Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1900-08-04

Ferilnpinpin, similar 10 our Sleepinf
Beauty, !" and dazzling In tts scenic eff.
fects and novel dances. has drawn
crowded houses. The Danse de.
Porceelaines is one of the most uniuuf
ballets ever presented. Pottery IA.
nous the world over from Egypt
China and India was represented by
human figures ingeniously made up te
simulate strange and grotesque objects,
The most celebrated designs in porce-
lain from Meissen, Delft, Dresden and
innumerable other places were shown
in living. moving forms led by the pre-
siding genius of each, beautiful
woman; while at the close of the vast
procession royal and magnificent came
Sevres the Queen Of Porcelain. and her
attendant vases. pitchers, plaques
realistic beyond expression.
Far back in the dim ages of child
hood the idea was implanted in our
minds that the Latin Quarter of Paris
was a dark and dreadful region wholly
given over to iniQuity. This impress
sion has never left us, and it was with
dire misgivings We drove one evening
through the ''Boul Mich" with a party
OF friends who knew their Paris. The
street was brilliantly lighted, endless
small tables lined the sidewalk, the
chairs We're filled with men and women.
chatting. drinking wine, watching the
changing throng, all as orderly and
well behaved as at the Cafe de la Paix.
Tell us wherein this Latin Quarter is
SO different from the rest of the
world" we questioned of an artist
friend, who has spent years Of her life
on the left bank Of the Seine. Smiling
ly she queried, Tell me if you can.
what is it makes the life of one coun-
try vary so greatly from another. Is
it climate, environment, tradition
Paris is the meeting ground of artists.
Children of nature. they cannot endure
the conventionalities of society. l
grant they are most bohemian. but all
wicked? No! AS in the Faubourg
Saint German you find the bad, so
equally in the Latin Quarter you find
goodness. For me, l find it home"
Our last day in the Exposition
grounds, and we have not even
glanced at this or that, besides a mil
lion objects more We long to see. We
could not pass unnOticed the $4,000 dol
lar ruby, although to our uncultivated
taste SO huge a gem seems scarcely
more than colored glass. There are
many jewelers., but only one Tiffany;
his exhibit is unequalled in it's splen-
dor. Ropes of pearl; coronets of dia-
monds! The cases sparkle with all the
colors of the rainbow. The favored
setting is three rows Of large sized
gems which nearly cover the finger to
the joint. Two exhibits which one
cannot overlook are the miniature
Eiffel tower, studded with diamonds.
and a map of France, its cities indi-
Gated by precious stones. Far exceed
ing this display, wonderful in its
changing light, the most dazzling jewel
of the exposition grounds. is the illumi-
nation by night of the Chateau D'Eau.
Late in the afternoon we secured our
chairs fronting the water palace and
possessed our souls in patience until
nine, the hour for Illuminating. 1t was
a fete day. and the dense crowd about
us was a motley one. Directly in front,
We're father and mother from the coun-
try. with little Benjamin. while the
self-suppOrting, well-to-do grOwn-up
daughter managed everything. The
hour for supper came. Think not this
was to be five minutes for lunch"
affair. Deliberately the white cloth
was spread, napkins laid, then ap-
peared bread, brown and white, three
varieties of meat. nameless sweets.
bottle of red wine. syphons of charged
waterfall ate, drank, and We're merry
as if at home, unembarrassed by the
h nh vx-L nha1
with amused interest, the completion
of the feast.
Far above us, rising, falling in sill
very cascades We're many fountains.
floating by. high in air, the great bal
loon. Slowly came the twilight and to
add to the loveliness of the hour. up,
above tower and cleaning palace rose
the moon. In an instant, without
warning from that vast multitude
came a low deep "ah-h' of amazement
and delight, actually thrilling. After
one quick upward glance We also add
ed our voices. Crimson lights leaped
from base to roof of the fairy chateau,
then darted in and out of the lace-like
ornamentation. The shell-shaped grOt-
to beneath the group of statuary
glowed as though in reality liquid fire
ran through the flaming water. Then
the red paled, and faded to an opal
tint deepening to amethyst, changing
into emerald and again to ruby. stud
ding each carved pillar and frosty net
work with jewelled beauty. In every
direction swept the powerful search
light, revealing each moment new
carving in building and more graceful
line in statute. From each clear story
of the surrounding palace, ran twink
ling lines of electricity. Hanging from
endless trees which line avenue and
street. were innumerable crimson flow
ers, their center a cleaning point of
light. Added to these were rows of
burning jets. shining through colored
globes, on each bank of the Seine.
while hundreds of small crafts illum-
mated from bow to stern. moved to and
fro on the river like gigantic flre-fiies.
1t was such sight that comes but
rarely in a lifetime. Once more long
drawn "oh-h!" rang down the Champs
de Mars and turning We saw vivid
points of light break out from ground
to summit Of the Eiffel tower. Up they
climbed. so quickly the eye could
scarcely follow, and as the whole