The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1878-05-18
For The Cecil Wing.
BROADBRIM'S LETTER FROM PARIS.

bhUADDhIH'S LEI len FROM fAklS.
DEPARTURE FROM LoNDoN-ARRIvAL IN
PARIs-How THE CITY LOOKS BEFORE
THE OPENING-THE GRAND EXPOSITION
CHAMPS ELYsEE-HIsTORY OF THE
CHAMPS DE MARs-ExPERIENCE AT
PARIS RESTAURANT.
Seventeen and six pence you owe for
hextra luggage" said the porter of the
Golden Cross Hotel, as he deposited my
trunk from his head beside the baggage
car of the train on which / was about to
start for Paris; "that's wot they charges
you, and they won't take no ess-four dol
lars and a half!'' "You don't mean it,
said l, almost white with rage. THAT'S
wot they axes" he quietly replied; "we
knows hits imposition, but they got US
on the ip, and we kant clip Yourselves, you
know: and besides you remember that you
wouldn't like to carry it to Paris yourself
for seventeen and six pence hall the way"
paid the bill because, as my friend sagely
remarked, there was no help for it, and got
in just as the train was starting.
The run down to Folkston was made in
a couple of hours, passing Chisselhurst on
the way where the ex-Empress Eugenia
and her son reside, and also where repose
the ashes of the late unfortunate Emperor
of France. A dirty little steamer, with
meager accommodations for about thirty or
forty, was the floating prison of over three
hundred miserable tourists whose tickets
were labeled first class, but it struck me as
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piled with baggage. and every nook wbere
YOU could stow a passenger was ornamepted
with blue nose tourist, who shivered and
shook in the chill, damp sea air, from which
there was no shelter and no escape, and
who undoubtedly wished himself in Teri.
cho, before ever he had been fool enough
to leave his own comfortable home to wan.
der in foreign parts Boulogne sur Mer
was reached after two uncom Portable hours
and at once you realized that YOU are in a
foreign land. Every thing is different from
what Won have been used to: the peonle
are different, the houses are different. non
derous carts. driven by women. roll along
the streets. and lubberly looking craft. FIRST
cousins to Noah's ark, lie alongside the
wharf or are anchored in the stream, Here
Won see woman in her lowest and most mis-.
erable estate. AZ far as the labor of nov.
ertv can make her. she is coarse hard faat.
nred. and hard handed. The distinctive
lines between her and the man seem to no
comnlete}v blotted ont. She labors beside
him an tbe highway and in the field and
foo often sinks into a state of ah;ect n,;soru
md slaverv for him beside which tha 49,.
d;,;on of tb. Rnssian sarf ras narad;sa
par;s w.s Reached inst at n;.bt ord sroh
a Rabel Of confusion can he f,nnd no where
else in the earth. Turks. Dutcbmen. Irisbmen
Enplishmep and Yankees. seemed each de.
sirons of bowling the other down all want
inc their bapoage at the same time and all
unable to GET #. Occasionally an Italian
ar a Snaniard would chin in. and the uen-
eral result bore a close resemblance to the
Mosaic .ccount of tho ORIGINAL confusion
Of tongras At last each man and vonon
got his ar her own and denarted thonob
not in neace while 7 HAVING securad at
least a shelter for the night. Wandered ont
down the Rne de Ia Paix to the MACE Ven
dome along the Rne RivoIi tn the olittering
wonders of the Palais ROYAL which racaii
the dreams of the Arabian Nights and tn,
golden csverus of Aladdin. No wonder
the Frenchman clings to Paris, and even
when exiled in a foreign land still looks to
her rs the Moslem looks TO the tomb of the
Pronhet or the Christian to the sennlcbre
of Christ There is Int one ParisLmonu-
mepts of greatness and glory: works of
dazzling beauty and art have survived the
horrors of the revolution. the iron heel of
the invader the torch of the petroleuse.
and the savage barbarity of the Commune.
The blackened walls and desolate windows
of her proudest palace are still a standing
menace of that terrible power which has
inscribed on her triumphal arches and her
gates: LiJerte, Eqalite, FTaternite. The
marks of race and grade seem here mail
tered aud unalterable, the blouse of the
ouvrier is the same in cut and color as those
which. less than hundred wears ago. COW
cred the backs of the red battalions who
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 NAV posi-
bly, be numbered by days or hours. What
ever you see or hear is kingly and royal.
The palaces, the squares, the parks, the
fountains, the wondrous 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 humiliation
aoouI .nis, ior .ne w. nl Is as Prouu of