<h2><SPAN name="Letter_30" id="Letter_30"></SPAN>Letter 30.</h2>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Paris.</span></p>
<p><span class="smcap">Dear Charley</span>:—</p>
<p class="text">Yesterday we went to the Cirque, in the Champs
Elysées. It is a very large building, with sixteen
sides, and behind is another spacious one for the
horses. The intention of the builder was to represent
a Moorish hall; and the pillars of iron are, with
the panellings of the walls, gilt and frescoed. The
roof is very elegant, and the largest chandelier in
Paris is in the centre, blazing with I cannot tell you
how many gas lights. The circus will accommodate
about six or seven thousand people, and when we
were there it was very nearly full. We paid two
francs each, and had the best seats. The performances
were very good, and some quite beyond any
thing I had before seen. There was one feat that was
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_202" id="Page_202" title="202"></SPAN></span>really great. They placed planks upon supporters,
from the centre of the circus up to the edge of
the gallery, making an angle of about fifty feet.
Well, Charley, a fellow walked in with a ball, about
three quarters of a yard in diameter, and on this
ball he trotted about on the ground for perhaps two
minutes; then he marches it to the foot of this
plank, still standing on it, and up he goes,—yes, he
totes and coaxes the ball under his feet, up, up,—till
at last he stands on it on the gallery; and then,
did not the place ring again with applause? But
then it is not over; for down he comes the selfsame
way—and that is the tug of war; but he did it.
This he did <i>backwards</i>, also, each way. I never saw
any thing before that would equal this, and I want
to see him do it again before we leave Paris. The
horsemanship was very good. But there was one
fellow who threw himself into the very oddest attitudes
you can fancy. He looked, as he moved
about on the earth, like any thing but a human. We
were all much amused with the audience. Entire
families were there. You could see parties coming
in where there was no mistake about grandfather
and grandmother, father, mother, and all the children.
It seems that all classes here have a taste for
amusement, and pursue it with much earnestness.
The audience behaved very well—every thing was
quiet. I noticed a great many well-dressed women
<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_203" id="Page_203" title="203"></SPAN></span>who carried round crickets to the ladies, for their
feet, and for this they got a few sous.</p>
<p class="text">As we returned, we found, in the grounds through
which we walked, scores of establishments for juvenile
amusement—stalls where there are exhibitions
of moving figures, and at which you may shoot with
bow and arrow by paying a small price. Not far
from the Cirque we met with an out-door concert, in
a very tasty garden—the performers all occupying
a fine orchestra. The audience were seated at tables
in the garden, taking ice cream, lemonade, coffee,
&c. Now and then one of the singers would
pass round and take up a collection.</p>
<p class="text">This day we went to the Hippodrome, which is a
very large enclosure, nearly opposite the Triumphal
Arch. This is no less than three hundred and
eighty feet in diameter, and will seat all of ten thousand
persons, who are under shelter, but the course-ground
is open to the heavens. This place is open
from three to five during the warm weather, and is
under the same management as the Cirque. Our
great object in coming was to see the ball feat again,
and also the skirmishes of some twenty Arabs, who
are here exhibiting their tactics. I never saw a
more reckless, savage-looking set of fellows than
they were. Only one looked like a venerable Arab—he
did look patriarchal. They had several sham
attacks, and rode about shooting helter skelter, look<span class='pagenum'><SPAN class="page" name="Page_204" id="Page_204" title="204"></SPAN></span>ing
as if they would enjoy the real thing much better.
These fellows are said to be some of the Algerine
captives brought over by the French. Our
friend Mr. Hodgson, who lived so long in Turkey,
and speaks Arabic, talked with them, much to their
surprise.</p>
<p class="text">We have determined to leave Paris this week, and
commence our journey through Belgium, Holland,
go up the Rhine, and take Switzerland on our return
to Paris—and perhaps we may leave to-morrow.
I ought not to omit saying that we have had a very
pleasant Sunday in our own parlor here. We did
not feel much like going to the French church that
morning; and the doctor invited the Rev. Dr. Murray,
Dr. Chetwood, Rev. Mr. Darling, Judge Darling,
Rev. Mr. Hovey, Mr. King, and some other
friends to join us, and have a religious meeting. It
was a very interesting one, too. Dr. Murray spoke
about the state of France, the need the French had
of our Sunday, and how they could not be a free
and happy people, and get along without soldiers,
till they had it. All the ministers took part; and I
shall not very soon forget that day; and then I
think we all thought a good deal about home, as
each minister talked and prayed for our families.</p>
<p class="text">Our next letters will, I suppose, be from Brussels.</p>
<p class="center">Yours, &c.,</p>
<p class="right"><span class="smcap">george.</span></p>
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