Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-10-02
TuE WEEKLY UNION
semi-NeeIsIy Union Advertising Rates.
AN INTERCEPTED LETTER
A LETTER TO THE GIRLS FALLS INTO
THE NEWSPAPER BOX.
All About the Carnival of Authors at San
Francisco.
SAN .FRASc1sco, September 20, 1880.
Published in semi-weekly partsl

SAN Francisco, September %, 1880.
DEAR GIRLS What with rushing out
every evening to the fair or carnival, de-
clare / am SO tired that l shall be glad
when the carnival is really over and every
body can retire into private life again. I
am as tired, or almost, as | used to be when
it was the fashion with us to get out our
washing at IL o'clock, lunch on apple pie
and tea, and iron in the afternoon. After
dinner there's general scramble to be
off early and get seat, but as every
one else scrambles harder and gets off
earlier than we do, we've never yet been
able to find an unoccupied chair. The
only thing of which I've been really able to
obtain good view is the grand march, VIII. ch
trails its slow and serpentine course about
the lower floor somewhere near S o'clock.
1t is a pretty, glittering sight; the dresses
are some of them gorgeous in real lace, the
head dresses are very strange and snowy,
the piled and powdered hair is very stately
IN its hight, long trains of velvet and silk
are borne by maidens and pages, rags and
richness walk side by side, romance and
history go arm-in-arm, fancy and fact
In near juxtapesition stride noncha-
lantly by. The characters one knows
by heart, when really brought forth
in living semblance, are so different to the
picture they had made upon the mind that
they fail of recognition, or if recognized
ber when we read David Copper6eld
together that summer that all the people
IN it seemed real folks to US for while
Well, this Dora Spenlow is not the Dora
/ knew that summer, this David is not the
David whose history l followed with such
breathless interest, and this Agnes is not
the dear Agnes | loved like sister then.
And | feel that the fault must be in my
own mind just as the same fault you would
find in yours, for thousands of minds have
probably each had a Dora, David
and an Agnes of its own. And
so as l wander round from booth
to booth a sort of bewilderment takes
possession of me, and think of myself as
an ignorant sort of person, because l really
can't always tell, when the curtain rises on
a tableaux, what all these people are up to-
In self-defense l buy programme, and
find it is something ought to know very
well. Some one comes up to me IN gray
dress and touches my shoulder. l turn,
and it's Aggie Nickerson, but when call
her Aggie, she says: Oh no she's
Miriam don't l remember Miriam
in the Marble Faun ;" Then l casti-
gate myself anew, for have read Mar
bic Faun" four times, and Miriam, with |
the dark secret hanging about her, is a very
old friend indeed. Wondering why on earth
some of the people who come at half past
six don't leave chair vacant and go round
and see something, l rush off somewhere
else and stumble upon the minuet in the
French booth. fall to wondering which |
is Louise la Valliere, and 10 and behold she |
doesn't seem like La Valliere at all, but |
very much like some one else, and she |
looks over heads mischievously at me and |
mods. But it does really seem like kings |
and queens to see all the heads, and silks, |
and knee breeches and trains going through |
the minuet without smile Did the min |
net, | wopder, used to seem one of the sad |
burdens of life to be gone through with SOL |
EMMY and joylessly? I'd rather dance
something with bit of fun in, it seems to
me. Don't you remember the rollicking /
way our partners swung us half round |
by one elbow, and then half round by the |
other elbow, up there among the redwoods, |
when | danced with woodchopper who |
had creased his boots, and each of you |
had just such another partner? Very diff |
ferent from the minuet that was. Though |
we enjoy the recollection, do really be- |
lieve our aristocratic backbones have |
grown too stiff to allow us to unbend to |
that degree in these days. / wish you |
! i Tar ba
makes perfect one, and her dress is a |
Japan by a lady who lent it to her. |
The Japanese Consul and wife dressed |
our style) were there on Monday |
evening" and as she passed them, |
Katie happened to think Of her man.
ners, and gave them good evening in JAP |
anese very politely, whereat Mrs Yana-
giya bowed and smiled. Mrs. Yanagiya |
goes in the very best society here, and she |
has a very pleasant and simple manner |
Her children are well-behaved and speak |
our language prettily. Almost the very |
prettiest things l have seen are in the |
booth devoted to living scenes from poets |
and artists. a large frame is revealed, |
within which the different figures and APP |
pointments are arranged, and if | could |
have it all to myself | should really enjoy |
it, but as it is, l stand on my toes so long |
trying to see over other folks heads that !
my temper becomes injured in the attempt |
| hope you three won't laugh and say,
"Her old failing! They had a |
picture there the other night OF Francisco
de Rimini, which was such an exact copy
that even | couldn't but recognize it and
exclaim. Then they had gypsy scene,
in which the grace of pose was perfect.
Every night go into the Musical CON-
poser's booth, sink into seat and ejacu.
late piously, Thank heaven for a bench"
The walls are done in something or other
with solemn otorks doing stately quadrilles
round the border. It's quite bijou-ish
assure you. They have lovely tableaux
like Marguerite, Faust and Mephistopheles
and others culled from operas, besides the
sweetest kind of music. Mrs. Tippett
belongs to it, and Mrs. Mariner and Jo-
vita Ferrer and Emelie Melville and
Helene Dungeon. They are very la.
she great band outside, and this sp,.