St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1880-01-30

ture of IFS kind in the world. 1t was
begun by Napoleon I. to commemorate
his victories, but Louis Philippe CON-
pleted it in 1886. A similar but much
smaller arch is in the court of the Tuil-
cries, and the Luxor obelisk of red
granite from Egypt and the column
Juliet which marks the site of the Bas-
tile are both noteworthy monuments.
From the Tour Saint Jacques we survey
the broad exterior of the city in the
great market, the best appointed and
most spacious in Europe, we see the
splendid array Of materials for the cuis-
sine of two millions of people; in Pere
LIE Chalse we are among the crowded
tenantry of the city of the dead.
Nor would the merest outline of the
sights of Paris be complete without
mention of the Industrial Exhibition
building of 1855-now partitioned into
stalls and rented by shop-keepers,-of
the immense structure for the Exposi-
ton OF last year-nOw empty and de-
serted of the Hotel des Invalides. or
hospital for infirm soldiers, with the
magnificent tomb of Napoleon in its
chapel, of the National Library whose
three million volumes placed side by
side would form row of books thirty
miles long, and whose coins and medals
number two hundred thousand, and of
the extensive collections of natural his
tory and the geological and botanical
gardens. The eye tires as it beholds,
and the memory staggers as it attempts
to carry away distinct impressions of a
few of the countless objects in these
museums.
The time of our allotted sojourn flies
quickly past, and on a sharp, frosty
October morning, the harbinger of a
severe winter, we are whirled out of the
great French metropolis. 1t grows
warmer as we near the channel, and
frequent showers patter on the rail-
barely time for cup of coffee, at Cal
ais in the miserable and crowded re-
treshment-roOm, neither time nor space
nor inclination to eat, on the Dover
boat only longing for the other shore,
and after two hours more of railway
travel we are, at early lamplighting for
any other place, set down in London.
1t seems good to see familiar houses,
rooms and faces.
In this mighty Babel we tarry long
enough to visit few objects of interest
not seen before the Dore Gallery, the
Prince Albert Memorial, and the mann
mouth Hall opposite,-gO through the
Houses of Parliament, and have last
fond, lingering glance at the treasures
of that saintliest of all insanity church
es, and that superbest of sepulchres,
Westminster Abbey. 1t is a gem of
architecture. One gazes Oh it with
satisfaction after having seen the most
costly and admired sanctualies of the
continent, but yet he feels under its
daIksomeness that it is fit only for bur
ial and for silent prayer. 1t is a suita-
BILE place for the end of sightseeing. A
quiet, restful Sabbath and two or three
days following are spent with friends in
the west of England. Then, at the gate
way of the sea, we've two, who have
had these months of unalloyed enjoy
ment together, and whose thousands of
miles of jOurneying have been without
an accident or the slightest detention
part company ;-one to return to the
young faces that had haunted us all the
way with the yearnings of love, and the
other to CLEAN such farther sheaves in
these Old-World harvest fields as may
serve some good purpose in the work
of the years beyond. May the sea be
tender of the precious freight that the
good steamer Spain carries, and 'may
the Lord" who has so kindly dealt with
us, ''watch between me and thee.n