The New York herald., 1870-08-14
Jockey Club and Yachtmen on to the
War-A Military Skip Step in Place
Of the ''Grecian Bcnd''-War News
and Toile. Neglise-What the
BonGpartcs and Murats Wear at
the Oper;. Mt the Sing
Ing OF the ...rseillaise''--
''Bismarcks" Gone Ont
Fall Hats, Trimmings
and style Generally.

members of the Jockey and Yacht Clubs have en-
listed), and had just the last of regiment
of infantry leaving for the Strasbourg station in a
fit Of deirious joy. They had gone down the Bouc-
wards with that fantastic French march step which
is so offensive to his Bismarckian majesty, and is
"A compromise between the hop, skip and plunge.
Women and children had broken the lines the
latter marching unhurt, the former carrying
either the soldiers sack gun for the sake of re-
lieving the son, cousin or brother just little way
and there were shakos and kepis on the top of
sticks, branches waving above and flowers
showering down. The "Marseilaiser mingled
with the "Chant du Depart" and as the dense.
| turbulent hive proceeded. ever increasing as it
went along, wondered how many of the depart
| ing numbers would return.
| As am opposed by nature to sad perspectives
| should, as usual, have shaken them of with u
merry hum, but my favorte snatch from Herye
was arrested by the sound of voices from behind
me- and the following was exchanged while drew
| on my lavender gloves.
"Whoever can he be" knew by instinct that
| was the subject of this inquiry.
"Oh, he is Vie NEW YORK HERALD's Paris
writer. He is to be seen everywhere people say
| he never goes to bed"
Dear met What queer profession for man
to take to- and - is he technical? mean does
he know the difference between platings, ruches,
rufng gathering and SO on? Between tunics
and breastpeces, &cr'
II suppose so; he has acquired certain reputa-
ton in that line.'
Il should say that man is n curiosity, bat, poor
fellow, what is he going to do now? His letters
will, as long as war lasts be the last people can
care for.'
One word here, readers. felt, / will not say
what, but pray do all of you request each other to
"put yourself in his place." When you have ca ch
asked of your friends to do this all will realize
what felt. Fortunately of the servants of
the club "a gentleman who owns property in
Paris and wears a black coat with white necktie)
brought me a huge parcel. My own man had
brought my letters from my rooms and had at that
same moment sent them in. And what budget
Dispatches" said one of the gentlemen be-
hind.
"Tclegrams too,' CONNIE ted the other.
81 dare say all about trmmings.'
"Well, never - put in the first speaker, ''if
that doesn't beat everything | wish could see
the mans face"
thought there was no necessity for hiding the
peculiar though it be, and looked straight at
theirs as walked by to the reading and writing
room. cannot tell what impression made: /
only know one of the speakers started up all of
one piece like the Prussian landwehr and only
| heard, well, he is curiosity -
AS laid my letters out one on the top of the
other according to date-and there were letters
from all sorts of places in France-I could not help
hearing all over again in my own mind the assur-
ance that my letters would be the last read in
your paper.
Down came my cnched fists on the pile of
epistles before me, which action enectually fiat
tened them and stung my energies. 1t is useless
to repeat the solemn terms l employed while |
made pledge unto myself; the long and short of
which was that all through the war your readers
should look at my letters the first thing on eyery
Sunday morning.
The letter which happened to be on the to
was from Eliane, Vespetro's wife. It was written
on tinted paper. The contents of this sweet
woman letter informed me that Vespetro had
left for the Garde Mobile, with nothing bnt his
uniform on his back; a uniform much like that of
the sailors'-blue and red. 1t was all over with
chateau life; no more picnics nor garden parties.
for the men had nearly all gone. The postman of
the localities round about had become the crere
hero and tenor OF the country He alone was ex-
pected and looked for through opera glasses. and
when he appeared at the end of the shady avenue
he was met, and had his hands shaken and was
dragged to the house, where the best wine was
put before him, until answ ers quick an
swers were given unto him in reply
to the communications he had brought
The day was spent over subscriptions to the
wounded soldiers and sailors fund, the evening
over patriotic songs accompanied by the clergy
and ,yit t,.ra
drove off from morn to night to meet the trains,
and with their own hands to pour out wine or dis
tribute food to the men, who were not allowed to
get down from the cars. As to toilet, il was all
negtjge-whO were the ladies to dress for? The
last BON mot Of Vespetro's first born and only son
was recorded. The little urchin had heard his
mother read the Emperors proclamation aloud
ending with the phrase, God will bless our
army"
How many men there in our army?' he
inquired.
boy made no observation but when it was bed
time, and Eliane told him to say his prayers. he
answered, 81 think the Almighty will not listen
to me, Mamma with blessing ali the army he has
"FrouFrou's letter from Paris was much
more comforting. She supposed l was still in
Touraine, and had directed TO my rooms, with
the injunction "to be forwarded" Her paper was
of the palest green, and strange to saw but true.
slightly specked with brown This paper was all
the rage before the war, and was wittily meant TO
imply cdodrd's egg. No lover would have
written declaration upon it | hope, though
ballet girls could have used it to swear they would
remain faithful "Frou-'rou" has no particular
motto she uses all promiscuously but on the note
allude TO there was a foot of the vine and the
the tendrils said:-"l fear the heat; but cold
does hurt me-" Frou-frou had been to the opera
to see the "Muette de Partci." IL was to be
gala night, and Mile. Sass was to sing the Mar
seillaise" between the third and fourth acts. She
knew who had taken boxes and mana ged to get
one in front of the Duchess de Mouchy's in order
to tell me what the descendant Of the Murat's
had worn.
The house was very full, and among the cele-
b:itles were the two Bonaparte Processes Nine
Maurice Richard in a lovely lilac gauze robe,
Comtesse PrimOli, white as marble and
wreathed with grenade blossoms Princess
Poniatowska, the Duchess de Montmorency in