Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-07-03
Gle Social Uirfle.
Written for the Green Mountain freeman.
4 Day Spent in Paris.

Pere la Chaire is the Mount Auburn or
Greenwood of Paris tho silent and beauti
full city OF the dead, as they call their ceme-
teries 10 the East. The broad hillside upon
which it is built commands fine view Of
Paris, and is wood of small trees laid out
in sylvan alleys and paths, and crowded with
tombs and monuments in all directions. The
stones raised above the departed who lie here
in dreamless sleep are of u character to ex-
cite now smile, now tear in the passer-by.
Here in the richer and more favored portions
Of the grounds are the most fantastic and af-
fected shows Of style; while in the more
humble and less costly divisions, simpler feel
ings are deliniated. After reading some of
the elaborate inscriptions, where a mans
pedigree and knightly honors were engraven
in golden letters, an inscription in an humble
path struck me with peculiar force. 1t was
simple, but how expressive! 1t said only
" Little Nellie" How young she must have
been, how loved, how mourped. My compan-
ion seeing that was struck with the elegant
simplicity Of the scene, said; "Them is a
sad story connected with the death Of Little
Nellie Sit down here and | will relate it,
gladly assented, and we seated ourselves
beneath one Of the shade trees, and will
give the story in her own words. "a short
distance from this city PARIS is situated the
country-scat OF my uncle, the Due de P.
The mansion is surrounded by beautiful
park laid out with all the righteousness which
wealth aud refined taste could suggest 1t
was Of the gothic style of architecture, sur
rounded as is usual in the most elegant of
these buildings, by yerandahs leading out by
glass doors from the main rooms of the house.
In front the land gradually descended for the
distance of few rods, whilo the carriage
road and gravel walk arc shaded by grand
old trees whose tops are interviewer forming
an arch above My uncle's family consisted
of himself wife, and little Nellie, an adopted
daughter, the life and light Of the house
hold. At this time, she was three years old !;
and as bright-eyed, goden-haired a little
fairy, as ever tripped the Boulevard. IT was
just three years ago to-day that was visit
lug at my uucle's, when friend of mine,
Harry Ii, came out from Paris to see
me. In the afternoon we went out in the
park for stroll. As we passed down the
gravel-walk, we heard the soft voice Of Nellie
call from the yerandah-' ma'nt | 60 too,
cousin Minnie Yes, | answered get
your hat and come.
She disappeared, and soon came dancing
down the walk towards me. As she reached
us, she dropped bashful courtesy to Harry,
then placed her hand in mine and walked
along in silence, plucking the blue iorget-mc-
nots which grew by the way, and looked up
SO smilingly into her blue eyes, as if they
saw q sister flower there. Suddenly she look
ed up and said, Minnie, is Harry your
cousin No, darling; why do you ask
said l. Oh, nothing, only just now heard
him ask you II you kneao any one scho toced
you as nell as do. You said no; and he
said he did better, and thought if he loved