Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-08-16
LETTER FROM PARIS,
In Miss Clara CsBway's HappIsst
Style.
What She has Seen in England and
France.
Vivid Description Of a National
Fete Day.

0NAA INAAAQ mNVAG ~
the elegant seat of the Duke Of DevoI
shire, This mansions considered tb
finest in England. The deer park
nine miles in circumference; the gar
dens comprise eighty acres, and th
! arboretum forty. The conservatory
the LARGEST private one existing, serve
as a model for the original Crysts
Palace. Ii is open to visitors dali
from eleven 70 four. The Duke 0
!, Devonshire is the father Of the lat
Sir Frederick C~SyendiSh, his grave j
in the church yard near by.
1t was here that Mary Stuart wa.
kept prisoner for q period, and tn
tower in which she spent most-ot he
time is still called Mays Bower.
The mansion is immense in size
magnificent in decoration, and con
tainS a large and very rare collection
of works OF art articles Of vertu anC
historical souvenirs, many Of the las
being gifts TO the distinguished prede.
ceSsOrS of the present Duke. The
whole picture is like a page from
the Arabian Nights" As w
walked through the beautiful grounds
and in the deep shade Of far reaching
trees, gray with age; fountains. lawns
flowers, fruits, rocks; long avenues,
and sweet coal, shaded places; al
about the vast grounds seemed some
wopdTOus creation suddenly spreaC
out before US, in response to a magica.
open, Sesame" As | walked through
the immense conservatory that pretty
summer day. every fruit and flower
that | wei heard OF showed itself t.
me, | verify believe. Ifyou are fond
of ferns, that exquisite collection
would make yodr heart ache. lfyou
love fruits and flowers of any sort
and the mere sight of them would
make you happy, that day at Chats.
worth would have been a heaven. II
you love them, and love to have them
all by yourself and for yourself, that
same day would have taught you tC
realize the agony OF suffering Tantalus.
Well, we went on, leaving flower AID
fruit untouched and untasted. and
taking with us, only a pure, harmless
memory, to make the mouth water.
In due time, London. Not smoky,
dizzy, sOoty London, but the London
of our dreams, fair and beautiful in
the soft evening twilight. What a
delightful surprise to look way down
the Euston road, from the window Of
our hotel, and see far as the eye could
reach the great, busy, rushing throng
that makes Londonl Travellers gen
orally give us the dark picture of the
great city, with its rain and mist and
cloud, SO that the clear, bright sun
light and the soft. tender twilight
made for US Q sweet surprise. The
West End is beautifully it is continu-
ally going farther away from the sooty
touch Of plebeian fingers. We we're
fortunate enough to have the best
weather. and to see London in the
midst Of her season. The gay world
was still there.
Patti sang at Covent Garden; Ris-
tori played at prury Lane; Booth was
at the Adelphi, and Irving at the
Lyceum. We heard Patti one even
ing in "Traviata," and Ristori another
in Macbeth" An enthusiastic, cul-
tured, music loving Italian gentleman
said to me of Patti: "There never was
SUCH a voice in the world, and there
never will be such another" Listen.
ing to her marvellous tones in Traviata
that evening, the wonder noIs was
that the world had produced one such
voice. Light. strong, rich, flexible,
sweet, With a marvellous compass and
8 power that sends the faintest ghis-
peFed note to every heart in one trill
she runs the gamut Of human sensi-
bilities and plays upon the chords Of
the soul just as freely and as saaily as
a bird sings, and for the same reason,
because she must. | thought, as |
listened, of the exquisite criticism Of
hubelsteip, which many of you have
heard so hnslV interpreted. Don't
you remember ut was the peep Of
day. The light came faint from the
east, the breeZes blew gentle and fresh,
some more birds walked up in the
orchard, then some more in the trees
near the house, and all began singing
together. Just then the FIRST beam Of
the sun fell upon the blossoms a little
more, and it touched the roses on
the bushes, aud the next thihg
it was broad day; the sun fairly
blazed; the birds sang like they'd
split their little throatg al the
leaves we're moving and flashing die,
monds Of dew, and the whole world
was bright and happy az 2 king. Then
the music was soft, and low, snd SOL
emn. | heard the church bells over
the hills. The candles of heaven were
lit, one by one; | saw the stars rise.
The great organ Of eternity began Ia
play from the worlds end to the
worlds end, and eli tie angels went
to prayers"
The London season Is over. Patti
has gone to Wales With a party Of her
guests, Nilsson, / forgot to say, was
in London at the same time, s~ingingin
concert; sic is now somewhere in The
south Of France. Patti sails far
America October 10th and Nilsson
October 18th. Ristori's Lady Mac.
beth" is Disappointing. She plays in
English, you know; and | cannot saw
whether that fact detracts somewha,
from her power, or whether she has
really lost strength. Ristori cannot
look the character, and there is. be
sides, something wanting. The play
was superbly mounted. [ have never
seen anythingon the stage so friphtful.
ly real, so horrible and SO weird al The
witches; nor anything so effective and
beautiful as Macbeth sarmysleepippi in
the moonlight upon the hillside. The
shades of night melted away and The
early gray morning dawned in natures
own way it seemed. You could almost
feel the fresh breath of the morninO