The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1878-07-27
For TIL" Cecil Wing.
BROADBRIM'S LETTER FROM PARIS,

JUNE SPLENDID LAMENTATIONS ALL
OVER PARIs-sTREET sCENEs-THE MID
NIGHT PROCEssIoN-THE EXHIBITION.
y few weeks ago, | remarked that, if
there was anything which a Frenchman
loved it was holiday; we have had a good
many lately, races, reviews and general
publications. but nothing in magnitude and
grandeur to approach the grand fGte of
Sunday. the Both of June which for elabo-
rate detail, was undoubtedly the grandest
that France has ever seen in the memory
of living men. For weeks past we have
been holding our breaths in anticipation of
it; the busy note of preparation might be
heard all over Paris among the classes and
i'll every quarter. The ancient noblesse of
the quarter st. German are not near as
enthusiastic as their compatriots of Belle
vile or curriers' of the Faubourg St.
Antoine. You may briefly divide French
men into two classes: one brides itself on
its perfect imperturbility and sang frotd,
and the other flies Off like a champaign
cork and is never easy unless it Is kicking
up some kind of a row.
For day, at least, order has reigned in
Warsaw. For one day there was sort of
general political amnesty declared, and for
the first time in many years imperialists
and republicans, monarchists and COM
munsts, buried the little Ratchet, took
Whit at the pipe of peace, and on the 30th
of June, 4nno Domino 1873, have had
grand jollification and general shake hands
over the bloody chasm. 1t was not every
man, or for that matter, every woman
either, who could shout: "Vive rEmpire''
or "Vive la Republique" or g Vive la
Commune but there was not n man or
woman within the walls of Paris, but could
say from the very bottom of their hearts
"Nive la France!" Saturday night was
night of exceptional storm: the rain had
fallen lightly in the evening, and towards
midnight it increased to torrent. On
Sunday, as daylight broke, the skies grew
clear and the morning was one of the
loveliest of the season. Flags flew in
every direction, reminding me of the
morning of the opening Of the Centennial
at Philadelphia. Over many houses the
cross of St. George was entw med with the
tricolor of France and the beautiful stars
and stripes. Our neghbors from Japan
were nowise behind with their hunting,
and our Chinese cousins were terrific in fire
crackers and unrueouS in Chinese lartarS
The day was ushered in by salvoes Of arti-
lcry, the only qualification to my satisfac-
ton being, what may perhaps be an un-
just suspicion, and that was, that the
present price Of powder may have thrown
the minister of war in a fit of the most
stringent economy, for am willing to make
an affidavit that the discharge of a twenty
four FOUNDER from the Invalids, sounded
like the bursting of a second class hose,
and repeated salvoes from columbiad on
the outside Notifications scarcely disturbed
the little birds that were cheerfully carol
ing on the trees. AS the day wore on
heavy masses of clouds rolled up from the
east, and the God of rain who seems to
take especial delight in soaking Parisians
on their holidays and jamborees shook over
them his angry mantle and kept them in a
state of threatening suspense though no
rain actually fell. The city presented a
beautiful sight. All along the grand
boulevard of the Bots de Boulogne waved
the flags and streamers OF every nation;
temporary tiagstafls had been improvsed
among the trees which wer gay with gilt
tering pennants: boquets of brilliant lamps
peepcd ont from the green foliage and hung
suspended in the air, and electric lights
festooned like strings of pearls, stretched
away for miles and miles, looking like a
fairy power, encircling the Place de la
Concorde, tightening with a blaze of glory
the lovely groves of the Champs Elysees
and the grand outlines of the Arc de
Triomphe.
1t may be considered remarkable that,
from the magnificent mansions that sur
round the Place dc lEtoile, not a flag
waved except from the beautiful hotel of
Madam Mackey, the wife of the Great
Bonanza King and from the mansion of
her monther, Madam Hungerford, Madam
Mackey's house was elegantly draped with
the flags of all nations, the stars and
stripes floating alongside of the tricolor of
French; the porch was covered with the
loveliest Of flowers, and the beautiful little
lady's patriotism and taste made her man
sion one of the marked features of the fete.
Both houses were elegantly illuminated in
the evening, and a grand reception given
Madam Iungerford in honor of the event
embraced many of the elite of Paris.
In order that the public might not be in
convenienced, the passage of vehicles was
interdcted in many of the principal streets.
No act of the present age marks more GER
tainly the change that has taken place in
France than this. hundred years ago
and the fellow with the blue blouse would
have had to lily for his life, while my lord or
monsieur la due dashed along the streets
with his mounted Positions. To day
monsieur lie due takes a back street be-
cause the boy in blue blouse will not allow
him on the Champs Elysees.
AS the shadows of night fell the main
streets and boulevards became wild
surging mass of human beings who seemed
to spring by millions from the very ground.
Parties of young men and women, with
little flags stuck in their hats and bearing
umbrellas hung with miniature Chinese
lanterns, paraded the streets, singing the
NarseUlaise and shouting Justify "Viva la
Republique." There was beautiful il
Illumination and fireworks at the Lakes, a
concert of six hundred instruments and
voices in the garden of the Tuileries, and
the winding up of the fete was procession
of Jtam5saur, the lanterns resembling
flowers, the whole being arranged like a
magnificent and gaudy parterre of light.
When the procession had passed the crowd
till then held back by the steady lines of
the soldiers, closed IN their track like a
restless torrent, made the welker ring with
shouts of ssEiya la Repnblinue and ca