The pavilions of the different nations tower up in all their grandeur that their goverments could expend on ’em, and they rival each other in beauty; but private undertakin’s show off nobly.

There wuz one man who sells stoves who has built a stove as big as a house—­put electric lights in it, to show off its name, and he asks folks to step into the stove, which is a pavilion, to see what he has to sell.

[Illustration:  He asks folks to step into the stove.]

And then one man—­a trunk-maker—­has made a glass trunk as big as a house, and shows off his exhibits there.

And take the thousands and thousands of pavilions and pagodas on every side of you, and every one of ’em filled with thousands and millions of beautiful exhibits, and you can see what a condition your head would be in after a half a day in that buildin’, let alone your legs.

Some think that the German Pavilion is the most notable of any.  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.