The Marietta journal. (Marietta, Ga.) 1918-1944, 1920-05-28

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sages Anatole France eyokes q
fieeting memory of the quays along
the Seine, "where one disturbs. the
dust-covered books Of the 5-cent stall,
and thousand shadows terrible and
charming" 1t isn't our purpose to
revive these memories; to do so would
be to parade the whole past in review !;
we shall simply state the magic which
draws and which holds to the quays
OF the Seine, writes L. A. Des Carrots
In La France.
The quays! Along both sides of our
river they runl But when we speak
Of quays, we mean. of course, the quays
of the left bank. There is the heart
of Paris. Who would deny it?
The action of those workers who
live In the neighborhood of the quays
artists, thinkers, poets or simple
workmen-when they seek their river,
is one of happy Incidence. They do
not pause before the windows of the
antiquaries' shops; they go toward the
rampant which courageous and deter
mined booksellers have raised. before
the. river of forgetfulness, the dixie
which will protect their books. 1t is
there that, in the summer sun, as well
as in winter fogs, are the last resting
places OF the production of mans
thought. 1t is there that book, af-
ter good or bad fortune, comes to take
Its last chance: it is there that they
are viewed by the savants, In search
OF information, or with sentimental
curiosity by Mimi Pinson YES,
the last refuge and the tranquil resting
place over which watch the high
profile of the Louvre and the towers
of Notre Dame!
Where Point of Interest Begins.
The quays start little above the
Palais Bourbon, at the palace of the
Legion of Honor, once the famous Ho-
tel Salm. During the revolution, since
the prince of Salm-Kriburg had been
| given command of a battalion of the
Lafayette guard, his palace became the
meeting place of the Reformist club.
Later the same building received the
members Of the Cercle Constitution
mel, until the day when Napoleon made
it the seat of the grand chancellor of
the Legion of Honor. 1t is a pity
that this charming Greek temple
should he eclipsed by the surrounding
buildings.
Next there is the Quail voltaire
where Nine, Cecile Sorel makes her
home, near the house in which voltaire
! died. When one enters this building
the ghost of the mighty century APP
pears; you are received with the gra.
ciousness of Celimene. Everything In
this house bears the imprint of Louis
NV, and nothing could be more part
of it than the character of the great
artist who lives there Here died In.
| gres; there was the convent of the
Theatins, brought to France from
Italy by Mazarin. Further along, al
tn corner of the Rue de Beaune, used
to stand the barracks of the gray
! musketeers.
The Famous "Bridee of Tears"
Let us stop at the institute. From
here all the Paris of yesterday is seen
the towers of Notre Dame, the Louvre
the Saint-Chapelle, st. Germain rAux
errois, the conciergerie, the paIais dc
justice and the Pont-Neuf, still look
ing very solid. Since it was opened
to traffic by Henry III, the same day
he lost his favorite, Quelus, the Parish
ans called it "tbe bridge of tears
That did not prevent it, however, from
becoming the center of animation OF
the city where all Paris gathered Il
be amused by the news of the gazet
teers and the sallies of Tabarin.
Next we see the palace of the prince
OF Cont, today one of the treasury
buildings To save ourselves both re
morse and regret let us put aside the
sad memories of ST. German FAuxer
rois and of the conciergerie. Let us
instead follow along the Quai Cont, IL
the footsteps of Lamartine, of. Victor
Hugo, of Sainte Beauve, of Alfred dt
Musset and of all those others who
have been familiars of the quays.
AIasl Where are the glories Of the
past? Under the dome of the insti
tute?
ouays Are Charming.
Our quays are indeed charming, with
the movement of tramways, wagons
4 and carriages with the whistling Of
the boats and those thousand small
noises which are multiplied by the
waters of the river. love to watch
| tie lonngers who come to loaf there
col fathers os ilriilies pulling theil