IN HIGH LIFE.
would have wished for some other way of getting
down besides walking.
I am always delighted to see elegant houses, but
more particularly when there are elegant ladies to
grace them, which is the case here; for in every house
I have been in, in New York, there were elegant ladies
to adorn them.
I remember, while in England, once going with the
ladies' maid of a countess to see the splendid mansion
of her mistress. Before leaving I wished to see the
lady who graced such a mansion. To my surprise, on
reaching the door, I found an elegant carriage, coach¬
man and footman, with certainly the queerest looking
little lady, all shriveled up, that I ever saw. It made
me wish I was a fairy, that I could transfer some of
the fine-looking ladies from my country to grace such
The next day I commenced by going on Eighth-
street, but, in consequence of sickness, I did not go
through the house. On entering I found the house
and grounds more like France than any place I had
seen in New York. From there I went to Mrs. S.'s
elegant and princely mansion. It was a large double
house, with two parlors on one side and a large recep¬
tion-room on the other. Everything in the house is
chaste and elegant; everything in these parlors is
magnificent. The chandeliers are the most beautifnl
of any I ever saw. One in the principal parlor has
sixteen burners. There are beautiful branches over
the mantles, and at each side, with brilliant lights.
These, with the pure white of the velvet-papered
walls, give, at night some idea of an earthly paradise.
The dining-room is also a most beautiful room. On