Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-17
A GLIMPSE OF PARIS.
Viewing the Gay French Capital From
the Hill Of MOntmartre.
THINGS FOREIGNERS DO NOT SgB.
A Frenehman's Love for the Bright and
Busting BOulevards.
ANGLOMANIA AMONG THE FRENCH

| CORRESPONDENCE OF THE DIsPArcHI
PARIS, November 6.-Tne town, which
during SIX months past has been invaded BY
foreigners, will soon be itself again then
Parisians and others living within the city
walls will be '.chez eux," as usual. The
boulevards, the theaters, the Gales and res
taurants, the Bois de Boulogne, have not
belonged to ''us Parisians'' for long
while. Of course. this city is always a
charming place, no matter what may be the
state OF barometer or thermometer, or who
its guests; but the Sver-abundance Of per-
sons from abroad, and especially from the
provinces, have made it much less agree
able this past summer than have ever be-
fore known it. There is, however, some
thing to boast of even in this invasion.
London, twice as big in circumference and
population, has its season; but the mighty
metropolis has never vet succeeded in at
tracting the whole of Europe; and though
Anglomania is one of the deeply rooted pas
sions of true Parisians, and even Of the
French themselves. that mania has its lin
its. The ''dudes'' Of Paris high lie are
quite willing to copy the English ''masher''
as to fashions and dress in English clothes;
they will talk the slang of the turf and tell
you about dogs and yachts; but the most
that any OF them will ever do in the way of
visiting old England is to cross the channel
and stay in London for day or two, search
ing for fogs during Derby week, and all
that sort of thing,
On the other hand English people make
il sort of religious faith to hurry over here
and spend among their traditional enemies
as much time as possible and considerable
money. All the holidays that they can
steal from shops, counting rooms and arms
are spent in Paris. Willingly they abandon
their much-boasted-of com ortable homes for
what they call the discomfort of French ho-
tells; and since last Grand Prix day good
people from the other side of the "silVery
streak" have been in the boulevards and in
the Champs ElYsees BY hundreds of thou
sands. They are, however, by no means the
only foreigners who dropped into the capital
during the summer, for even the natives Of
most distant countries have hOeked here in
constantly increasing throngs. Reactionary
papers are forever crying out that hatred of
France is the order of the day all over the
world since France became a Republic.
Beware" they cry, ''for Europe has her
eye on us. Europe hates u.s. We are being
outlawed by the other natisns of the Conti-
nent," and all that sort of nonsense. Europe
and the rest of the world has bad . strange
way Of showing hatred and suspicion Of
France and French manners during the
past six months doubt if in the palmiest
days of the imperial and monarchical
regimes there was anything like the Paris
lite and Partisan pleasures such as have
been drawing strangers in such numerous
throngs to the gay capital during the third
Republic.
SIGHTS NOT SEEN.
The only trouble has been that most Of
the foreigners have seen so very little Of the
capital. Few, comparatively speaking.
went to the top Of the Eiffel Tower, and no
wonder, for it Is by no means agreeable to
have to stand in line two or three hours be-
fore an elevator is reached that takes pas
sengers to the various platforms Why,
too, did they not 60 in cabs to the foot Of the
hill Of Montmartre, and thence walk to the
summit Of that steep declivity whence they
would have had as fine view as is posi-
BILE from the tower ITSELF
I am tempted to fart an en- parenthesis in
the way Of history of the famous Mons
Martyrium, or rather should say, Of the
the immense quarries which have existed in
its flank from days immemorial, but there
is hardly time for that now, so let rs tackle
the hill itself and have our view while the
the full light is on. The hill of Montmartre
NAV be likened to an enormous boulder
dropped down in the midst Of the plain on
which Paris stands, and it is, so to speak, a
little city of its own apart from the great
capital which surrounds it, town that has
local usages, customs and privileges. Your
Montmartalois does not live nor look at
things the same as the Partisan of the Boule-
ward. AS the the air up there is keener so
are the ideas of the natives freer and wider.
Paris is an ocean-an intellectual ocean-a
vast sea, into which nothing can be cast
without everything being moved, and seen
from the top of Montmartre it presents the
aspect of material ocean where, through
the mist, stately ships appear-ships with
hulls Of granite, with. marble columns for
masts and with gold domes for sails-to lie
at anchor and form the fine architectural
buildings that face broad streets and ave-
nues.
1t is indeed grand and suggestive spec
tacle that this great city presents when
viewed from one Of the pinnacles of Mont
martre, as for instance that Of the Moulin
de Ia Galette. The day is fine and our eyes
arc dot'uAoASu az buc oABut VI ~ mum
grandeur stretching over vast expanse
from the eastern to the western horizon, and
we cannot help wondering at the number of
monuments and the incessant display of |
human activity and genius. Our imagina-
tion, mounting the winged steed of MEM |
ory, carries rs back in spite of ourselves to /
the past, to the days Of those centuries that |
are now long vanished. Time was when 1
nothing of what we now see existed. Where \
to-day throbs the heart OF nation, where
breathes one of the souls of the world, was
a marshy plain covered with dense forests,
and this massive rock with yonder winding |
river, almost at its very foot, are the only
witnesses Of that long ago which now re-
main. Standieg on the top of this high
summit, we can quite appreciate the great
love which the Emperor Julian had for his
Lutece; and, looking up into the pure blue
sky or gazing over the beautiful environs,
we can easily understand ourselves why the
town is such favorite place for all for
eigners.
Poor Montmartrel The march Of eiyiliza-
tion is. however, spelling it every day; un-
der the pretense Of municipal embellish-
ments its narrow, crooked streets and steep
lanes are becoming commonplace thorough
fares. Smoky lamps that for ages blazed
with oil only are giving way TO gas, and
electricity is already established on the hill,
so that those who are building the mighty
church of the Sacred Heart may see to work
at nighttime. We miss romantic tumble
down houses that were here two or three Z