Domestic fiction; Short stories; Suburban life -- Fiction
I had the good fortune on the morning of this first Jubilee day to view
the interior of the Coliseum when there was scarcely anybody there,--a
trifle of ten thousand singers at one end, and a few thousand other
people scattered about over the wide expanses of parquet and galleries.
The decorations within, as without, were a pleasure to the eyes that
love gayety of color; and the interior was certainly magnificent, with
those long lines of white and blue drapery roofing the balconies, the
slim, lofty columns festooned with flags and drooping banners, the arms
of the States decking the fronts of the galleries, and the arabesques of
painted muslin everywhere. I do not know that my taste concerned itself
with the decorations, or that I have any taste in such things; but I
testify that these tints and draperies gave no small part of the
comfort of being where all things conspired for one's pleasure. The airy
amplitude of the building, the perfect order and the perfect freedom
of movement, the ease of access and exit, the completeness of the
arrangements that in the afternoon gave all of us thirty thousand
spectators a chance to behold the great spectacle as well as to hear
the music, were felt, I am sure, as personal favors by every one. These
minor particulars, in fact, served greatly to assist you in identifying
yourself, when the vast hive swarmed with humanity, and you became a
mere sentient atom of the mass.
It was rumored in the morning that the ceremonies were to begin with
prayer by a hundred ministers, but I missed this striking feature of the
exhibition, for I did not arrive in the afternoon till the last speech
was being made by a gentleman whom I saw gesticulating effectively, and
whom I suppose to have been intelligible to a matter of twenty thousand
people in his vicinity, but who was to me, of the remote, outlying
thirty thousand, a voice merely. One word only I caught, and I report
it here that posterity may know as much as we thirty thousand
contemporaries did of
THE PRESIDENT'S SPEECH.
. . . . . . . (_sensation_.) . . . . . . . . . . (_cheers_.). . . .
refinement . . . . . . . . . . (_great applause_.)
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