Never wuz such iron gates seen in this country, a-towerin' up twenty feet high, and ornamented off in the most elaborate manner, and high towers crowned by their gold eagles; and high up in the back is a majestic bronze Germania.

On either side, and in the centre, are other wonderful pavilions.

If you go through these gates you will want to stay there a week right along, examinin' the world of objects demandin' your attention--marvellous tapestry, porcelain, paintin', statuary, furniture, hammered iron, copper, printin', lithographin', etc., and etcetry.
It wuz here that we see the Columbian diamond, a blue brilliant, the finest diamond at the Exposition.
The French pavilion is a dream of beauty.

It rises up in white, marble-like beauty, not excelled by any country, it seems to me, and is filled with the very finest things to be found in the French shops, and that is sayin' the finest in the world.
Here are beautiful figgers in wax, wearin' the most magnificent dresses you ever hearn on--Papa, Mama, Grandma, Baby, and Nurse--all fitted out in clothes suitable, and the hite of beauty and elegance.
Why, in goin' through this section you can jest imagine the most beautiful and perfect things you ever hearn on in dress, furniture, jewelry, etc., etc., and multiply 'em by one hundred, and then you wouldn't figger out the result half gorgeous enough.
Why, it is insured for ten millions, and it is worth it.

I wouldn't take a cent less for it--not a cent; and so I told Josiah.
Why, there is one baby's cradle worth thirty-one thousand dollars, and a vase at twenty thousand, and a parasol at two thousand five hundred, and other things accordin'-- the idee! The Gobelin tapestries that are loaned by the French Goverment are absolutely priceless.
Austria's big pavilion has her double eagles reared up over it; it stands up sixty-five feet high, and is full of splendor.
Bohemian glass in every form and shape bein' one of its best exhibits, and terry-cotty figgers, and beautiful gifts of Honor loaned by the Emperor, and etc.
And you can tell the Russian pavilion as fur as you can see it by its dark, strong architecture.
Along the outer court runs a long platform ornamented with urns and vases of hewn marble and other hard stuns, from the exile mines of Siberia.
I wondered how many tears had wet the stuns as they wuz hewn out.
But, howsumever, the Russians did well; their enamel in this exhibit is the best shown anywhere.