REMARKABLE STORY OF A PAIR OF TROUSERS.

Westport Times, Volume VI, Issue 961, 12 April 1872, Page 3

REMARKABLE STORY OF A PAIR OF TROUSERS.

A Paris correspondent relates the following amusing story of a journalist:— "W"hen,a young man he was sent to Borne to record some passing event as a special correspondent. He had scarcely reached the Eternal City when lie fell into the arms of an old friend, who at once took him and introduced him to a certain cKarming Italian princess. She was that night giving a grand hall at her palace. She could only give him a single word and an invitation. Delighted at so quickly getting amongst the best Roman society, he was not a little depressed at being asked by his friends if he had the under-garment, tight-fitting black pantaloons—worn in evening dress in Italy. He had only the ordinary evening dress of an English or Erench gentleman. But though time pressed, he found a tailor who, for a consideration, transformed his Erench garment into the conventional Italian shape. At ten at night it was brought to his hotel, and rapidly arraying himself our young Frenchman went to the ball. He was introduced to pleasant partners. The music was delightful, in the second waltz, however, he felt as if seventeen thousand demons were tearing the calves of his legs. In all modesty be it said that the Roman tailor had left multitudinous living tbinga in the inner seams, and witheut taking time to crush them had turned the pantaloons right side out. The unhappy Frenchman could stand it no longer. He formed a plan, and when the next fast dance commenced stole out on the balcony* through one of the curtained windows, and moving to the «pd suddenly whipped off the unmentionables, turned them inside out, and began to beat them against the marble balustrade. Unfortunately, in his haste and confusion, he displayed too much energy. The garment of torture Scaped his hand and went flying into the street. Two young piffirari thought it a gift thrown them from Jn upper window, seized it, and heedless of the Frenchman's violent pantomime—he was afraid to speak—made °ff with the luckless article of clothing, what was to be done ? The situation *as frightful. Even the dance was sow over, and cavaliers were beginning

to lead their partners out into the fresh air of the balcony. He looked up ;it was evident that the sky could not be reached. He looked down; nothing could save him if he jumped from such a height. How on earth was he to enter at the window and cross that room full of elegantly dressed people to the door at the other side; and yet it must be done. Our agile Frenchman came to one of the windows, stooped down to an almost sitting position, pulled his inner garment over his knees, and amid little screams from the ladies and shouts of laughter from the men, went hopping like a frog across the room. He almost flew clown the stairs, and saved himself from the astonished servants by a rush through the hall. It is needless to say he left Borne the next morning, and has never since been seen in the Eternal City.