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twg_000000032700 | and helped themselves to any money or jewels they could lay their hands on. One evening the Seine had overflowed and we were obliged to walk a long distance--all around Svres--and got to Versailles very late and quite exhausted with the jolting and general discomfort. After that we went out by train--which put us at the Prfecture at ten o'clock. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032701 | It wasn't very convenient as there was a great rush for carriages when we arrived at Versailles, still everybody did it. We generally wore black or dark dresses with a lace veil tied over our heads, and of course only went when it was fine. The evening was pleasant enough--one saw all the political men, the marshal's personal friends of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032702 | the droite went to him in the first days of his presidency,--(they rather fell off later)--the Government and Republicans naturally and all the diplomatic corps. There were not many women, as it really was rather an effort to put one's self into a low-necked dress and start off directly after dinner to the Gare St. Lazare, and have rather a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032703 | rush for places. We were always late, and just had time to scramble into the last carriage. I felt very strange--an outsider--all the first months, but my husband's friends were very nice to me and after a certain time I was astonished to find how much politics interested me. I learned a great deal from merely listening while the men | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032704 | talked at dinner. I suppose I should have understood much more if I had read the papers regularly, but I didn't begin to do that until W. had been minister for some time, and then worked myself into a nervous fever at all the opposition papers said about him. However, all told, the attacks were never very vicious. He had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032705 | never been in public life until after the war when he was named deputy and joined the Assemble Nationale at Bordeaux--which was an immense advantage to him. He had never served any other government, and was therefore perfectly independent and was bound by no family traditions or old friendships--didn't mind the opposition papers at all--not even the caricatures. Some of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032706 | them were very funny. There was one very like him, sitting quite straight and correct on the box of a brougham, "John Cocher Anglais n'a jamais vers, ni accroch" (English coachman who has never upset nor run into anything). There were a few political salons. The Countess de R. received every evening--but only men--no women were ever asked. The wives | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032707 | rather demurred at first, but the men went all the same--as one saw every one there and heard all the latest political gossip. Another hostess was the Princess Lize Troubetskoi. She was a great friend and admirer of Thiers--was supposed to give him a great deal of information from foreign governments. She was very eclectic in her sympathies, and every | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032708 | one went to her, not only French, but all foreigners of any distinction who passed through Paris. She gave herself a great deal of trouble for her friends, but also used them when she wanted anything. One of the stories which was always told of the Foreign Office was her "petit paquet," which she wanted to send by the valise | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032709 | to Berlin, when the Comte de St. Vallier was French ambassador there. He agreed willingly to receive the package addressed to him, which proved to be a grand piano. The privilege of sending packages abroad by the valise of the foreign affairs was greatly abused when W. became Minister of Foreign Affairs. He made various changes, one of which was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032710 | that the valise should be absolutely restricted to official papers and documents, which really was perhaps well observed. The Countess de Sgur received every Saturday night. It was really an Orleanist salon, as they were devoted friends of the Orlans family, but one saw all the moderate Republicans there and the centre gauche (which struggled so long to keep together | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032711 | and be a moderating influence, but has long been swallowed up in the ever-increasing flood of radicalism) and a great many literary men, members of the Institute, Academicians, etc. They had a fine old house entre cour et jardin, with all sorts of interesting pictures and souvenirs. Countess de S. also received every day before three o'clock. I often went | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032712 | and was delighted when I could find her alone. She was very clever, very original, had known all sorts of people, and it was most interesting to hear her talk about King Louis Philippe's court, the Spanish marriages, the death of the Duc d'Orlans, the Coup d'Etat of Louis Napolon, etc. When she first began to receive, during the reign | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032713 | of Louis Philippe, the feeling was very bitter between the Legitimists (extreme Royalist party) and the Orleanists. The Duc d'Orlans often came to them on Saturday evenings and always in a good deal of state, with handsome carriage, aides-de-camp, etc. She warned her Legitimist friends when she knew he was coming (but she didn't always know) and said she never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032714 | had any trouble or disagreeable scenes. Every one was perfectly respectful to the duke, but the extreme Legitimists went away at once. We went quite often to Monsieur and Madame Thiers, who received every evening in their big gloomy house in the Place St. Georges. It was a political centre,--all the Republican party went there, and many of his old | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032715 | friends, Orleanists, who admired his great intelligence, while disapproving his politics,--literary men, journalists, all the diplomatists and distinguished strangers. He had people at dinner every night and a small reception afterward,--Madame Thiers and her sister, Mademoiselle Dosne, doing the honours for him. I believe both ladies were very intelligent, but I can't truthfully say they had any charm of manner. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032716 | They never looked pleased to see any one, and each took comfortable little naps in their armchairs after dinner--the first comers had sometimes rather embarrassing entrances,--but I am told they held very much to their receptions. Thiers was wonderful; he was a very old man when I knew him, but his eyes were very bright and keen, his voice strong, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032717 | and he would talk all the evening without any appearance of fatigue. He slept every afternoon for two hours, and was quite rested and alert by dinner time. It was an interesting group of men that stood around the little figure in the drawing-room after dinner. He himself stood almost always leaning against the mantelpiece. Prince Orloff, Russian ambassador, was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032718 | one of the habitus of the salon, and I was always delighted when he would slip away from the group of men and join the ladies in Madame Thiers's salon, which was less interesting. He knew everybody, French and foreign, and gave me most amusing and useful little sketches of all the celebrities. It was he who told me of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032719 | old Prince Gortschakoff's famous phrase when he heard of Thiers's death--(he died at St. Germain in )--"Encore une lumire teinte quand il y en a si peu qui voient clair,"--(still another light extinguished, when there are so few who see clearly). Many have gone of that group,--Casimir Prier, Lon Say, Jules Ferry, St. Vallier, Comte Paul de Sgur, Barthlemy St. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032720 | Hilaire,--but others remain, younger men who were then beginning their political careers and were eager to drink in lessons and warnings from the old statesman, who fought gallantly to the last. I found the first winter in Paris as the wife of a French deputy rather trying, so different from the easy, pleasant life in Rome. That has changed, too, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032721 | of course, with United Italy and Rome the capital, but it was a small Rome in our days, most informal. I don't ever remember having written an invitation all the years we lived in Rome. Everybody led the same life and we saw each other all day, hunting, riding, driving, in the villas in the afternoon, generally finishing at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032722 | Pincio, where there was music. All the carriages drew up and the young men came and talked to the women exactly as if they were at the opera or in a ballroom. When we had music or danced at our house, we used to tell some well-known man to say "on danse chez Madame King ce soir." That was all. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032723 | Paris society is much stiffer, attaches much more importance to visits and reception days. There is very little informal receiving, no more evenings with no amusement of any kind provided, and a small table at one end of the room with orangeade and cakes, which I remember when I was first married (and always in Lent the quartet of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032724 | Conservatoire playing classical symphonies, which of course put a stop to all conversation, as people listened to the artists of the Conservatoire in a sort of sacred silence). Now one is invited each time, there is always music or a comdie, sometimes a conference in Lent, and a buffet in the dining-room. There is much more luxury, and women wear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032725 | more jewels. There were not many tiaras when I first knew Paris society; now every young woman has one in her corbeille. [Illustration: The foyer of the Opra.] One of the first big things I saw in Paris was the opening of the Grand Opera. It was a pretty sight, the house crowded with women beautifully dressed and wearing fine | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032726 | jewels which showed very little, the decoration of the house being very elaborate. There was so much light and gilding that the diamonds were quite lost. The two great features of the evening were the young King of Spain (the father of the present King), a slight, dark, youthful figure, and the Lord Mayor of London, who really made much | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032727 | more effect than the King. He was dressed in his official robes, had two sheriffs and a macebearer, and when he stood at the top of the grand staircase he was an imposing figure and the public was delighted with him. He was surrounded by an admiring crowd when he walked in the foyer. Everybody was there and W. pointed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032728 | out to me the celebrities of all the coteries. We had a box at the opera and went very regularly. The opera was never good, never has been since I have known it, but as it is open all the year round, one cannot expect to have the stars one hears elsewhere. Still it is always a pleasant evening, one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032729 | sees plenty of people to talk to and the music is a cheerful accompaniment to conversation. It is astounding how they talk in the boxes and how the public submits. The ballet is always good. Halanzier was director of the Grand Opera, and we went sometimes to his box behind the scenes, which was most amusing. He was most dictatorial, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032730 | occupied himself with every detail,--was consequently an excellent director. I remember seeing him inspect the corps de ballet one night, just before the curtain went up. He passed down the line like a general reviewing his troops, tapping lightly with a cane various arms and legs which were not in position. He was perfectly smiling and good-humoured: "Voyons, voyons, mes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032731 | petites, ce n'est pas cela,"--but saw everything. What W. liked best was the Thtre Franais. We hadn't a box there, but as so many of our friends had, we went very often. Tuesday was the fashionable night and the Salle was almost as interesting as the stage, particularly if it happened to be a premire, and all the critics and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032732 | journalists were there. Sarah Bernhardt and Croizette were both playing those first years. They were great rivals and it was interesting to see them in the same play, both such fine talents yet so totally different. III M. WADDINGTON AS MINISTER OF PUBLIC INSTRUCTION In March, , W. was made, for the second time, "Ministre de l'Instruction Publique et des | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032733 | Beaux Arts," with M. Dufaure Prsident du Conseil, Duc Dcazes at the Foreign Office, and Lon Say at the finances. His nomination was a surprise to us. We didn't expect it at all. There had been so many discussions, so many names put forward. It seemed impossible to come to an understanding and form a cabinet which would be equally | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032734 | acceptable to the marshal and to the Chambers. I came in rather late one afternoon while the negotiations were going on, and was told by the servants that M. Lon Say was waiting in W.'s library to see him. W. came a few minutes afterward, and the two gentlemen remained a long time talking. They stopped in the drawing-room on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032735 | their way to the door, and Say said to me: "Eh bien, madame, je vous apporte une portefeuille et des flicitations." "Before I accept the felicitations, I would like to know which portfolio." Of course when he said, "Public instruction," I was pleased, as I knew it was the only one W. cared for. My brother-in-law, Richard Waddington, senator of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032736 | the Seine Infrieure,[] and one or two friends came to see us in the evening, and the gentlemen talked late into the night, discussing programmes, possibilities, etc. All the next day the conferences went on, and when the new cabinet was presented to the marshal, he received them graciously if not warmly. W. said both Dufaure and Dcazes were quite | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032737 | wonderful, realising the state of affairs exactly, and knowing the temper of the house, which was getting more advanced every day and more difficult to manage. [Footnote : My brother-in-law, Richard Waddington, senator, died in June, , some time after these notes were written.] W. at once convoked all the officials and staff of the ministry. He made very few | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032738 | changes, merely taking the young Count de Lasteyrie, now Marquis de Lasteyrie, grandnephew of the Marquis de Lafayette, son of M. Jules de Lasteyrie, a senator and devoted friend of the Orlans family, as his chef de cabinet. Two or three days after the new cabinet was announced, W. took me to the Elyse to pay my official visit to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032739 | the Marchale de MacMahon. She received us up-stairs in a pretty salon looking out on the garden. She was very civil, not a particularly gracious manner--gave me the impression of a very energetic, practical woman--what most Frenchwomen are. I was very much struck with her writing-table, which looked most businesslike. It was covered with quantities of letters, papers, cards, circulars | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032740 | of all kinds--she attended to all household matters herself. I always heard (though she did not tell me) that she read every letter that was addressed to her, and she must have had hundreds of begging letters. She was very charitable, much interested in all good works, and very kind to all artists. Whenever a letter came asking for money, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032741 | she had the case investigated, and if the story was true, gave practical help at once. I was dismayed at first with the number of letters received from all over France asking my intercession with the minister on every possible subject from a "monument historique" to be restored, to a pension given to an old schoolmaster no longer able to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032742 | work, with a large family to support. It was perfectly impossible for me to answer them. Being a foreigner and never having lived in France, I didn't really know anything about the various questions. W. was too busy to attend to such small matters, so I consulted M. de L., chef de cabinet, and we agreed that I should send | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032743 | all the correspondence which was not strictly personal to him, and he would have it examined in the "bureau." The first few weeks of W.'s ministry were very trying to me--I went to see so many people,--so many people came to see me,--all strangers with whom I had nothing in common. Such dreary conversations, never getting beyond the most ordinary | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032744 | commonplace phrases,--such an absolutely different world from any I had ever lived in. It is very difficult at first for any woman who marries a foreigner to make her life in her new country. There must be so many things that are different--better perhaps sometimes--but not what one has been accustomed to,--and I think more difficult in France than in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032745 | any other country. French people are set in their ways, and there is so little sympathy with anything that is not French. I was struck with that absence of sympathy at some of the first dinners I went to. The talk was exclusively French, almost Parisian, very personal, with stories and allusions to people and things I knew nothing about. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032746 | No one dreamed of talking to me about my past life--or America, or any of my early associations--yet I was a stranger--one would have thought they might have taken a little more trouble to find some topics of general interest. Even now, after all these years, the difference of nationality counts. Sometimes when I am discussing with very intimate friends | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032747 | some question and I find that I cannot understand their views and they cannot understand mine, they always come back to the real difficulty: "Ecoutez, chre amie, vous tes d'une autre race." I rather complained to W. after the first three or four dinners--it seemed to me bad manners, but he said no, I was the wife of a French | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032748 | political man, and every one took for granted I was interested in the conversation--certainly no one intended any rudeness. The first big dinner I went to that year was at the Elyse--the regular official dinner for the diplomatic corps and the Government. I had Baron von Zuylen, the Dutch minister, one of our great friends, on one side of me, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032749 | Lon Renault, prfet de police, on the other. Lon Renault was very interesting, very clever--an excellent prfet de police. Some of his stories were most amusing. The dinner was very good (always were in the marshal's time), not long, and mercifully the room was not too hot. Sometimes the heat was terrible. There were quite a number of people in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032750 | the evening--the music of the garde rpublicaine playing, and a buffet in the dining-room which was always crowded. We never stayed very late, as W. always had papers to sign when we got home. Sometimes when there was a great press of work his "signatures" kept him two hours. I don't think the marshal enjoyed the receptions very much. Like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032751 | most soldiers he was an early riser, and the late hours and constant talking tired him. I liked our dinners and receptions at the ministry. All the intelligence of France passed through our rooms. People generally came early--by ten o'clock the rooms were quite full. Every one was announced, and it was most interesting to hear the names of all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032752 | the celebrities in every branch of art and science. It was only a fleeting impression, as the guests merely spoke to me at the door and passed on. In those days, hardly any one shook hands unless they were fairly intimate--the men never. They made me low bows some distance off and rarely stopped to exchange a few words with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032753 | me. Some of the women, not many, shook hands. It was a fatiguing evening, as I stood so long, and a procession of strangers passed before me. The receptions finished early--every one had gone by eleven o'clock except a few loiterers at the buffet. There are always a certain number of people at the big official receptions whose principal object | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032754 | in coming seems to be to make a comfortable meal. The servants always told me there was nothing left after a big party. There were no invitations--the reception was announced in the papers, so any one who felt he had the slightest claim upon the minister appeared at the party. Some of the dresses were funny, but there was nothing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032755 | eccentric--no women in hats, carrying babies in their arms, such as one used to see in the old days in America at the President's reception at the White House, Washington--some very simple black silk dresses hardly low--and of course a great many pretty women very well dressed. Some of my American friends often came with true American curiosity, wanting to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032756 | see a phase of French life which was quite novel to them. W. remained two years as Minister of Public Instruction, and my life became at once very interesting, very full. We didn't live at the ministry--it was not really necessary. All the work was over before dinner, except the "signatures," which W. could do just as well in his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032757 | library at home. We went over and inspected the Htel du Ministre in the rue de Grenelle before we made our final decision, but it was not really tempting. There were fine reception-rooms and a pretty garden, but the living-rooms were small, not numerous, and decidedly gloomy. Of course I saw much less of W. He never came home to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032758 | breakfast, except on Sunday, as it was too far from the rue de Grenelle to the Etoile. The Arc de Triomphe stands in the Place de l'Etoile at the top of the Champs-Elyses. All the great avenues, Alma, Jna, Klber, and the adjacent streets are known as the Quartier de l'Etoile. It was before the days of telephones, so whenever | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032759 | an important communication was to be made to him when he was at home in the evening, a dragoon galloped up with his little black bag from which he extracted his papers. It made quite an excitement in our quiet street the first time he arrived after ten o'clock. We just managed our morning ride, and then there were often | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032760 | people waiting to speak to W. before we started, and always when he came back. There was a great amount of patronage attached to his ministry, nominations to all the universities, lyces, schools, etc., and, what was most agreeable to me, boxes at all the government theatres,--the Grand Opera, Opra Comique, Franais, Odon, and Conservatoire. Every Monday morning we received | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032761 | the list for the week, and, after making our own selection, distributed them to the official world generally,--sometimes to our own personal friends. The boxes of the Franais, Opra, and Conservatoire were much appreciated. I went very regularly to the Sunday afternoon concerts at the Conservatoire, where all classical music was splendidly given. They confined themselves generally to the strictly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032762 | classic, but were beginning to play a little Schumann that year. Some of the faces of the regular habitus became most familiar to me. There were three or four old men with grey hair sitting in the first row of stalls (most uncomfortable seats) who followed every note of the music, turning around and frowning at any unfortunate person in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032763 | a box who dropped a fan or an opera-glass. It was funny to hear the hum of satisfaction when any well-known movement of Beethoven or Mozart was attacked. The orchestra was perfect, at its best I think in the "scherzos" which they took in beautiful style--so light and sure. I liked the instrumental part much better than the singing. French | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032764 | voices, the women's particularly, are thin, as a rule. I think they sacrifice too much to the "diction,"--don't bring out the voices enough--but the style and training are perfect of their kind. The Conservatoire is quite as much a social feature as a school of music. It was the thing to do on Sunday afternoon. No invitation was more appreciated, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032765 | as it was almost impossible to have places unless one was invited by a friend. All the boxes and seats (the hall is small) belong to subscribers and have done so for one or two generations. Many marriages are made there. There are very few theatres in Paris to which girls can be taken, but the Opra Comique and the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032766 | Conservatoire are very favourite resorts. When a marriage is pending the young lady, very well dressed (always in the simplest tenue de jeune fille) is taken to the Conservatoire or the Opra Comique by her father and mother, and very often her grandmother. She sits in front of the box and the young man in the stalls, where he can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032767 | study his future wife without committing himself. The difference of dress between the jeune fille and the jeune femme is very strongly marked in France. The French girl never wears lace or jewels or feathers or heavy material of any kind, quite unlike her English or American contemporaries, who wear what they like. The wedding-dress is classic, a simple, very | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032768 | long dress of white satin, and generally a tulle veil over the face. When there is a handsome lace veil in the family, the bride sometimes wears it, but no lace on her dress. The first thing the young married woman does is to wear a very long velvet dress with feathers in her hair. I think on the whole | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032769 | the arranged marriages turn out as well as any others. They are generally made by people of the same monde, accustomed to the same way of living, and the fortunes as nearly alike as possible. Everything is calculated. The young couple usually spend the summer with parents or parents-in-law, in the chteau, and I know some cases where there are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032770 | curious details about the number of lamps that can be lighted in their rooms, and the use of the carriage on certain days. I am speaking of course of purely French marriages. To my American ideas it seemed very strange when I first came to Europe, but a long residence in a foreign country certainly modifies one's impressions. Years ago, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032771 | when we were living in Rome, four sisters, before any of us were married, a charming Frenchwoman, Duchesse de B., who came often to the house, was very worried about this family of girls, all very happy at home and contented with their lives. It was quite true we danced and hunted and made a great deal of music, without | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032772 | ever troubling ourselves about the future. The duchesse couldn't understand it, used often to talk to mother very seriously. She came one day with a proposal of marriage--a charming man, a Frenchman, not too young, with a good fortune, a title, and a chteau, had seen Madam King's daughters in the ballroom and hunting-field, and would very much like to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032773 | be presented and make his cour. "Which one?" we naturally asked, but the answer was vague. It sounded so curiously impersonal that we could hardly take it seriously. However, we suggested that the young man should come and each one of the four would show off her particular talent. One would play and one would sing (rather like the song | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032774 | in the children's book, "one could dance and one could sing, and one could play the violin"), and the third, the polyglot of the family, could speak several languages. We were rather puzzled as to what my eldest sister could do, as she was not very sociable and never spoke to strangers if she could help it, so we decided | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032775 | she must be very well dressed and preside at the tea-table behind an old-fashioned silver urn that we always used--looking like a stately matresse de maison receiving her guests. We confided all these plans to the duchesse, but she was quite put out with us, wouldn't bring the young man nor tell us his name. We never knew who he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032776 | was. Since I have been a Frenchwoman (devant la loi)--I think all Americans remain American no matter where they marry,--I have interested myself three or four times in made marriages, which have generally turned out well. There were very few Americans married in France all those years, now there are legions of all kinds. I don't remember any in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032777 | official parliamentary world I lived in the first years of my marriage--nor English either. It was absolutely French, and rather born French. Very few of the people, the women especially, had any knowledge or experience of foreign countries, and didn't care to have,--France was enough for them. W. was very happy at the Ministry of Public Instruction,--all the educational questions | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032778 | interested him so much and the tournes en province and visits to the big schools and universities,--some of them, in the south of France particularly, singularly wanting in the most elementary details of hygiene and cleanliness, and it was very difficult to make the necessary changes, giving more light, air, and space. Routine is a powerful factor in this very | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032779 | conservative country, where so many things exist simply because they have always existed. Some of his letters from Bordeaux, Toulouse, and Montpellier were most interesting. As a rule he was very well received and got on very well, strangely enough, with the clergy, particularly the haut clerg, bishops and cardinals. His being a Protestant was rather a help to him; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032780 | he could take an impartial view of things. At Bordeaux he stayed at the Prfecture, where he was very comfortable, but the days were fatiguing. He said he hadn't worked so hard for years. He started at nine in the morning, visiting schools and universities, came home to breakfast at twelve, and immediately after had a small reception, rectors, professors, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032781 | and people connected with the schools he wanted to talk to, at three started again seeing more schools and going conscientiously over the buildings from basement to garret,--then visits to the cardinal, archbishop, general commanding, etc.--a big dinner and reception in the evening, the cardinal present in his red robes, his coadjutor in purple, the officers in uniform, and all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032782 | the people connected in any way with the university, who were pleased to see their chief. There was a total absence of Bonapartist senators and deputies (which was not surprising, as W. had always been in violent opposition to the Empire), who were rather numerous in these parts. W. was really quite exhausted when he got back to Paris--said it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032783 | was absolute luxury to sit quietly and read in his library, and not talk. It wasn't a luxury that he enjoyed very much, for whenever he was in the house there was always some one talking to him in his study and others waiting in the drawing-room. Every minute of the day he was occupied. People were always coming to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032784 | ask for something for themselves or some members of their family, always candidates for the Institute, anxiously inquiring what their chances were, and if he had recommended them to his friends. It is striking even in this country of functionaries (I think there are more small public employees in France than in any other country) how many applicants there were | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032785 | always for the most insignificant places--a Frenchman loves a cap with gold braid and gilt buttons on his coat. All the winter of , which saw the end of the National Assembly and the beginning of a new rgime, was an eventful one in parliamentary circles. I don't know if the country generally was very much excited about a new | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032786 | constitution and a change of government. I don't think the country in France (the small farmers and peasants) are ever much excited about the form of government. As long as the crops are good and there is no war to take away their sons and able-bodied men, they don't care, often don't know, whether a king or an emperor is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032787 | reigning over them. They say there are some far-off villages half hidden in the forests and mountains who still believe that a king and a Bourbon is reigning in France. Something had to be decided; the provisoire could no longer continue; the country could not go on without a settled government. All the arguments and negotiations of that period have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032788 | been so often told, that I will not go into any details. The two centres, centre droit and centre gauche, had everything in their hands as the great moderating elements of the Assembly, but the conflicting claims of the various parties, Legitimist, Orleanist, Bonapartist, and advanced Left, made the question a very difficult one. W. as a member of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032789 | Comit des Trente was very much occupied and preoccupied. He came back generally very late from Versailles, and, when he did dine at home, either went out again after dinner to some of the numerous meetings at different houses or had people at home. I think the great majority of deputies were honestly trying to do what they thought best | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032790 | for the country, and when one remembers the names and personalities on both sides--MacMahon, Broglie, d'Audiffret-Pasquier, Buffet, Dufaure, and Thiers, Casimir Prier, Lon Say, Jules Simon, Jules Ferry, Freycinet, and many others, it is impossible to think that any of those men were animated by any spirit other than love of the country and an ardent desire to see some | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032791 | stable government restored which would enable France to take her place again among the great powers. Unfortunately the difference of opinion as to the form of government made things very difficult. Some of the young deputies, just fresh from the war and smarting under a sense of humiliation, were very violent in their abuse of any Royalist and particularly Bonapartist | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032792 | restoration. [Illustration: Meeting of officers of the National Assembly, and of delegates of the new Chambers, in the salon of Hercules, palace of Versailles. From _L'Illustration_, March . .] IV THE SOCIAL SIDE OF A MINISTER'S WIFE My first big dinner at the Ministry of Public Instruction rather intimidated me. We were fifty people--I the only lady. I went over | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032793 | to the ministry in the afternoon to see the table, which was very well arranged with quantities of flowers, beautiful Svres china, not much silver--there is very little left in France, it having all been melted at the time of the Revolution. The official dinners are always well done in Paris. I suppose the traditions of the Empire have been | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032794 | handed down. We arrived a few minutes before eight, all the staff and directors already there, and by ten minutes after eight every one had arrived. I sat between Grme, the painter, and Renan, two very different men but each quite charming,--Grme tall, slight, animated, talking very easily about everything. He told me who a great many of the people | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032795 | were, with a little commentary on their profession and career which was very useful to me, as I knew so few of them. Renan was short, stout, with a very large head, almost unprepossessing-looking, but with a great charm of manner and the most delightful smile and voice imaginable. He often dined with us in our own house, en petit | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032796 | comit, and was always charming. He was one of those happy mortals (there are not many) who made every subject they discuss interesting. After that first experience, I liked the big men's dinners very much. There was no general conversation; I talked exclusively to my two neighbours, but as they were always distinguished in some branch of art, science, or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032797 | literature, the talk was brilliant, and I found the hour our dinner lasted a very short one. W. was very particular about not having long dinners. Later, at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, where we sometimes had eighty guests, the dinner was never over an hour. I did not remain the whole evening at the men's dinners. As soon as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032798 | they dispersed to talk and smoke, I came away, leaving W. to entertain his guests. We often had big receptions with music and comdie. At one of our first big parties we had several of the Orlans family. I was rather nervous, as I had never received royalty,--in fact I had never spoken to a royal prince or princess. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000032799 | had lived a great deal in Rome, as a girl, during the last days of Pius IX, and I was never in Paris during the Empire. When we went back to Rome one winter, after the accession of King Victor Emmanuel, I found myself for the first time in a room with royalties, the Prince and Princesse de Pimont. I | 60 | gutenberg |
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