New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-01-01

IIe has pitched his tent at the very end of Paris
Avenue do viQiers. six miles from the Academy,
amid world of masterpieces. Snceh lie began preach
ing one might call him q Father Of the Desert all
the more as in Summer be flies 10 Puys rayishIng
little retreat beside the sea. where no one comes
except his friends. But he has enough of them not
counting two lovely daughters who have the wit Of
both father and mother. know two charming for
eigncrs who GO every year for their sea bathing to
Puys in their altogether patonic love for the author
of the Dame Cdm6{ds. What is curious, they pre-
lend never 10 see him he said one day, " aIn 30
perfectly out of reach here that there are two for
eim ladies who have been here for three seasons,
and who do not know me even by sight" Ii cannot
be they whom NJ. Dumas is preparing to put on the
stage this Winter
At Puys as at Paris the famous lay preacher works
only when the spirit moves him.
1T is not l." he said, who make these plays;
everybody helps find people everywhere who are
playing my pieces for me, and my work grows by
selecting passages here and there The atoms group
themselves and become molecules. The molecules
yield to the laws of cohesion and soon form body.
Personages take shape and characters define them
selves. have never written a scenario. Ny piece
falls from my pen. as a ripe fruit from the tree. Be
fore writing the words Scene First ] take seventy
seven sheets of large blue paper which use as fol-
lows Twenty for each of the first three acts, and
seventeen for the last This measure rarely ever
varies. You must adhere to Your intention. Does
painter ever add to his canvasP
Another invariabe quantity with him is his wit,
of which he always has enough, and of the best. lie
is perpetual lnocker. Tic oven laughs at what he
admires For instance, see how ne has paroded the
pretty eptaph of Alfred dc Musset:
] would not, when pass away.
Have damp graveyard for my home,
would much rather nave my clay
Buried beneath productive loan.
LIVING, my work is little worth,
And dying. surely 'twOuld he sweet
10 think that should help the earth
Bring forth a single grain Of wheat
Everybody is now in the hunting field, com
mencing with the President of the Republic who
would be glad to he exempt from any more weighty
wars. The Prince of Orange has been with MS for
some time. lie does not for shooting, but every
one thinks it necessary to put a gun III his hands.
He has been for several days at the Chateau de
Brevanes. the guest of Prince Louis Murat The
French Prince is the sovereign of sport. lie has
killed this season, 30 royal pieces. The Prince o
Orange has preferred t. take his sport among the
sken-pumaged birds in the castle. The company
was numerous Besides the three Princes Murat
there was the Prince of Wagam, the Prince Bona
parte Patterson, the Duke of MonimOrency, Nj. de
GIrarlin, NJ AguadO Count Eavalette, and Others
The dancing pleases the Prince OF Orange better
than the hunting.
There has been q hecatOmb Of game also at Baron
Rothschild's Let me finish with malicious speech
of the Baron. Que of his frends-of the third de
greo-a sort Of banker, came to borrow $1,000
Here il IS" said the Baron, but remember that
as a rule only lend To crowned heads
NJ do Rothschild never dreamed Of seeing his
money again. but wonderful TO reaie, at the end Of
a month the borrower came back with his $1,000
The Baron could scarcely believe his eyes but he
forcbodcd that this was not the end. Sure enough.
a month later the borrower rcappelred, asking for
the loan of 81 900.
"No, Io' said the Baron, lyon disappointed me
once by paying me that money. 10 not want to be
disappointed again" ARSENE lloussAYE