The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-05-22

Beautiful, gIit9ering. laughing, sigh
1ostles with nature, and nature. in
turn, cradles and educates humanity.
Paris sings, and suffers, and laughs.
and eats, and praises, and plays. and
works. and drives, and walks. and
sleeps under the blue and the stars.
Nobody lives indoors. and therefore It
would be difficult to know what they
do behind the scenes. Enough that
they seem happy as we see.
How shall Paris be described? Where
shall one commence or cease descrip-
zion? The great avenue Champs Ely
see is even at this early season crowd
ed morning and evening with carriages
and pedestrians. Vice, robed in velvet
and f1oniton lace, Tolls in satin-nned
coupes, drawn by Arabian horses, and
xsted by liveried menials. Virtue
i 81 aSBg thereby the writer-jogs along
i'll hired phaeton, but the trees fling
out their welcoming arms, and the
birds tsFttter, and the fountains pIash
Ianguidiy for both OF US. The great
Arch of Triumph, erected during the
reign OF Louis Phillipe-to commem-
crate the victories Of the first Napo-
leon, crowns the hill on which the
Champs Elysee with ten other great
avenues terminates The Place de la
Concorde with its bullet-scarred
statues, once the Place de Ia Revolu-
tion of bloody memory, stretches away
10 the Seine at the lower end of the
Champs EIysee. Here Is where the
giiIlotine did it's work in che days OF
the first revolution. Marie Antoinette
and PHILIPPE Egalite, Louis the Six
1eenth and Charlotte Corday, and then
Hebert. and finally Danton and Des-
anouiins and Robespierre himself met
their fates at this spot. No wonder
that Chateaubriand, in opposing the
erection Of fountain on this spot, said
.saIl the water in the world will not
remove the blood stains which sully
this place Twenfy-eight hundred heads
here parted company with their
bodies. Fee, faw, fun: can almost
smell the blood"
In the center OF the plaza the gray
obelisk which once stood in front OF
the great temple OF ancient Thebes,
lifts to the blue it's weird, beautiful.
needle-Iike form, covered with the
Of a language lost and
gone can imagine this stately mono
18th, this lonely stranger, this trans
planted tombstone of the great Sesos-
iris. discoursfng of itself. 1t says:
kings are dust: kingdoms are words;
fame is a breath; life is an essence.
Nothing is except oblivion. Your citi-
zen king brought me from my African
home to record Napoleon's greatness,
and 10! France has been kingdom. re-
public, empire and republic again, in
the few years have stood here. The
thousands whose hot blood sank in
desert sands for me, the trurnpeters
who pealed the Marseillaise at my
burning feet, the very sashed and star
red officers who commanded my re-
moval. have Joined the ranks of the
aforementioned dead: and yet I stand
pitiless and unsecured. What is
France, compared with the tropic enn-
pires / have watched from their cradles
to their tombs? / bear the inscriptions
CT the Pharaohs and the Ptolemys. 7
commemorate King Rameses. i was
quarried by dusky hands a thousand
years and more ere Cleopatra wooed
the dark-eyed Roman, who lost the
world for love- have. listened to the