The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-05-22

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and too often sinks into a state O
abiect misery and slavery for hin
beside which the condition of the
Russian serf was paradise.
Paris was reached just at nigh
and such a Bable of confusion car
be found nowhere else on the
earth. Turks, Dutchmen, Irish
men, Englishmen and Yankees
seemed each desirous of bowling
the other down, all wanting theil
baggage at the same time and all
unable to get it. Occasionally an
italian OF a Spaniard would chip
in, and the general result bore
close resemblance to the mosaic &C.
count of the original confusion OF
tongues. At last each man and
woman got his, or her own, and
departed though not in peace,
while I having secured at least a
shelter for the night, wandered out
down the Rue de Ia Paix to the
Place Vendome, along the Rue
Rigoi to the glittering won
ders of the Palais Royal which
recall the dreams of the Arabian
nights and the golden caverns
of Alladin. No wonder the French
man clings to Paris, and even
when exiled in foreign land
still looks to her as the Moslem
looks to the tomb Of the Prophet,
OF the Christian to the sepulcher Of
Christ. There is but one Paris
monuments of greatness and glory ;
works Of dazzling beauty and art
have survived the horrors Of the
revolution, the iron heel Of the in
vader, the torch of the petroleuse,
and the savage barbarity Of the
Commune. The blackened walls
and desolate windows other proud
est palace are still a standing
menace of that terrible power
which has inscribed on her trium-
phal arches and her gates ; Llberte,
Egolite, Fraternite. The marks OF
race and grade seem here un-
altered and unalterable, the blouse
of The ouvrier is the same in cut
and color as those which, less than
q hundred years ago, covered the
backs of the red hattalions who
shouted Pour, la Patrie over the
ruins of the Bastille. Go where
you will, the glories Of the dead
Empire overtop and dwarf the
living realizations of the struggling
infant Republic, whose life even
now may possibly be numbered by
days or hours. Whatever you sec
or hear is kingly and royal The
palaces, the squares, the parks, the
fountains, the wonderous works Of
art, even the policemen in the
streets wear their gew gaw orders !;
porters and hackmen bear about
them the ensigns of their trade,
there is no degradation or humllla-
ton about this, for the workman is
as proud Of his blue blouse as the
DUO of the cross of Salnt-Louls, or
the soldier of the Legion of Honor.
The gGttering helmet and breast
plate of the cuirassier, and the
striking uniforms of the different
army corps are distinctive features
in the social landscape Of Paris
which tell of that love of pomp,
parade and display, which finds its
most magnificent exposition under
the shadow Of the throne. Even
while [ write, there is a feeling OF
insecurity and unrest which rum
bles like the low thunder Of a
smothered volcano. Only the other
day, in the very presence of the
soldiers. some workmen shouted
for the Empire and called on their
brethren to join them. The revolt
was instantly suppressed and the
ringleaders at once arrested. But
the episode tells of a power which
is neither dead nor sleeping, but
which watches with keen and sleep
less eyes for the coming OF that
hour when the hope OF vengeance
shall be washed out in blood, and
the dream OF II shall be more than
realized in the glories of the new
revolution. Still Paris was never
more gay than at present. The
true Frenchman chants his lively
carol from the Opera-Boufe as he
strolls through the Champs-Elysees
or down Rue des ltaliens. The
cafes chantants, the theatres and
public gardens are nightly thronged
with visitors. The threat that