The New York herald., 1873-05-01

drones the patient toilers and the pleasure
seekers, the e1pcnents of their own skill and
industry who have been silently laboring for
months to win modicum of fame, and the
horde of half-interested, half-supercilious
lookers-on, whose numbers are swelled by
every train and every steamboat-are en-
joying an interval Of rest This is on the
rscaler pour miesr sauter principle, and to-mor-
row will try the patience and the strength and
what racing men call the staying power of
the best of u.s.
MEANWHILE THE CITY SLEEPS.
Perched up in my eyry at the Golden Lamb,
elevated as high as was Professor Teufels-
drockh in his watch tower at Weissnichtwo, I
hear but faint ana distant echoes Of the now
infrequent traffic Such rumbling as there is
proceeds from the wheels Of private carriages
OF heavily laden business wagons, for there is
not hired vehicle which has not been en-
gagged for tomorrow, and all the lohnkutschers
and the drivers Of the Jfacres have taken their
vehicles home at comparatively early hour to
give the poor beasts some needful rest as prep
aration for their hard work, and to revel
themselves in anticipation of their golden gain.
THE GREAT AND MIGHTY TEMPORARILY FALLEN.
Their Highnesses and Mightinesses dwelling
at the Grand Hotel, and their Serene Transpa-
rencies sheltering in the hospitable bosom of
the R6mischer Kaiser, are all asleep. The
cafes are deserted; the last wasp-waisted
eyeglass, taken final pull at his lacquered
mustaches and clanked out of Daum's and
at Neuner's the rattle of the chessmen is
stilled. None but the walters sweeping up
and clearing away are left at Dreher's Bier
Keller, and though there is, 1 believe, to-
nighta
BALL AT THE IMPERIAL REDoUTEN sAAL
the attendance was not expected to be large.
Among the thousands whom this great city
embraces in her wide-stretching arm there
are probably few at this moment whose waking
thoughts, whose dreaming fancies are not con-
nected with the ceremony of to-morrow-the
opening of the Exhibition.
WHITTIER TO THE RESCUE.
Says Mr.. John g. Whittier, in his lovely
ballad of "Maud Muller':-
OF all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these, at might have BEEN"
Perhaps so but what does MIR. Whittier
think Of these =
1t has been once or twice before9
NOTHING NEW UNDER THE sun.
very much doubt whether the bitterness
experienced at the non-fulflment Of possi-
bic happiness is greater than the regret
springing from the knowledge that to us
there is no novelty in the delight which others
are anticipating. 'The thing that hath been
it is that which shall be-; and that which is
done is that which shall be done; and there
is no new thing under the SUM-" were the
words of the wisest of men.
v1ENNA's GLORIOUS MAY DAY.
Tomorrow we open our great Exhibition!
Connu, mon cher? l have seen the opening of
two great exhibitions. Roll away, ye mists
which for score Of years have shrouded the
scenes of my youth, while l, Ulysses, dis
course to Telemachus and his young friends
about them!.
ANTIcIpATIoNs OF LoNDoNERs IN 1851.
We had been anticipating the opening
day MAY /, 1857 for months; every
print shop in London teemed with pic
lures of the Great Exhibition building
in Hyde Park comic artists had been en-
gagged in caricatures of the wonderful foreign
ers expected to visit us; comic authors had
written farces and stories setting forth the
miseries consequent upon the enormous influx
of strangers, and now the day had come and
people eagerly seized the newspapers to see
that nothing had occurred which might cause
any alteration in the programme No! all
that had been set forth was to be strictly adj
hered to; the journals were filed with articles
relating to the Exhibition, and the Times con-
tained
MAY-DAY ODE, BY THACKERAY,
the first verse of which ran thus:-
But yesterday naked sod,
The dandies sneered from rotten row,
And cantered o'er 1t, to and fro;
And see. tits done
AS though 'twere by wizards rod
blazing arch Of lucid glass
Leaps like fountain from the grass
To meet the suni