The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1879-07-18
GOSSIP
About Men and Women.

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with bright accounts of his abuse of O'Connell'
Peel and Hume. 1t has motto from Artemus
| Ward who is fast becoming a classic in Eng
| land. The motto is: HE asked me what was
my prinserpuls? Il haint got emmy said l.;
mot prinserpul. line in the Show Bizniss. >"
| A Paris beauty recently won husband in
three interviews, being, it is understood
greatly assisted by her gowns. The first time
that she saw him she wore water-green mus
lin, with short skirt and short sleeves The
second time, short silk polonaise over
| frilled skirt of India muslin, and straw hat
trimmed with pink clover and white feather
and the third, gown of Wedgwood-blue fou-
lard and a Rubens hat.-Boston Transcript.
The latest about Mile. Sarah Bernhardt! /!
The right pronunciation Of her motto, Quand
meme" is supposed to be "Qu'on m'oiD,ei"
The new ameer of Afghanistan has been
photographed. He was dressed in European
STYLE the coat and trousers were of white cloth,
heavily embroidered with gold, epaulets of
gold, and q sash of blue, with three gold stripes
through it, was worn over the left shoulder.
The head gear was steel helmet with gold,
and a plume of feathers surmounting it.
Yakoob Khan parts his hair in the middle, and
when the helmet was off the front view of the
face presented a wonderful resemblance to the
duke of Edinburgh-this was noticed by more
than one of those present. The projection of
:he forehead over the eyes is Marked
but the brow retreats very much, the
head being remarkably high and small,
the height being behind and not in
the front. He speaks English slowly
but intelligibly, and reads it very well.
Christine Nilsson remains in absolute seclu-
sion during the days upon which she is to sing,
except that she drives for an hour with her
husband, NJ. Rouzaud. They live quietly in
London. Olive Logan writes: Christine Nil
sson is looking very i'll and pale after her re-
cent attack of neuralgia in the chest In some
half-tints, as when she withdraws partially be-
hind the curtains of her box, the Swedish
nightingale looks really ghost-like. Her deep
set eyes, her high cheek bones, her colorless
hair-so blonde that at the temples the pale
flesh and the pale hair mingle without visi-
BILE line OF demarkation-all combine to give
her weird appearance, poetic and sad"
One day last summer, as Bayard Taylor was
travelling southwark in Germany, he observed,
on stepping off the train, the Princess Bis
marck. She beckoned to him, and after few
polite remarks, informed him that her hus-
band was on the train and was at that time
reading a novel entitled ''Joseph and His
Friends She had no doubt that he would be
pleased to receive visit from the author. Mr..
Taylor accordingly entered the chancellor's
car, and after cordial greetings sat down beside
the prince. 81 was just reading your novel for
the second time" said the great German, "and
l like it more and more. But there is one seri-
GUS mistake in it. You let your villains escape
far too easily. That is not poetic justice, nor
any kind Of justice, in my opinion" Mr.. Tay-
lor couldn't help thinking, he said that this
criticism was profoundly characteristic of Bis
marck.
Here is a good story of the late king of Italy,
III Re Galantuomo," as his subjects liked to
call him. Going to the theatre one night in a
gray coat, the king observed that the daughter
of the emperor of Russia and the Princess Mar
gherita were in the house. He must pay Wis
it to the foreign princess, and it too late to
return to the Quirinal to change his dress. 81
am all black but the coat" said he to his atten-
dants; off some one would lend me coatr'
He espied a young marquis, one of his aides-de-
camp, near, and sent for him. The coat was
quickly exchanged, but white tie was still
wanting. The marquis offered his; but Victor
Emmanuel, seeing one of his servants at the
door Of the box with fresher one, walked up
to him and silently took off his tic and fastened
it on himself; then brushing his hair at the
glass, he said, do look like the king of TIA
ly?" This familiarity in which lie occasionally
INDUCED did not involve a loss of dignity, for
he knew how to check any undue presumption.
Once q Roman NOBLE whose sympathies were
rather with tile old regime than the new, said.
u wonder your majesty drives in the Corso;
we Roman princes do not go.' "And we,
king of Italy, co. replied Victor Emmanuel
with stately dignity which he could assume
when occasion required
A correspondent thus describes the new Boz
napartist pretender, the son of Prince Napole-
on Jerome: 81 never saw more devoted and
united family. The prince is the best of sons,
and nothing would ever estrange him from his
father or mother. Prince Victor who is only
II, is remarkably tall and muscular for his age
in fact quite man. His manner is reserved
and rather cold, and his features are rather
heavy and sad. He has but little of the Bona
parte about him, save the massive jaw, and re-
sembles his mother and the House of Savoy
more than his father. In temperament, in
deed he would seem to be greatly like his
grandfather, Victor Emmanuel. Fond of all
field sports and open-air exercise, more of a
warrior than a statesman, and cut in the rough,
l should, however, be greatly surprised if there
were not much shrewdness to be interpreted
by the lowered lids. stiff, awkward and con-
tanned demeanor, and great reserve. He has
little or none of the expansiveness of most
French boys of his age, and gives one rather
indeed, not boy, but man. In height he is
the equal of most Frenchmen even now; his
features are heavy and set and a budding
black moustache covers his upper lip. 1t is
easy to see that energy and will are among his
many gifts.
Mr.. Labouchere takes his turn in contrast
ing French women with their English sisters
He says: "The former are, as a rule, more
pleasant than women of other nations. This is
because they were born with natural dispo-
sition to please any one with whom they are
brought in contact, and this natural disposi-
tion has been carefully cultivated Now, an
English woman is entirely without this gift
In general society she shows too much her
likes and dislkes. To the good or bad opinion
of persons indifferent to her, she is herself ut
terly Indifferent. This she dubs no affecta-
ton, sincerity and other such flattering ap-
pellations. cannot she says, pretend to
care for person for whom / do not care;' and
when she utters this sentiment she looks around
with a self-satisfied air, as though it were wor-
thy of the highest commendation NV good
lady, really do not want you to adore me. 1
do not even ask you to take the trouble to think
whether you like me or not. When L meet
you, probably l do not aspire to meet you
again. But for the few minutes or hours that
we are together you ought to convey to me the
impression that you are pleasant and that you
think me so, and this without any dr7riere PEN
see or any calculation whether you will gain
by doing SO or not. In the art of generally
pleasing your French sister excels YOU, and
therefore it is that for all purposes of society
French woman is greatly your superior"
There isn't man in London that walks down
the Strand with carriage more dignified and
erect than Henry Irving. And then as to his
face-well, of course the face is long and thin
so is the nose, and possibly the mouth is some
what wide and the lips thin; but plain-never
Henry Irving's is the most strikingly and con-
spicuously expressive face in London his eyes
are wondrously expressive and beautiful, his
smile is marvellously winning and sweet In
height he is over six feet, with square, broad
shoulders, form slim but perfectly erect and
well proportioned, great masses of tangled
black hair parted in the centre and coming
low down upon the forehead, and long
swinging gait when walking. To pass him in
the street without remark with his inevitable
dog beside him-would be impossible.-Len-
don Letter
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