The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1915-01-26

sight And now ] begin 10 catch
somewhat of the subdued talk Of the
boys. Can it be? Yes they are talk
ing OF Napoleon, whose image lust
now looms large in the imagination of
tiiS people es, 1t seems as if from
thiS Talk but IT sounds almost TOO good
20 be true. they are going to see the
tomb OF Napoleon,
why, the guard at the gate told me
only yesterday the Hotel des Invaldes
and the Eglise Saint-Louis were closed
ana would be closed until the war was
over; Well, never mind You doubt
ing Thomas, come on, let's follow
these boys. All, here is the gilded
dome of the Hotel des lnyalidas
sparkling in the low afternoon sun
ana mere we are under the walls
which surround the court yard before
the entrance. At the gateway is a
long line Of Datient-waiting people
Drawn up two abreast We bring up
at the edge Of the waiting line.
But it is weary waiting You feel
| as II you were an atom in a giant
| cable, holding up q suspension bridge
and the strain is beginning to tell But
patience, the long line is quivering, is
moving, and the strain relaxes.
We are swept on into the court yard
and mere all is we'll, a score or SO are
admitted up the great steps and
| through the great doors at time. A
| moment Of breathless waiting and at
| last I am beneath the soaring dome.
and at the marble railing, and in
deed looking down on the tomb Of
Napoleon.
The ConquCrors Influence.
The crypt in which stands the sar-
cophagus, is a circular pit about thir-
ty feet across and about fifteen feet
deep. The sarcOphaglis is heWn gu,
of SOLID piece Of Siberian porphyrg
or black marble. The marble pave
ment represent a gigantic wreath OF
laurel and is inscribed with the name
Of Napoleon'S victories, the history OF
Europe, for twenty years. Some dOz-
en- colOEsal figures around the crypt
SymbOlilIng NapOleon'S chief victories
But to tell you the truth, l remembel
but little of this, the spell Of tina
name which Overawed the world TO
a score Of years was on the place ant
I yielded myself to this influence.
France Needs Her Emperor.
An old soldier beside me leans owe
the baluStrade and gazeS at the toni
with Tapt looks. His hands are clasp
ed and tears are streaming down hi
cheeks as he 1nutters to himself. No
q word do 1 understand but ] kno.
f what he means. "Erance has need 0
: iy pressed-if he could rise and com
TO the aid Of his people," / am sur
| the words found an echo in the heart
] | Of every one present.
And now | am aware for the fiTs
| time of a pale blush light fallin
f through the stained glass of the dom
. and adding weirdncss to seen
S which can hardly be equalled for il
2 Solmen grandeur.
Q France Will .Avcnse.
G Some one touches me on the shou
: der We must move on and give plao
u to the next squad The way out
G through the Eglise Saint-Louis, an
6 "a stately church it is, but ] remelnbe
II but little of it except two things
d First, the. curious light falling on tE
! high altar from candles placed bt
# hind a huge stained glass window G
# each side, making me think of Poe
@ Mask of the Red Death, and mex
: the collection of battle flags huI
II about the galleries as trophies Of VII
e tory, among these were two flag
e blood stained, and bullet riddled, T.
y Gently won from Germans IN the bait
n Of the Marine. And as the poop
r gazed silently and sternly up 81 tt
Il ghastly witnesses of human ieroclt
h / read in every eye the meaning OF II
lc old Roman cry Vac .ictiS' Woe u
L. to Germany when the day OF reckO
&c ing comes! And I go OFT !nto tt
is gathering gloom OF November tWillg
:. and turn along the banks Of the Sein
"a whose waters flow under the state
Of arches Of the Port Alexander. Il
T. sparkling, as they should be, with :
ld Vulnerable lights from quay al
I'll bridge, but silent, and sullcn, ia,
a. and menacing.
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