The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1878-07-27

by the Reading Company must be q
tremendous power with the adyo-
Gates of free trade, since in their par
ticular province, If they were relieved
of the bnrdepsome duties, they could
undersell every competitor in all the
markets of Europe. Another exclu-
sively Yankee invention, exhibited
by this firm, is an apple parer, an APP
parently small thing in itself, but
representing in the fruit which it pre-
pares many millions of dollars.
The hot weather is having per-
ceptible effect on the receipts of the
Exposition, the amount received on
Tuesday being only about forty
thousand francs, and on Wednesday
not over fifty thousand.
A week ago | remarked that, il
there was anything which French-
man loved it was a holiday; we have
had a good many lately, races, re-
views and general Qualifications, but
nothing in magnitude and grandeur
to approach the grand fste OF Sunday,
the Both of June, which, for elaborate
detail, was undoubtedly the, grand
est that France has 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 all class
es and in every quarter.
Saturday night was night of ex-
ceptional storm the rain had fallen
lightly in the evening and the god of
rain, who seems 10 take especial de-
light in soaking Parisians on their
holidays and jamborees, shook over
them his angry mantle and kept them
in state of threatening suspense,
though no rain actually fell. The
city presented a beautiful sight. All
along the grand boulevard of the
Bois do BoulDgne waived the flags
and streamers of every nation tenn
porary flagstaffs had been impro-
vised among the trees, which were
gay with glittering pennants; bo-
quets of brilliant lamps peeped out
from the green foliage and hung gus
pended in the air, and electric lights
festooned like strings of pearls,
stretched away for miles and miles,
looking like fairy bower, encircling
the Place de la Coacorde, lighting
with a blaze of glory the lovely
groves of the Champs Elysees and the
grand outlines of the 4ro de T3iomphe.
1t may be considered. remarkable
that, from the magnificent mansions
that surround the Place dc rEtoile.
not flag waved except from tho
beautiful hotel of Madam MaeSey,
the wife of the Great Bonanza King
and from the mansion of her mother,
Madam Hungerfurd. Madam Maekey's
house was elegantly driiped with the
flags of all nations, the stars and
stripes floating alongside of the tri-
color of France; the porch was Gov
cred with the loveliest of flowers, and
the beautiful little ladyh patriotism
and taste made her mansion one of
the marked features of the fete. Both
houses were elegantly Illuminated in
the evening, and a grand reception
given by Madam Hungerford in
honor of the event embraced many of
the elite of Paris.
In order that the public might not
be inconvenienced, the passage of
vehicles was interdicted from many
of the principal streets. No act of the
present age marks more certainly the
change that llns taken place in
France than this. A hundred years
ago and the fellow with the blue
blouse would have had to fly for his
life, while my lord or monsieur le due
dashed along the street with his
mounted postillions. To-day mon-
sieur le due takes Il back street be-
cause the boy in the blue blouse will
not allow him on the Clamps Ely
sees.
As the shadows of nigat fell the
main streets and bouleyards became
a wild and surging mass of human be-
ings who seemed to spring by mill
ions from the very ground. Parties of
young men and women, with little
flags stuck in their hats and bearing
umbrellas hung with miniature Chi
nese lanterns, paraded the streets,
singing the Marseltaise and shouting
Justify g Vire la Repabliqae.n There
was beautiful illumination and fire.
works at the Lakes, a concert of six
hundred instruments and voices in
the garden of the Tuiieries, and tile
winding up of the fete was process.
sion of 1gambeaar, tile lanterns resem-
bling flowers, the whole being ar.
ranged like magnificent and gaudy
parterre of light. Truly yours,
BROADBRIM.
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