New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1876-02-19
LIFE IN PARIS.
HOUSSAYE.

IrRoM A REGULAR CORRESPONDENT or THE TRIBUSEl
PARIS, JAN 27.-Yesterday my physician came for
me- to show me horrible and touching picture OF
Partisan life | would call it tabeau vivant but
it was picture Of death. We went to the Rue de
Longchamps near that ancient close where the Duke
of Montpensier has his palace, and where
twenty years ago whole republic of bcggars had
right of asylum. In vain have these poor creatures
been turned out over and again there still re-
main several families Of them in the neighborh0od
NV doctor took me to howell in ruins, inhabited by
three starving familes-a desolation of dcsolations
One felt, on seeing there half-ezen shyering and
almost naked children, like tearing ones cloak in
two like the glorious st. Martin. Why was not the
Arch of Triumph OF the Porte st. Martin dedicated
to him instead of Louis XIV
In the third story, in a little chamber with bare
walls. on a wretched pallet of straw, saw young
woman hardly dressed who had died an hour before
She was very beautiful in her pallor. Her black
hair vailed her BOSOM a vague smile wandered over
her lips. Death is always gentle, even to suicides
The pan Of charcoal, not yet entirely extingnshed
showed how the young woman had accomplished
her death To make sure she had fastened her
dress over a broken pane in the window. A letter
on the mantelpiece revealed the last thoughts OF
the poor creature.
my death, this letter will tell you why die. You
abandoned me to follow that girl who has been the
cause Of all our unhappness. thought you bad for
gotten me, and ~ forgot myself. But the man to
whom went has been my punishment. Ii was not
my fault. had nothing, and could only earn by
WORKING for the Bon Mdrchf fifteen or eighteen
sous n day--harily enough to pay for my ROOM /
was always thinking of You. lived only in tears.
When your letter came it was like a stab What!
You loved me still and had betrayed You! am
not worthy of you, and so 1 do justice To myself.
When you hear that am dead, yoE will pardon me.
Now will light my charcoal. Ny head swims.
will 90 TO bed and pray for ycd. If You >"
There was no signature. The unhappy woman
had only time to fall back on the pallet where we
found her. One of the women of the house ex-
paincd the letter to us. The dead womans hus-
band n wood engraver had left her after six months
Of marriage during which time they had seemed 10
live happily together. He went away with BARNARD,
on pretense of setting mp brewery IN Flanders.
The deserted wife fcll also into evil courses. But
one dav she received repentant letter from her hus-
hand in which le called her his dear little wife, and
announced his return for the next day. 1hs letter
we also saw. This is the concluding portion of it
My dear lttle wife, do not know where my eyes
were. for there is not your equal anywhere for
be to Won to make you forget my treasons. l have
been doing some work here, and have some pennies
10 bring back TO you, to pay your rent and buy
new dress"
Poor woman." said one of the gossips who was
there: d" she has 10 rcnt to pay now, and the only
dre,, she needs is a shroud, and have brought that
for her WoulI you believe it, gentlemen, when she
saw from that letter that her husband thought she
WIS still good she broke down crying. and said she
wanted 10 die! We told her she was crazy. and she
promised 10 vat for him. But she lighted the char
coal after we were gone. There wouldn't be many
women in the world if they were all Ike that she
added with cheerful philosophy.
This abandonment of wOmen is an everyday
story. The misery of workngwomen without
work. this stoical devotion of starving mothers,
ousht to open the eyes OF legislators who imagine
themselves philan,hropists. In London there are
asylnns for those who have no work and no bread ;
but at Paris the only refugees vice or the Morgue.
Chamfort said. "Man makes the woman and
woman makes the man over again" lie wanted to
utter truth aud a wtticism at once. Let lis con-
tine ourselves to the truth and say, Man makes
woman, especially in revolutionary times Man
should bear the faults of woman" During the Com
muue It was remarked that the bloodthrsty and
drunken women were more repuslye thah theu
male companions Of crime and Orgle. God has en-
lowed woman with the farcst privileges. II is she
who gives her image to the most beautiful symbols
OF yirtuc-Gracc Faith, and Charity. This IS the
reason why when we see woman rejecting her chaste
destiny We suffer and are indignant But we must
not forget that society sometimes negleots its duty
toward this imperfccty emancipated slave. All the
rich ought 10 have in their closets engraving Of the
Poor Family ot PruThon. those starving wretchcs
whose only hope is in death. The great problems of
notifies cannot be solved by takers who have never
brcahcd the air Of workshop. Their solution lies
in this simple idea, the daily bread of body and
soul through labor and through love-"
But this Labor never will become attractive unless
the family sentiment of the family resumes its
power Grogshops should be vigorously shut on
Mondays. The labOrcr begins the week too badly 10
hone 10 end il we'll Since he no longer recognizes
the Church. nor knows anything Of the Bbc-slnce
he makes it his pride to be buried like dog, his
home is nothing but den, from which his daughter
ESCAPES with terror as soon she is sixteen years
old and from which the son naturally passes 10 the
prison If La Roquette. The house is a hell, where
the husband beats the wife OH the days when they
are not spreeing together. That the education OF
such a household might be complete, the satanic
newspaper has appeared The worst OF CRIMINALS
is the journalist who takes charge OF Souls
without any call thereto, and who scatt"rs
abroad pestent crop of lies. He always breaches
atheism He takes from those who have nothing on
earth. the idea of heaven. He commands them to
leave hope behind, here and hereafter. Religion,
even if il has nothing TO 10 with government i'm
presses on the hear respect for law. 1t is the dignity
of the poor man, the humility of the rich. Out of
the Church there is no social salvation. What il
.lo ,,-tI out I'd
her children sick in the cradle, her husband at the
wincshopi Once she could look to God for help or
resignation Now she is all alone. The sentiment OF
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