1851; Or, The adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Sandboys and family, who came up to London to enjoy themselves, and to see the Great Exhibition.Mayhew, Henry
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1851; Or, The adventures of Mr. and Mrs. Sandboys and family, who came up to London to enjoy themselves, and to see the Great Exhibition.
Mayhew, Henry
Great Exhibition (1851 : London, England) -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
by the prismatic hues of the water-drops of the neighbouring fountain.
Then appeared the old elm-trees of the park, looking almost like the
lions of the forest caught in a net of glass; and behind them again was
a screen of iron tracery, so light and delicate that it seemed like a
lacework of bronze.
The opposite side of the transept was filled with sight-seers, and the
galleries, around and all along, as far as the eye could stretch, were
dotted over with the yellow, white, and pink bonnets of the fairer
portion of the company.
But it was when the retinue of the court began to assemble that the
scene became one—perhaps the most gorgeous in colouring and splendour
ever beheld; for it was seen in the clear light of the transparent roof
above. The gold embroidered bosoms of the officers of State seemed to be
almost alight with the glitter of their ornaments; and as the
ambassadors of all nations stood grouped in the centre, the various
forms and colours and embellishments of their costumes were a sight to
see and never to forget.
There stood all the ministers of state in their glittering suits; the
ambassadors of every country, some in light blue and silver, others in
green and gold, and others in white, with their bosoms studded with
their many-coloured “orders.” There was the Chinese mandarin in his red
cap, with peacock’s feathers dangling behind, and his silken robes with
quaint devices painted upon them in front and at the back. There was the
turbaned Turk, and the red fez-capped Egyptian; and there were the
chocolate-coloured court suits, with their filagree steel buttons, and
long, white, embroidered silk waistcoats.
There was the old Duke, too, with his silver hair and crooked back
showing most conspicuous amongst the whole. At the back and sides of the
throne, stood the gentlemen-at-arms, in their golden helmets, with the
long plumes of white ribbon-like feathers drooping over them. Beside
these were the portly-looking beef-eaters, in their red suits and black
velvet caps; and near them were the trumpeters, in their golden coats
and close-fitting jockey-caps, with silver trumpets in their hands. Near
these were the Aldermen, in their red gowns of office, trimmed with fur;
and the Common-councilmen, in their blue silk gowns; and the Recorder,
in long, big, powdered judge’s wig—the Archbishop, in full lawn sleeves,
and close, curly wig—and the “Musical Doctor,” in his white satin,
damask robe, and quaint-looking black cap—and the heralds in their blue
silk robes, emblazoned with gold-looking lions, and other silken
devices—and the Garter King-at-Arms, in his gorgeous red velvet coat,
becrested all over in gold—while, round all these were ranged sappers
and miners, in their red and yellow uniforms; and behind them were seen
the dark blue coats of the police.
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