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Show TWO GLIMPSES OF EUGENIE. The Beautiful Frmeli imprest Now a Pale, White Haired Woman. I may mention here two rather pictur-esqua pictur-esqua interviews with the Empress Eugenie. Eu-genie. The first one at Venice in 1869, when she win on her way to the Suez canal to open it for M. de Lessens, her cousin. She arrived there in her own yacht, the Aigle, and we saw her from the win-flows win-flows of Dainielli's hotel, pacing up and down the deck, a queenly fignre. Indeed In-deed the Empress Eugenie, who was not a royalty, looked more like one than any I have seen born in the purple. She was physically so handsome, and what we call ' 'aristocratic looking," that she seemed seem-ed every inch a queen. In the evening all Venice was illuminated, and the Grand canal had the appearance of a long, jewelled serpent Victor Emmanuel came thither with a brilliant troop of cavaliers to do her honor. He took her in his own gondola up the tortuous dark passages of the lesser canals into the Grand canal, past the historio house of Lucretia Borgia, which was blood red in the limelight; past the violet tinted church of Maria del Salute; past the glorious old Ducal palace; poet the two columns which hold the Lion of St. Mark and the Saint on tho Alligator; through all the dreamy charm of a night in Venice, with the gleaming boats beside them, one a model of the Bucentoro. Music was playing softly all the airs from "Otello," "I Due Foscari" and other Venetian things; and go the empress, whose pale, handsome face and red hair I saw plainly from my gondola, spent her evening in Veuice. Lord Houghton was with her and he afterwards told me that ehe ordered in Venice a dress made after the portrait of Catarina C'ornaro, queen of Cyprus, in the Accadeinia, which she woro at the ball given by M. de Lesseps at Suez. Poor woman! this was the last of her Clones. Tho next year came Sedan, with downfall and ruin, loss of husband, loss of son. She is our Lady of Vicissitudes. Vicissi-tudes. During the most brilliant dayB of the queen's jubilee in London, in 1887, 1 sow tho empress once more, a tall, pale, white haired woman iu deep mourning, attended by one gentleman and one lady. She came down the stops of the Buckingham Buck-ingham Palace hotel as I did. Our carriages car-riages were detained and I noted again that fine, aristocratic outline, that beautiful beau-tiful droop of the eyelid. She is still very handsome and looks like a martyr, but how changed it all is! Mr. Sherwood Sher-wood in Philadelphia Times. |