The Portland daily press., 1895-10-07

| their innate GOODNESS or portray inc gfleI
and burning ardor of their woe and
sorrow, or the calm despair they feel at
the shaft sent by the hand OF Destiny.
In the Pere la Chaise the sun shines as
blandly over the grave of the Commonlst
as on Thievs' great tomb. You read the
music and poetry of their lives IN the
epitaphs over the monuments OF poets,
graves of Cherubine, Bellini, Chopin
and Rossini, David. La Fontaine and
Molliere.. Rachel the actress lies here and
Alfred de Musset who sang this song
which is on his own tomb over which
weeping willow droops:
"Mes chersamis quand je mourrai:
| Planter un saule au cemltlere etc.
my dear friends when am dead plant
a willow over my grave, etc.
| Passing down the same avenue are
many distinguished names, but leaving
all of which behind we pass out and en-
ter enticing scenes of Partisan life.
| SUNDAY GAYETIES OF PARIS
In Paris Sunday morning treads close
ON the heels of Saturday night and the
dance and sound of revelry have hardly
died out before the devotees betake them
selves to Confessional, for penance and
prayer.
The Madeleine is always full before you
have time to reach it and the retinue of
carriages at the door of the American
| Chapel in Rue du Berri, the church
which Americans abroad support, tolls OF
a greater religious element in Paris than
anything in any other part of the city.
For q moments space is annihiliated and
4 you think you sit in your own church IN
New England. The usual notices for
| ~ h,e4 f,,, Ey,1n WON N
out. The Sabbath and Tuesday evening
meetings are referred to, the reception the
pastor gives his people and even the
church s0ciable are not omitted IL is
| hard to believe that at this very moment
! gay and ungodly Paris at it's Sunday
merry making, is indulgingSin It's usual
hilarity in the Champs ElySees not hum
bred yards distant.
AS one stands in the Place du Carousel
and looks through The Garden of the Tuil-
| leries beyond the Place de la COncorde, and
sees through the Champs Elysees in the
distance tine "Arc de Triomphe, /" that
great monument of Napoleon's victories,
there can be no gayer scene on earth, and
when he rests under the Arch or looks
from the top, watching the people OF the
avenue leading from it, on the way to
the Bots du Boulogne for their Sunday
outing, he thinks that all Paris is there.
| But driving back through the Elysian
| 4
| variety of amusements and he enters the
Place de la Concorde then we see another
Paris there. Everybody too is on the
road to Versailles, and the boats on the
Seine and the omnibuses bound for ST.
| Cloud and Sevres are all marked COM
| plete = He sees also that the Tuilleries
| Gardens will hold no moro. For where
SO many young French princes in times
past so often played the children of the
common people and artisans Of every
grade pass their leisure hours. All the
parks and gardens and cemeteries and
| the road from the Madeleine to the Bas-
tile are swarming with people. The
museums are full of out of town folks.
Those who visit the Musee Grevin are
not able to tell whether Felix Faure in
spirit or Felix Faure in wax is there and
forgetting that Jules Ferry is dead. they
think he too is standing near. On the
other hand living people are taken for
wax figures and it is very unsafe to re-
main quiet in the Uncertain light, lest
some uncomplimentary remark should be
made i'll reference to your waxy resem-
blance to life.
OF all the vast multitude in all this
vast city not a dozen people are indoors
on fine spring or autumn Sunday. In
the early hours of the morning the Made
leine and the Notre Dame and the lesser
chapels as has been said have been full.
The piety of the city has been done up
and laid upon shelf until another Lord s
day and those who by confession and
penance have purchased dispensations use
them prodigally. Sabbath is not the day
of rest in foreign cities but the day of
gaiety. On Monday no man works, but
the shops are full.
THE CHURCH OF SACRE COEUR.
People who enjoy quiet drive outside
oJ;,S
pass the old cemetery, quaint in its messy
monuments over the dead who have re-
posed ther several centuries, while an oc-
casional tombstone gives date indicating
a recent burial there. This is strange
city of the dead with yiaduct of it's own
under which the tomb of Henry Heine is
marked by plain marble slab. Above
and over this silent place the rush of
passing traffic is always going on. While
winding up the hill and round and round
the new great editice the cabman leaves
YOU at the principal door of this new
Cathedral the Sacre Occur. 1t has al
ready been four OF five years in building
but this century will not see its com.
nIetion. Two thirds as large as est
Peters, Tits base walls and almost empty
chapels are waiting for some artists hand
to ill the vacant place with mosaics,
paint1ngS ana Stabuary loE WHICH,, dt
present, means are lacking. A few
ehapels already have affairs and burning
candles and each day hand full of de-
voted worshipers assemble here.
From the Boulevard of Momtmatre, a
long distance below, one sees it, like an
enchanted temple with stairs like
Jacobs ladder leading from the street
far below Up to it's door.
HALLES CENTRALE (THE CENTRAL
MARKET).
Passing down Rue Montmatre is the
Halle Centrale, the largest market in the
city, occupying twenty two acres of
ground. 1t is covered with an iron roof
and has twelve hundred cellars under
meath for tho storing of the provisions
which begin to arrive the night before,
and by daylight the trade of the day be-
gins. For if one would see the queer
Sights of any city be must be up in the
early hours when fashionable people are
asleep At this hour too. there are many
curious sights besides those one sees in
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