Identifier: parisherselfagai02salaiala (find matches)
Title: Paris herself again in 1878-9
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: Sala, George Augustus, 1828-1895
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Publisher: London : Remington and Co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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and shoulders,have been especial favourites in the April Fish market this season.The Fille de Madame Angot, carrying a basket full of sprats, has also been much in vogue;while confiseurs of more clas-sical leanings have broughtout radiant presentments ofArion on his dolphin, andPomitians turbot, splen-didly got up in chocolate,mother - o - pearl, blanchedalmonds, tmdmarrons glaces.I note also a youth, unrobed,with wings, sitting in thebright vermilion jaws of akind of sea-dragon, equallyresembling a diminutivesbark and a colossal flying-fish. The youth is playingon a barp, and to all ap-pearance is very happy. Canthis group have any referenceto the story of Jonah andthe whale ?Take him for all in all, the Poisson dAvril may be acceptedas the light and mercurial precursor of the more serious and sub-stantial (Euf de Paques,in the dazzling splendours of which themodest fish soon becomes blended, and is ultimately absorbed.An Easter Egg of the very highest class is not, I would have you
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EASTER EGGS AND APRIL FISHES. 277 to understand, by any means a joke. When the Second Empirewas at the heyday of its luxurious folly and its sumptuous corrup-tion there were Easter Eggs that cost 50,000, or 25,000, or 10,000francs apiece. I remember to have heard of one presented by aViscount and Chamberlain of the Imperial Court to an actress,say at the theatre of les Depravations Parisiennes, which ex-teriorly was only a coffer of ovoid form, covered with blue velvetpowdered with hearts transfixed by arrows in gold embroideiy,but which, opening, disclosed a charming victoria of Bindersbuilding, a pair of perfectly matched piebald ponies, and a Bengaltiger—a groom I mean—in faultless tunic, tops, and buckskins.The ponies and the groom were alive, the victoria was fit for im-mediate use, and Mademoiselle Pasgrandchose drove her piebaldpair that very afternoon at the Promenade de Longchamp. Thebrilliance of her appearance was heightened by the contents ofanother egg, the yolk of wh

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