The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-03-03
From the Dasssrreotyps.

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by projecting houses; stream OF human be-
ings was perpetually pouring along the
winding "Rue du Faubourg Poissoniere,
but the Passage Violet was as still and as
a desert island. Even the summer sun,
which in Paris is so Prodigal and benehcent,
would not have much to do with the Pas
sage Violet; it paid US a short half hours
visit in the morning, about the same time
as the old-clothes man; and the organ
grinder, and was then seen no more during
the whole day. But the visit was wei
come end; if was sitting at breakfast.
and the first ray fell upon my book
or my paper. it Immediately dispelled
"the blues" which had cast their shadows,
reflected from the dark buildings around,
over my soul. / opened the window. look
ed across TO my old friend and neighbor
Venedey, who there indited his brilliant
Correspondence" for several Of the Ger
man papers, and prepared to 90 out. Ia
the meantime the organ droned forth its
tones the old ballad-singer
coughed and began with loud voice, "Le
Dieu des bons gems:
ii est IN Dieu; devant lui je m incline,
Pauvre ct content, sans lui demander rien,
De Punivers observant la mochine,
J'y vols du NAL, ct n'aime que bien.
Every day heard the same song, and still
loved to hear it. thought Of him who
wrote it, Beranger. What blessing for
a nation to possess poet who speaks to all
classes Of the community, who invites the
poorest and the meanest to the feast which
he prepares, feast for the enjoyment Of
which one thing only is needed, human
heart. And blessed is the poet who speaks
especially to the poor, and tells them, that
for them too life still has hope and Joy;
who encourages the heavily laden TO bear
their burden cheerfully. Beranger, thought
|, thy world is but narrow one, but it is
beautiful; thy song is but little one, and,
like the Alpine horn, has but few notes;
but they are clear and pure, and are equally
well adapted to the dance and to the battle
field; they can chant the glory Of the en-
peror or sing the charms Of Lisette. Ber-
anger, out Of France thou art but little
understood; thou art, like champagne, Of
exclusively French growth; but here, where
all men sing thy songs, the porter and the
Pensioner, the STUDENT and the grisette-here
one learns TO know and to love thee.
Such thoughts frequently came across
me, while the organ was playing in the
court; and the other inhabitants Of the
Passage Violet seemed to feel the influence
Of Beranger no less than myself. The
tailor's apprentices who were at work in
the basement joined in the chorus, and the
little grisette who sewed in the attic Of the
opposite house wrapped sous in large
piece Of white paper and threw it at the
old ballad-singer.
One morning, while / was under the
benign influence Of the sunshine, the "Dieu
des bons gems" and my breakfast, Venedey
entered my room, and asked If l would
accompany him to pay visit to Beranger,
at Passy. Bersnger in his cottage a far
more pleasant sight than Vigor Hugo in
the chamber Of peers, and heartily thank
ed my friend for his offer. At Paris it is a
singular piece Of good fortune to be able to
make the acquaintance Of any one who
enjoys the celebrity OF Beranger. For as
every travelling Englishman and German
endeavors to force an entrance into the
company of celebrated men, they have
been obliged to deny themselves to stran-
gers altogether. Victor Hugo lives within
triple, imPregnable walls; Lamenais gives
cards Of admission (laissz passer) to his
friends; and it is so difficult 10 gain admit.
lance to the presence of George Sand, that
French writer, who wished to see the
auihoress Of Leila, was obliged to diguise
himself as a chimney-sweeper.
1t was on beautiful morning that We
passed along the Boulevards on our way to
Passy. In front Of the coffee-houses fash
ionable young men slipped their coffee;
carriages and wagons rolled by and be-
tween them, like some strange monsters;
huge omnibusses painted in the most glaring
colors troops Of soldiers passed along with
drums beating. tri-color flags Auttering, and
bayonets glittering in the sun; pedestrian
tradesmen proclaimed aloud the wares
which they had for sale; peasant girls
offered their freshest boquets; dess makers
tripped along with their jaPanned band
boxes, and old gentlemen led their sick
Poodles, for walk, by red ribands. We
passed through the gardens Of the Tuilleries,
where the orange blossoms scented the air,
and all the children Of Paris appeared to
be pursuing their sports. The white marble
statues stood out in bold relief from the
dark foliage Of the chesnuts, and the foun-
tains gushed, and seemed to whisper that
they had enough to do to wash out all the
blood which had flowed upon the spot.
Thus we reached the Champs Elysees,
the green wood within the walls of Paris,
whose avenues are thronged by bearded
horsemen and amazons in long flowing
habits Once without the walls Of Paris,
We soon reached Passy, which is built on
the side Of gentle declivity; it wears the
appearance of poorer faubourg, and has
small houses and narrow ill-paved streets.
The best thing which Passy possesses is the
view Of the immense "Champ de Mars"
which stretches along on the opposite bank
Of the Seine.
We stopped at one Of the small houses,
and knocked at a door which was on
level with the street. Several voices babe
US enter, and we soon stood within a small
cheerful room. through the open windows
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