To the right, summer dawn wakes up the leaves and the mists and the sounds in this corner of the park, and to the left the slopes contain in their purplish shad the thousand swift ruts of the sloshy road. Parade of fairies! Here they come: floats loaded with golden wooden animals, poles and bright-painted posters vibrating to the frenzied gallop of twenty dappled circus horses, and children, and men, on their most fantastic beasts;--twenty embossed wagons decorated with flags and flowers like ancient fairy tale coaches, full of children decked out for an outing in the suburbs.--Even coffins under pitch-dark canopes with jet-black plumes, zooming along to the trot of huge mares, all black and blue.