Morris tribune., 1882-06-08
A PARTISAN EVENT.
The Tragic Death OF Emile Loissett,
the Circus Rider.

The Tragic Death Of Emile Loissett,
the Circus Rider.
Paris Letter to New York Tribune.
The funeral of that charming circus ri
der, Emile Loisset, was Partisan event.
The poor girl had long inhabited the
United States, and had the freedom of
manner and self-respect which SO often
distinguish the American young lady.
She was on horseback one of the most
graceful creatures imaginable. The fig
ure was 1.-the, but without meagreness.
Her poises in the saddle were simply
exquisite, and they appeared unstudied.
The features wer elegantly formed, and
the eyes expressed a brave, kind soul.
Emile Lolsset was more popular than
Sarah Bernhardt had ever been in Paris.
Less successful rivals in the circus were
brought by her exceeding amiability to
pardon her public triumphs. She did
not seem ever to excite jealousy. On the
days and nights on which she performed
the circus was crowded with fashionable
people. There was no amount of wealth
that she might not have possessed had
she not been proud, strong willed, self
respecting girl. She had no CARR ge, and
used to walk from the Hippodrome to
the Rue Oberkampf, where she had a
small lodging on the fifth floor. A num-
Der OF aristocratic and plutocratic admir-
ers used to, escort her to the door,
through which none of them were al
lowed by her to pass. She aspired to
create for herself happy home and to
marry some one whom she could love
and esteem. Her sister, Clotilde, is the
morganatic wife of Prince de Reuss,
brother of the German ambassador at
Constantirople, and is looked up to in
her family circle.
The admiration of the Empress Eliza
beth for Emile was increased by the
fact that the charming circus rider
spurned the addresses of the crown
prince of Austria. He was very much
in love with her when she was in Ger
many couple of years ago, and would
have foresworn marriage, if she would
have consented to be his dubarry. She
did not like the young man and told him
so. The empress, when she was here,
used to make appointments to ride to
Bots with Emile. Her majesty thought
the ecuyere charming to look at but
lacking in firmness of hand. The horse
on which she rode with the imperial
Elizabeth in the shaded alleys of the
Bots was the one that occasioned her
death by rolling over on her and driving
the crutch of the saddle into her side.
The august lady noticed the hardness of
brutes's mouth and the teasing and at the
same time irresolute way in which Emile
held her bride. In Ireland Elizabeth
had such horse. She let him run away
with her on a flat stretch of land, half in
pasture and half in ploughed. When she
got into the heavy ground the horse was
little tired, but she fogged him on until
he gave up from sheer fatigue. From
that time he was perfectly manageable
and obedient, not only to the rein but to
the empress's voice. Her Imperial Mai
esty telegraphed her coincidence to the
Loisset family, and ordered bouquet to
be placed for her upon the coffin.
Emile Loisset aimed at classic purity
of style. There was nothing sensational
in her manner, Her imperial friend
Elizabeth thought her the most
ladylike person she had seen
in Paris. Her gestures were sim
pie, her address amiable, and there was
seriousness even in her smile. Members
of the Jockey club spoke to her, hat in
hand. Her death was entirely due to
the hard mouth of her horse. At re-
hearsal the animal suddenly turned
round, made for the stable, and finding
the door shut against him, reared up
straight on his hind legs. Balance was
lost, the horse rolled over, and the
crutch of the saddle smashed in the ribs
upon the lungs and heart. Poor Emile
had the courage in this state to walk to
the infirmary, and when she was taken
home mount five flights of stairs.