New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1875-05-31

the apparent signs of war. Peace and
tranquility seem to reign every where. The
greatest attention is necessary to discover the
recent clearings Mt the edge of which line Of red
dish earth marks the fortifcatiOns. However,
as the day declines to the south little bueish
lnes of smoke, rising gently above the trees. They
multiply by groups and form a vast semicircle. 1t
il the Confederates cooking their supper. You may
almost count the roll of their army for every smoke
betrays the kettle Of half section. Farther oil,
the steam of locomotive flying toward the noun
tain. traces by line drawn through the forest the
railroad which brings the enemy their provisions
Al the same moment strain of military music is
heard below the balloon All the clearngs where
we sought in vain to discover the Federal camp,
filed by throng coming ont of the wood that sur
rounds them. This throng arranges itself, and
forms in battalons. The music passes in
front Of the ranks with that peculiar march which
the English call the gOOse-step.' Each battalion
has two Aags with the National colOrs. and the
other with its number and the arms of its State
These flags dipped, the officers salute, the Colonel
takes command, and a moment after, all the sol
diers dsperse for it is not an alarm prelude of
a march forward which has brought them thus to-
gether, but the regular evening parade"
Is not this picture from the hand of a master'
MANY like it conld set before you but the book is
too we'll known in America for me to make further
extracts. Ryarol said, "The word is the clothing
of the thought, and the expression is its aTmor."
The Count of Paris finds both word and expression
so naturally that he seems never TO have searched
for il. Rivarol said, Also that the writer can gain
recruits among soldiers and that the general can
never gain recruits among writers. AS rule there
FORE all the generals are becoming writers. In times
of peace the sword turns to per in their hands.
Yesterday there was a piincely fete at the house
of brother of the Count Of Paris, the Duke OF
Charities, Turkish fete at the Embassy, and an
American fete at Mr.. Stebbinss. The guests were
about the same at each, that the same people
were meeting everywhere. For instance, saw three
times one of your Generals Gen. Sickles, his hand
some wife, and his pretty daughter. When one
bears the insignia of beauty like these two ladies'
and the insignia Of bravery. like Gen Sickles one
cannot be seen too often, being escorted every
where by universal sympathy. At the
Turkish Embassy heard a word which did not fall
on deaf ears. young woman was there who had
disappeared from the world TO mourn in a convent
over the sins of her husband, as it was given out
but who also might have devoted little time to
mourning over her own. lady usually called " the
honeymoon woman" Virtue is like beauty-you
cannot see where il begins or where it ends.
q did not think said an evil tongue that
Madam A. B. c. would indulge herself in the
luxury of a convent before making her re-
entry III the world" still more evil tongue
answered, What would you havei woman
would not care to 20 to Paradise except for he
pleasure of descending 10 Paradise Lost"
ARsENE HoUssAYE.