The Olivia Letters: Being Some History of Washington City for Forty Years as Told by the Letters of a Newspaper CorrespondentBriggs, Emily Edson
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The Olivia Letters: Being Some History of Washington City for Forty Years as Told by the Letters of a Newspaper Correspondent
Briggs, Emily Edson
United States -- Politics and government -- 1865-1933; Washington (D.C.) -- History
Because silk is so common, fashion has decided that the superior
excellence or elegance of a woman’s wardrobe must consist in her rare
and costly laces. But against this extravagant innovation good taste
has set her face. A moderate amount of lace adds additional charms
to a handsome dress, but when we come to make the entire garment
of the material the effect is lost. Queen Augusta, of Germany, who
ranks next to Eugenie in matters pertaining to the toilet, prefers
tulle dresses to wear over her silks and satins. Sometimes these
are ornamented with field grasses, at least this was the case in
her younger years. In latter days her tulle garments are trimmed
with pearls. The most exquisite taste delights in simplicity. The
more barbarous a nation the more it revels in gorgeous and costly
ornament; but when every American woman lays her earrings aside
forever the tranquillity and peace of the Republic is assured.
OLIVIA.
MEETING OF OCCIDENT AND ORIENT.
RECEPTION OF THE IMPERIAL EMBASSY OF JAPAN BY PRESIDENT GRANT.
WASHINGTON, _March 4, 1872_.
Another interesting ceremony has taken place which marks an epoch in
the civilization of the world. To-day the Occident and the Orient
has an official greeting. The fluttering petticoats of the East
have bowed before the scant, ungraceful pantaloons of the West, and
history records the performance. The event was stately and solemn,
and nothing occurred to mar or disturb the feelings of those present,
except the cold and disdainful way in which the press was treated.
These scions of republican royalty were kept outside, whilst such
crumbs of information fell to our lot as the powers that be chose to
bestow.
Before the magic hour of 12, for the royal time of day was chosen,
ten of the Japanese highest in power, accompanied by Mr. Mori, the
Japanese minister, descended from their carriages and in single file
marched slowly into the Executive Mansion. Previously everything had
been prepared for their reception. The broad halls and the great
vestibule had been reduced to excruciating neatness. The air was
laden with the odor of tropical exotics. Above the central part of
the great ottoman, in the Blue Room, arose a pyramid of flowers
composed of Japanese lilies, birds of paradise, and the long,
dreamy, pendant leaves of the Eastern fern. Daylight, which was not
considered quite good enough for such an occasion, had been carefully
excluded, like the press, but, like this mighty engine, it managed to
struggle in, or at least enough of it for all practical purposes.
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