The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1879-11-15


us, Charles Dickens. Here he lies,
golden dustman;" but the world which
ne created lives. his people move about
It's streets and lanes and houses, and SO
Will move when our worlds have
crumbled round us, and like the insect
silken-workers we sleep forever in the
web ourselves have woven.
II
Above the Seine food 4 huge dome
rises; its gilded glory risaliing the sun.
Towers and steeples encompass it, but
ito'ertops them all. It crowns building
sacred to the soldiers and citizens Of
France tbe Invalides. Enter garden
rich In flowers, ascend fight Of iiteps
and stand in the rotunda The grandeur
and majesty Of marble is about you; but
one object claims attention to the elsclu-
sion of all other. Approach the circular
opening beneath the centre Of the dome
and gaze down into the galleried vault
below. Twelve lamps throw their sub
dued light upon the coffin shaped granite
which guards The dust Of the first
Nspoleon. His battle fags, with tar
nished eagles, moulder with him.
Statues Of peace and progress stand on
either side like silent senfinels, and
figures of victory laurel crowned. watch
at his head and feet. Even as HIS great
opponent Wellington sleeps beneath the
the towering dome of st. Paulss, so
sleeps he beneath this dome in accord
ance with his words: II desire that my
body may repose upon the banks of the
Seine, among the French people whom I
loved so we'll But what q difference
between the tombsi In the dark crypt
g. 81 %. fau. 5, Win eyes painea py the
nieAefing iieht, we iooA upon 2 Pohaer.
GUS anneiai caf, Win st4pie pinmes ana
al dlsmai fappIngs q Isasy graeI ana
woe, Neinng1o9 anu Ne.son rest N
uarAless anu We hurry glaaly 20 tne up
per ar Napoieoh mas Tue slniagns piay-
ing L apoNe MN, aLa ,ne agnt OF lamps
peioH seems IKE noiy oHerang, slgnin-
can't OF the nre still burning ior alm IN
ms countrys 9 heart. In i,ere La CHaase,
the next spot we VISIT, the same dliier-
ence Is nouceapie. Enelsnu - heasy N N
al th,ngs, rom ner aihneIs 0 her
nausoieuMs. Westininistsr hpoey 10
tne gfoan OF lne nslng VINO nave met
with 1rreparable loss; fere La Cfidsse Is
the song with wnich the soul Is weicomed
20 realms OF Ignt. Inc music oI inc :
Guy reaches y, put not Hs no,se aaa
pus.,e. Inc SKY - .ts Fooi, anu p[le1' zl /,
nuea mowers ifinge lts walks. I.acn
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a ~ snu every Visi1or carries tfftn,OItetess
70 iay upon the soo. Inc cnapei s1anas
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= sacred e 1ne gus, q sne peca,lsi
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OF iailen leal upon ". AsK VINO fest
mere unrecorded. and she old SOLDIER &c
| companylng you Will answer, Mafsna
Ney. Approacn the central space; ~
ralis enclose 2 piock OF pure Wnit
sfpls Ss on $ Thsa od sTo sss h ss Saasbss pe
space around and YOU viii find no nee,
Of question here-it is the tomb O
Abelard and Heloise. But here too. i
| all this peaceful beauty-this SPOT whicl
speaks OF sweet sleep, of pleasant dream
and happy wakening has its ugly side
| even as the red beneath the Seine
white wave. On the outskirts of th
cemetery the cannon ball has ploughe
the ground, for here the Communist
broken stones and monuments. ther
coffins protrude their decayine WOO
through the earth. and bones and skull
lie all around you. GhastIy picture--ye
tvping France herself.
And now again to England: throur
rows of emerald hedges. we approach I'd
quaint old town the Avon waters. Re
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