Connecticut western news., 1889-12-11
She Saw [ Bull Fight.


 sight of caterpillar, turns green at the How of blood, and is ill every way of g most gentle and kindly nature, thus writes home about her visit to a ball fight-the occasion being the fare weHto Paris of the prince of matadors, Louls Mazzantini:
 'sAt last I have seen my first bull fight, and 1 trust my last. You could not have borne it five minutes, and l scarcely know how did.
 'magine an immense arena, with 22 ,Oe0 people packed in circles, while above einnocent little white clouds floatse over an intensely blue sky. At times the tender-hearted clouds shut the Ky entirely off from all view of what was going on beneath in the arena while frequent short, April-like showprs of tears CD fell from them, ana U is to be hoped soothed the wounds of the six enraged bulls that succeeded each other to death.
 The occasion was Mazzantini's fare well to his Par sian public, which has made such hero of him. Not only had fatted calves been killed Ill his honor in appreciation of the fatted bulls which Mazzantini had killed with such glory, but hats and handerchiefs waved, presents of silver, of gold and jewels were thrown to him after his little speech of farewell, and flowers, in forms of wreaths, bouquets and hearts, soon covered the gore-stained ground. Of all these gifts the only one this Spanish grandee noticed at all was simple bunch of violets. This he stopped to pick up, and kissed in the direction of the fair dame who had thrown it. His two valets raised the more valuable gifts from the dust, while Mazzantini himself never deigned to even glance at the rich jewels scat tered at his feet.
 s1t was wonderful sight, exciting past belief. I am glad to have seen it, for learned something, but the one lesson completes the course. I'll see no more bull fights. The orchestra played the music of Carmen as we came out, and stopped to study the faces of the audience that but few minutes before were in such extremes of excitement. shouting and hissing when the poor bull, terrified and smart ing, tried to save himself instead of showing the proper amount of fight, and remembered that I, too, at the moment had risen to my feet and re- joiced when well-planted lance, which thought was costing the picador his life, as he stood directly in front of the bulls horns, pierced the bulls shoulder just as he lowered his head to strike. Then the marvellous Mazzan- tini leaped over the head and stood quietly waiting until the now madden ed creature turned on him with suffi- cient ferocity to satisfy the most ex- acting hisser.
 "Nothing can express to you the intense artistic aspect of the perform ance. One has to see it to understand the science of these superb men. They walk with the dignity that princes are supposed to have ill and out of the jaws of death-a leap not any higher or less calm than just enough to keep them this side of eternity. The little scarlet cloak, their only defensive weapon, and with this alone, they lead the infuriated animal to the exact spot where they wish to kill him, and then kill him, not at any haphazard mo. ment to save their own lives, but only at the signal given by the President.
 In Paris they do not kill the bull ir the arena, but when the signal to kill is given, the matador's personal dange, is all the greater for not killing, as he must touch the bull in the vital spo above the head between the shoulders just as the bull lowers his head to gore him, thus going through the form after which the bull is taken out bl oxen and killed out of sight. Eacl bull, which is of very high breed belongs to some well-known Spanisl senor, and is worth a good man! hundred dollars. But they say it can not fight twice, as it must be put al end to; the honor of the family t, whom it belongs is at stake by the wa, it fights.
 "A wonderful sight, and alway shall it live in my memory how tn artistic superseded the human side O. it in my eyes. I had to grasp tn smelling salts in one hand, for yo, know how I turn sick at the sight O blood, and to see those poor blindfold ed horses raised on the horns of th maddened bulls made me turn fain ) for the moment, while the next I wa fascinated by wonderful science tha turned life into a Dlaythin0 Tn