The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-07-07
THE DAILY EVENING TELEGRAPn-PH1 PHILADELPHIA,

of four tons from entering the Cite Dore, and
requiring all horses to move at a walking
pace, the object of which is to save the
rickety houses from being shaken down.
"You have heard,' remarks NJ. Privat
d'Angemont, "of the huts Of the Caribees,
of the aioupes of the Maroons, of the Indian
wipwam, and the Tartar tent; we'll all these
must be like palaces in comparison with
the novels of the Cite Dor6. And yet this
region, which would cause an inhabtant of the
ChaussGe d. Antin to shudder-this town within
q town-these people lost in the midst of an
other people, are only couple of steps from
the Orleans railway, within a stones throw of
the mandatory of the GObelins, and ten min
utes' walk from the Jardin des Plantes."
The houses of the Cite Dor6 are ill-built
and of the himsiest kind; the chimneys,
formed of drainage pipes, are loosely fixed
which are now and then of tin, because old
tin is the one thing which has no mar
ketable value at the chitlonniers' exchange
are rarely supplied with cutters, and access to
the upper floors, when there happens to be
any, is usually by means of a step-adder in
the yard beneath; the lower windows are little
else than small square holes, and the rckety
doors would yield to a sudden push. We
have to pick our way cautiously, for the cite,
although it has its miniature "place," its
streets and its avenues, Oncluding even an
Avenue Bellevue, which looks, | should say,
on as much filth and misery as ever were con
gregated within the same limited space,) its
cabsrets, its hotels garnis, where beds are let
out at four sous the day or night, its blind
alleys, and its long flights OF steep, breaknecll
steps this cite of more than a hundred
houses, and with population as large as
any small town, is lighted 10y a single gas lamp
at either end, with an occasional lamp at some
of its darkest corners. There is a foul gutter
in the middle of the roadway, and any amount
of slush and filth, and refuse of all kinds, at
the sides. The place appears quite deserted:
the inhabitants seem all to have retired for
the night, for not a soul is to be seen moving
about, and not even q light is visible in any
one Of the windows, although it is not more
than IL o'clock. We explored the cite from
one end to the other with perfect immunity,
and were about to take our departure
when we observed a light over the door of
some low cabaret situated at the end of blind
alley, and heard the sound of loud voices
within. Peeping through a crevioe in the
shutters, we saw half a dozen grimy, ill-lOok-
ing men seated at table, four OF whom
were engaged ia game OF piquet On trying
the door We found it fastened, but it was
speedily opened, and we all entered. The
quality Of our guides was evidently instantly
discovered, tor the landlord at once pulled of
his cap and bowed, and all the company, lay
ing down their cards, saluted us, and then
eyed the agents askance, as though waiting
to see what the next move would be-
When they found that it was simrly
question Ga preteuse) of 'liquoring up
they were mauitesty more at their ease.
The landlord suggested as endless variety
Of strong drinks as any frst-rate American bar
could boast of, including the liqueur des
braves, the petit lait dHenri quatre dCces
des danes, aud eau-de-vie, or rather eau-de-
teu in the velnacular of the locality, under its
various designations Of jaune, campfire, tord-
boyaux, casse poitrine, or partait amour-this
latter nectar itself to the palate of "Cupidon," ;"
as in slang language the chiGonnier is com
monty termed, while his basket then goes by
the name of his quiver. The sign of cabaret
was "The Two Philosophers in spite of them
selves,' illustrated by rude painting of
couple of chiilonniers getting comfortably in
toxicated.-LdU IfaU Gazette.