The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1870-09-11
Dress Fashions In Paris-TasIionis Niece
ON tho Battle Field.

Dress Fashions In Paris-TasIieui's Niece
ON the Battle Field.
Our special fashions letter from Paris
smells strongly Of gunpowder. With the
Prussians outside Of the Notifications Of the
city, and the public sewers said to be mined
and made ready for an explosion against the
enemy when they come in, we need not wonder
that the Parlsians had lost sight Of the beauti-
fui unities Of the toilet. No use, almost, in
dressing under such circumstances. There was
nobody to be seen but soldiers, and 'snothing
to wear" but few sold things" which had
been made up couple Of weeks before and
were. necessarily, not In thelatest STYLE The
ladies went "scarce anywhere but to the
hospitals and the churches. The social
routs and revels and receptions and
the horse racing in the Bots had sub
sided, and there was nothing heard Of but
routs in the field, the reveille Of the regi-
mental buglers, the reception Of wounded
soldiers, and cavalry horse racing in the face
of "our Fritz the French horsemen being
well in advance, or 'slittle ahead" as was
that bear away out on our American north
western territory when the dog was In full
pursuit. Life In Paris was disturbed sadly. The
social relations were marred by war. Fashion
struggled bravely for perpetuity and life. As
if in anticipation of the approach of peace
the goddess had endorsed the use Of
white muslin for evening dresses, and
there were some few toilet novelties
besides. Our special writer recalls the scene
Of splendor which prevailed in Paris at the
moment when bluff King William and Bis
marck visited Napoleon at the Tuileries, the
year of the Universal Exposition, and rode
through the city with him in one OF his state
carriages, the then smiling and happy and
confding Eugene following in caleche, with
her swan-lke neck bent forward in the enjoy
ment of pleasant converse with Fritz Of
Hohenzollern. How vastly changed is the
! ecenel How painfully verified the inevitable
fat of the end Of the sentence ''of the vanity
of vanities!" '.' ir ras.sA& 80,
Our writer narrates an affecting incident
consequent on the Franco-Prussian war,
one which will enlist the national sympathies
of American readers for mother, distin-
guished woman, in moments of her suspense
and joy. General Ulrich, who commanded In
Strasbourg for the French, is the husband of
Taglioni, a niece of the great Taglioni
and herself most distinguished artistic. The
son Of the d0nseuse served in the French army
at the battle of Woerth. When the news Of
the slaughter of that terrible field reached
Paris his mother heard that he was Killed
that Albert was among the slain. She did not
believe it. She set out from Paris, journeyed
to Woerth, found a few survivors of the
Twelfth chasseurs, his regiment, quartered in
q miserable village near by. At night she
found her son. Albert was laid in stable
beside his horse. He was fast asleep. Tag
lioni (Madame Ulrich) kissed him as he slept
and retired. saying to the sentinel as she
passed, s'Tell Albert that came and kissed
him." 1t was grand occasion, one Of those
moments when humanity is elevated above
itself-raised fro m its gloomy surroundings Of
earth and brought nearer to heaven.