All Paris was out that day,--it is always out, by the way, when the sun shines, and in whatever part of the city you happen to be; and it seemed to me there was a special throng clear down to the gate of the Tuileries, to see the Emperor and the rest of us come home.He went round by the Rue Rivoli, but I walked through the gardens.The soldiers from Africa sat by the gilded portals, as usual,--aliens, and yet always with the port of conquerors here in Paris.Their nonchalant indifference and soldierly bearing always remind me of the sort of force the Emperor has at hand to secure his throne.I think the blouses must look askance at these satraps of the desert.The single jet fountain in the basin was springing its highest,--a quivering pillar of water to match the stone shaft of Egypt which stands close by.The sun illuminated it, and threw a rainbow from it a hundred feet long, upon the white and green dome of chestnut-trees near.When I was farther down the avenue, I had the dancing column of water, the obelisk, and the Arch of Triumph all in line, and the rosy sunset beyond.
AN IMPERIAL REVIEW
The Prince and Princess of Wales came up to Paris in the beginning of May, from Italy, Egypt, and alongshore, stayed at a hotel on the Place Vendome, where they can get beef that is not horse, and is rare, and beer brewed in the royal dominions, and have been entertained with cordiality by the Emperor.Among the spectacles which he has shown them is one calculated to give them an idea of his peaceful intentions,-a grand review of cavalry and artillery at the Bois de Boulogne.It always seems to me a curious comment upon the state of our modern civilization,when one prince visits another here in Europe, the first thing that the visited does, by way of hospitality is to get out his troops, and show his rival how easily he could "lick" him, if it came to that.
It is a little puerile.At any rate, it is an advance upon the old fashion of getting up a joust at arms, and inviting the guest to come out and have his head cracked in a friendly way.
The review, which had been a good deal talked about, came off in the afternoon; and all the world went to it.The avenues of the Bois were crowded with carriages, and the walks with footpads.Such a constellation of royal personages met on one field must be seen; for, besides the imperial family and Albert Edward and his Danish beauty, there was to be the Archduke of Austria) and no end of titled personages besides.At three o'clock the royal company, in the Emperor's carriages, drove upon the training-ground of the Bois, where the troops awaited them.All the party, except the Princess of Wales, then mounted horses, and rode along the lines, and afterwards retired to a wood-covered knoll at one end to witness the evolutions.
The training-ground is a noble, slightly undulating piece of greensward, perhaps three quarters of a mile long and half that in breadth, hedged about with graceful trees, and bounded on one side by the Seine.Its borders were rimmed that day with thousands of people on foot and in carriages,--a gay sight, in itself, of color and fashion.A more brilliant spectacle than the field presented cannot well be imagined.Attention was divided between the gentle eminence where the imperial party stood,--a throng of noble persons backed by the gay and glittering Guard of the Emperor, as brave a show as chivalry ever made,--and the field of green, with its long lines in martial array; every variety of splendid uniforms, the colors and combinations that most dazzle and attract, with shining brass and gleaming steel, and magnificent horses of war, regiments of black, gray, and bay.
The evolutions were such as to stir the blood of the most sluggish.
A regiment, full front, would charge down upon a dead run from the far field, men shouting, sabers flashing, horses thundering along, so that the ground shook, towards the imperial party, and, when near, stop suddenly, wheel to right and left, and gallop back.Others would succeed them rapidly, coming up the center while their predecessors filed down the sides; so that the whole field was a moving mass of splendid color and glancing steel.Now and then a rider was unhorsed in the furious rush, and went scrambling out of harm, while the steed galloped off with free rein.This display was followed by that of the flying artillery, battalion after battalion, which came clattering and roaring along, in double lines stretching half across the field, stopped and rapidly discharged its pieces, waking up all the region with echoes, filling the plain with the smoke of gunpowder, and starting into rearing activity all the carriage-horses in the Bois.How long this continued I do not know, nor how many men participated in the review, but they seemed to pour up from the far end in unending columns.I think the regiments must have charged over and over again.It gave some people the impression that there were a hundred thousand troops on the ground.I set it at fifteen to twenty thousand.Gallignani next morning said there were only six thousand! After the charging was over, the reviewing party rode to the center of the field, and the troops galloped round them;and the Emperor distributed decorations.We could recognize the Emperor and Empress; Prince Albert in huzzar uniform, with a green plume in his cap; and the Prince Imperial, in cap and the uniform of a lieutenant, on horseback in front; while the Princess occupied a carriage behind them.
