe
| OF JOY 1t has Witnessed in Its coarse'
| You are sitentf Then turn your ears westward.
That IS the Longca,nps race course, the so-called
tur; now IT ID one glare OF sun and sand. Who shall
Ien friend Jonathan what scenes have passed here
what revels, what downiaIls and pcnics, what fran
TIC hopes have sped riders on over every inch or the
| wen measured ground, how much beauty mas stood
around thar charmed space betting, ay, betting like
stocAprokers or encouraging men on to their ruin
those silent stands. This is the Coliseum, this the
agiphitheatre OF our century.
But here comes a regiment OF cavalry. They are
the culrassiers and Ihey are gong out to exercise
quite as imposing You say, as If called out for war
fare. SO they are There ia good deal OF the an
cenC Gaul left stlll in the French ony. We look az
tner glittering breastpleces, helmets and swords
probably with the same .noaghis-thngs OF another
age, eh2 But now tney are no more than speck
| IN the distance. Such IS glory.
| Up, upl AuonS, for stroll 10 the cascade. You
snlle; now we are standing iu front OF it, Certainly
1t is out mimic fall leaplng from ledge to ledge a
| miniature indeed; but the splashlng OF the spray
| and the ruSn below are as gOOu as your mighty
! Niagara unto those who have seen no better.
| All the closed coupes you see standing round
about are waiting for their masters at the restsu.
| rant close by. II is 1ayorite rendezvous, and
| many newly married come here during the honey
| moon TO hide their happiness over q sumptuous
| breakfast.
Besides 1t is getting late; the schools are out.
| Shouts from lusty lungs remind US both or our
games. There the masters talking politics two
by two, or reading Tor their private instruction,
while the colleg!ans have stripped OF their coats
and upturned their shirtsleeves Horace Virgil and
Homer are forgotten for leapIrog, football or game
| at bars''
1t was your proposition, not mine, to turn down
tnat lane and enter the thicket; it is your fault
we came on that 6te-a.tste which made your honest
| face blush crimson. After Oil, what was itp Two
| lovers on 4 bench, the ladys hand in the gentle.
) mans, q basket OF field flowers at her feet and
the knife with which he had cut on that
| branch for her bodice. There is no hurry: I,
Is only pastoral. l Will lead you this time and
you smile mlschievousy; for we have come on