Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXVII, August 1852, Vol. VVarious
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXVII, August 1852, Vol. V
Various
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a scene of great splendor within. A band of musicians, stationed in
the court-yard, pealed forth upon the night air the most animating
strains of martial music. At the door, an armed sentry looked at my
ticket of invitation, and I was ushered into a large hall.
It was brilliantly lighted, and a swarm of servants, large,
imposing-looking men in gorgeous livery, thronged it. One of these
servants very respectfully conducted the guest through the hall to a
spacious ante-room. This room also was dazzling with light, and
numerous servants were there to take the outer garments of the
guests, and to give them tickets in return. My number was 2004. We
then ascended a magnificent flight of marble stairs, so wide that
twenty men could, with ease, march up them abreast. Sentinels in
rich uniform stood upon the stairs with glittering bayonets. We
were ushered into the suit of grand saloons extending in long
perspective, with regal splendor. Innumerable chandeliers suspended
from the lofty gilded ceilings, threw floods of light upon the
brilliant throng which crowded this abode of royalty. In two
different saloons bands of musicians were stationed, and their
liquid notes floated through the hum of general conversation. Men of
lofty lineage were there, rejoicing in their illustrious birth, and
bearing upon their breasts the jeweled insignia of their rank.
Generals of armies were there, decorated with garments inwoven with
gold. Ladies, almost aerial in their gossamer robes, floated like
visions through the animated assembly. Occasionally the dense throng
was pressed aside, and a little space made for the dancers. The
rooms were warm, the crowd immense, the champagne abundant, and the
dancers seemed elated and happy. As the hours of the night wore
away, and the throng was a little diminished, and the bottles
emptied, I thought that I could perceive that the polka and the
waltz were prosecuted with a decided increase of fervor. I must
confess that, with my Puritan notions, I should not like to see a
friend of mine, whose maiden delicacy I desired to cherish, exposed
to such hugs and such twirls.
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