The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1873-06-14
A Negro Princess i'm Hayti.

| Herald, writing from Fort au Prince
Hayti, says that the American Minister
Bassett, man III whom there is con
siderable negro blood, lives in palace
once occupied by the late Emperor
| Souiouque, whose name a few years
ago was often in the papers. The WI
| ter proceeds to say:
g In another palace, lew hundred
yards above our Minister'S residence
uncovered in palms, almond and
mango trees, lives the relict of Soulou-
| que. and there, likewise, resides his
only daughter, the Princess Soulououe
| Count Won Bokkelyn, Major Burke
Chief Engineer Bushnell of the Haytien
navy, and other guests of the Minister
had all gone to town, when the Princess
rode down to the broad piazza where |
was sitting measuring with a teIe-
scope the character of vessel dis
tinctly visible sixty miles away on the
nm of the horizon. The morning
was lovely beyond description.
and the Whole of the air was thick
with the lerfume of the jessamine. The
picture in front of the house was all the
heart could desire-a busy town below,
a peaceful ripping sea beyond, tree
clad mountains, scattered clusters of
royal palms and vivid patches of vary
ing green, forming a mosaic in verdure
over the spreading lawns surrounding
| the dwelling. 1t was while all this
splendid tropical beauty was at its
best, and the dew drops still glistened
on the rose bushes, that the vision
burst upon me which / am about to
describe. Mounted on a cream colored
Venezuelan horse II hands high, with
white name and tail, was lady about
two shades removed from the com
plexion of anthracite coal
She was dressed as no other lady I
ever saw before was ever dressed on
horseback. Her rig was unique, novel.
gorgeous Her riding robe was sky
blue silk, and around her waist she
wore sash of gold that futtered in
dazzling stream behind her. Her hat
was plumed with scarlet ostrich
feathers Her ample bosom heaved
beneath sapphire brooch as large as a
saucer, and her ears sustained the
weight of $50, 600 worth of diamond
brilliants. a necklace of diamonds
contributed to the dazzling spIendor of
her apparel, and it's value might be
roughly estimated at about 500, 600.
Her gloves were yellow doeskin, worn
with long gauntlets, such as the Eng
lish life guards wear. The handle Of
her riding-whip was studded with ru-
bies and emcralds, and the bride
chain of her horse was of solid gilt
tering silver.
rThie, fha lool E,o,,o,-,,,f,
ter, Princess Soulouque, once the
bright particular star of the Imperial
palace and the beloved idol of Port
au Prince. She was going to the city
and so was |, and as we happened to
be acquainted We went together. [
wanted to see the effect of that COR
geous raiment and adornment on the
Champ de Mars. She talked with
much animation as we rode along
through the oderous lanes, and
pointed with her riding whip to the
ruins of her fathers palace. And
there you passed 50 many happy days"
[ sympathizingly observed cob
yes, -" she responded, happiest of my
life; so nice place. 1t was with a
sigh h'op de bonheuDa; but what's the
use to regret ?" and she laughed in
light, ringing, silvery tone, that was
music in itself. Soon we were on
the soft green carpet of the
Camp de Mars, aud her noble
steed leaped exultingly forward
Then he cavorted around for some
time. dancing polka on his hind legs
after the fashion of the military trained
horses of the country. Finally he
made break for town, with bis quar-
ter of million Of freight, and as he
moved like whirlwind, the lovely
Princess seemed like brilliant meteor, |
wherein all the cClors of the rainbow |
and all the gems of the ocean blended |
and shone. 1t had been some time
since the Princess visited the
city, though living within a |
quarter of an hours ride. |
Her appearance was recognized half
mile away, and all the people crowded |
to the doors and windows, work ceased |
along the street, the men removed |
their hats, and the women bowed III |
melting admiration. The entrance of
the Princess created a profound i'm |
preston, yet | could not help thinking
If the same moving picture met the
vulgar and irreverent gaze of the folks
of some town of Illinois or Indiana,
the profane remark would have been
made by jmgo! here comes Il cir
Gus | left the Princess at the resi-
dence Of a former lady Of rank, relict
Of the Dee de Marmalade.