The World's Fair: Or, Children's prize gift book of the Great Exhibition of 1851 : describing the beautiful inventions and manufactures exhibited therein : with pretty stories about the people who have made and sent them : and how they live when at home.Anonymous
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The World's Fair: Or, Children's prize gift book of the Great Exhibition of 1851 : describing the beautiful inventions and manufactures exhibited therein : with pretty stories about the people who have made and sent them : and how they live when at home.
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Great Exhibition (1851 : London, England) -- Juvenile literature
In some parts of this country are large herds of zebras, antelopes,
and giraffes, which are usually preyed upon by lions, obliging the
shepherds to watch their flocks, and the farmers to ride about with
loaded guns. A strange mode, my little readers will think, of being
shepherds.
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There have been no scarcity of French contributions; rich silks,
velvets, satins, linens, fruits, woods, herbs, statues, machinery,
furniture, iron-work, glass, plate, and a heap more of industrial
products; and such splendid carpets. In the "Arabian Nights'
Entertainments" we read about the Palaces of Fairies and Genii, with
the floors covered with the richest carpets, and divans and cushions
or gorgeous tapestry, and we long to see these carpets in reality; and
so we shall at the Exhibition, for there are some so magnificent, that
I do not think the Princess Badroulboudour, or the Fairy Queen Pari
Banou, ever sat on finer. And charming little models of ships; and
such beautiful fans. Do you know how many persons it takes to make a
fan? Fifteen; and although those fans at the Exhibition are each worth
several guineas, yet, in France, tens of thousands are sold at not
more than a halfpenny a-piece. The French fan-makers get two shillings
and six-pence a-day each, for their labour. The people of France are
our next-door neighbours, almost; and from being our bitterest enemies
they have now become our most intimate friends, and exchange visits
constantly with us; steam vessels and railways having made the journey
one of only a few hours.
Paris is the capital of France, and it is the gayest city in the
world; there are theatres, balls, processions, feast-days, fairs, and
more amusements than I can remember. But there are also numbers of
very poor people, who almost live in the streets, and get food and
clothing as they best can. Some, who are called cheffoniers, go about
with a fork and a basket, to pick up pieces of iron, rags, bones, or
any stray valuables, if they can find them, from holes and corners in
the streets, and from the dust heaps; others look for the ends of
cigars, and sell them to be made into pieces of tobacco for the common
people; and a number, I am very sorry to say, either beg or steal.
Among the peasantry there is a great deal of industry displayed. As
they are all desirous of having a cottage and some land of their own,
lads of fifteen or sixteen years of age, hire themselves as labourers
to the farmers, and receive wages, out of which, and their mode of
living, they save enough money in a few years, to buy a piece of
land. If the land is fit for it, they plant it with vines; for the
vineyards of France yield an abundant harvest, and well repay the
labour bestowed on them. The French wines are among the finest and
most expensive in the world.
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