The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-06-29

lsh, but this is not enough to the pleasure OF
and thoroughly enjoyable entertainment.
Whoever has in charge the arrangement OF MS
stage has very properly understood and provided
for the natural desire an audience would have to
see as we'll as hear the author of so many charming
books Quite an extensive frame has, therefore,
been erected over the place where he stands which
looks like one of those huge sign-boards, with
which travellers are familiar, bearing the words,
"Railway crossing-Look out for the cars p Be-
hind this are numerous lights throwing broad
glare of brightness on the readers slender form.
The marrng traces of years have spared his cheer
full face but not his shining SKULL which CLEANS per-
severingly through hazy veil of faded hair like
full moon through misty cloud. The American
ladies (?) who attacked Mr.. Dickens unfortunate
head for capillary mementoes on the occasion of his
visit to their country long ago, have grown wiser,
it is hoped, with passing time and would not be SO
camerous again most likely. Still, such as might
attempt the i" shearing game" at this late day,
should Dickens give them opportunity, are hereby
warned that they destined to find but barren
field for operations the bald crown of the great
novelist The face of Mrs. Gen. Lander ('aee Miss
Davenport, our American actress, was one among
few familiar ones that greeted pleasantly In
the audience.
But here we are, finally, in the great centre Of
European splendor luxury, and dissipation. And
this is Paris! There is certain charm in the very
name, and fascination in the very air. Around and
about us are accumulated from a worlds resources
all that is richest in art farest in nature and grand
est, gayest and most gitterng in human existence.
Something in it's graceful architecture, In the daz
cling brlliancy of it's shop windows, in the elegant
costumes of its joyous population, in the happy
faces and neat attire of its humblest citizens
in it's noble monuments that tower on every side,
in it's gilded cafes, it's blooming gardens its gush
ing fountains, in the luxuriance of its numerous
parks, in it's broad breezy promenades, the strange
ly clear, un-English sky above and the smooth,
clean pavements beow-something in all this might
tell us where we were even if we had not, two
weeks since, looked down upon the huge citys con-
spicuous Arc de Iionaphe from our western APP
proach, and hearf .he whisper, gladly spoken by
French lips beside us: Nous 0iola q Paris Nous
viola q Paris!
At the Grand Hotel, whittier every American
traveller first bends his steps, in spite of many
warnings, we found fair array of pilgrims from
"the land of the free, etc., and among them seve-
raj familiar Chicago faces. Judge Dickey, B. +.
Carver, ESQ.,, J. A. Lewis, Esq., formerly statoner
l. G. R. R. Col. Bowen, commissioner young
Mr. Cobb (son of S. B. Cobb, ESQ., and young
Mr. Newell, (son of Judge Newell,) were among
the first to meet us with friendly smile. The
sound of mother tongue-and, by the way, dis
tinguished Russians whom we have met, call it al
ways " the American language" and never " Eng
lish'-echoing through the vast court of this
grandest of grand Partisan taverns, had CRATE
full, welcome sound in dusty ears, after the ba-
bel of fast flowing French through which we had
Just passed in beautiful Normandy. But we al
lowed ourselves this enjoyment for brief space
only, and now the inquirng friend need seek us no