MY0a <$HIBRARY0/-. w i IF0%, ^OFCAIIFO^ ^•lOSANCflfj^ ^3TO$0V^ '^HBJUNHft? an# ^Aavaani^ %iwso# "^iammis^ VER% ^10S«1% so %MAINH1V^ ^UIBRARYQ^ ^t-UBRARYQc, 3L V./ » ^ ^OF-CAtlFOJ^ ^AHVHfllH^ >- R ^UIBRARYQ^ <^EUNIVER% ^10S«&> ^EUNIVERS/a ^lOSANGElfr*. IFOfl^ ^OFCAUFOB^ S UJ *. «$UIBRARY0/ 3 1 if" ' m k tiff >. SIGHTS AND SENSATIONS IN FRANCE, GERMANY, AND SWITZERLAND. SIGHTS AND SENSATIONS IN FRANCE, GERMANY, AND SWITZERLAND; OR, EXPERIENCES OF AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE, HOMBOURG AND BADEN-BADEN, A TI'.AMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND, THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL OF PARIS, A CHAMBER OF HORRORS, 9 THE CLOSERIE DE LILAS, THE QU ARTIER LATIN, ETC., ETC., ETC. By EDWARD GOULD BUFFUM, +*■■[ AUTHOR OF " SIX MONTHS IN THE GOLD MINES," ETC., ETC. NEW YORK: HARPER & EROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE. 18 69. » » 9 * Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, by HARPER & BROTHERS, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. .: -•: ••••• • : .* : •.♦ 1 * • • * • « * 3 * 3% (m PREFACE. f"T is believed that the name of the author of these pages will require no introduction to a very wide circle of readers both at home and abroad — in New York, where he began his journalistic career ; on the Pacific coast, with whose early fortunes he was, as editor, ex- plorer, and legislator, intimately and honor- ably associated ; in the capitals of Western Eu- rope, where he passed the last nine or ten years of his life as chief correspondent of a leading New York newspaper. In all these places Ed- ward Gould Buffuni had a multitude of friends who, on the announcement of his demise in Paris some months ago, sincerely mourned the untimely taking-off of one who had endeared himself by every engaging quality of head and heart, and given promise, by many creditable 465207 LIBRARY VI PREFACE. performances, of a brilliant and successful lit- erary career. For those, however, who did not personally know him, it will not be amiss to premise a few words by way of biography and characterization — words which the fraternal hand that writes them will endeavor not to color beyond the modesty of nature. My brother, Edward Gould Buffum, was born at Sniithfield, Rhode Island, and came of an ancient Quaker family who, about the mid die of the 17th century, fled from the persecu tions of the Puritans of Salem, and sought she! ter and protection in " Providence Plantations.' His mother, a superior and remarkably hand some woman, belonged to the Gould family of Newport. His father was Arnold Buffum, a man of singular purity and elevation of char- acter, who earned, by good works, the title of " the Quaker philanthropist," and by a living, glowing enthusiasm, revealed his affiliation with the spiritual line of George Fox. When Edward was a mere b>oy, the family removed to the Great West, and he was left to be educated under the care of some rela- PREFACE. VI 1 tives in Rhode Island at one of the Quaker schools near Providence. If this were the fit- ting place to enter into an analysis of the in- fluences which went to shape his character, I should be compelled to say that, for a na- ture of his mould, the circumstances of his nurturing and education were not altogether favorable. Among the sect of Friends, it is too frequently the case that the spiritual fires have long ago gone out, leaving behind only the white ashes and embers of a dead formal- ism. The sort of Quaker-Puritanism amid which the boy's lines were cast, frequently makes strong and admirable characters ; but very often, also, its morbid culture of what it calls " conscience," its subjection of all man- hood to an abstraction which it names " duty," result in drying up the very sap and sj)rings of humanity, and leave a class of atrophied men and women, who, under the cloak of this same "conscience" and "duty," practice a frigid selfishness and a dreary cynicism. But tliis is not the place to enter upon any such analysis : and so it may suffice to say that. VH1 PREFACE. after many struggles, the boy's bold and spon- taneous individuality finally freed itself from these trammels, and, at about the age of nine- teen, he came to New York to begin life for himself. He had early exhibited an aptitude for lit- erary pursuits, and, soon after his arrival in this city, he entered the profession of journal- ism. It is stated of him in a sketch in a prom- inent newspaper with which he formed his first connection, that, " as a writer, he at once displayed ability of a high order." He con- tinued his newspaper employment until the breaking out of the Mexican War, when he joined Colonel Stevenson's regiment (1st N. Y. Vols.), with which he went to California as a lieutenant. He served with his command on the Pacific coast of Mexico until the close of the war, and was discharged in 1848, short- ly after the discovery of gold in California. This event, which has had so important a bear- ing both on the prosperity of our own country and on the exchanges of the world, lured his adventurous spirit to the new-found El Dora- PREFACE. IX do, and he spent the winter of 1848-9 in the mining region, taking an active part in push- ing explorations for the precious metal. The fruits of his observations he subsequently em- bodied in an interesting and valuable work, the first of its kind, entitled " Six Months in the Gold Mines." Soon after he became the editor-in-chief of the Alta-Ckdifomia newspa- per, in which position he continued for several years. He was elected a member of the Legis- lature from San Francisco, and was a promi- nent candidate for the Speakership of the House. In the Legislature it is recorded of him that he displayed great ability as a de- bater, and a thorough knowledge of the wants of the new community. In 1858 he went to Europe, and finally settled himself in Paris as head of a bureau of correspondence, in which arduous employment he continued up to the time of his death, which occurred a few months since, at the age of forty-one. This brief narrative will suffice to show that the author of these pages was a busy man ; and justice demands that the sketches X PREFACE. which compose this little posthumous volume be judged accordingly. The " Sights " and the "Sensations" he here depicts were writ- ten currente calamo, in the midst of occupa- tions which taxed all his time, and required his constant care and closest attention. It is possible, therefore, that they may not have all the j)olish which a man of leisure would be- stow on the productions of his pen. It will be found, however, that they possess a special value and charm, which they owe as much to the writer's individual cast of mind as to his long training and experience as a journalist. The author was a man who had seen a great deal of life — who had seen a great deal and felt a great deal — for he had somewhat of that spirit which Tennyson embodies in his " Ulysses :" " I can not rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees." Yet, withal, he was a man of gentleness, whom experience of the world had never soured ; so that he had a healthy love of see- ing, and, with his quick and broad sympathies, PREFACE. . XI the capacity of observing and of describing what he observed, without excess of senti- mentality on the one hand, or of stoicism on the other. His descriptions, in fact, are pure, pellucid, simple, direct, and have the charm which these qualities possess for all jDersons of unvitiated taste. In addition to this, his long practice as a newspaper writer taught him a style at once concise and forcible, straightfor- ward, yet not unpicturesque ; and his pages are always luminous, vivacious, crisp, and en- tertaining. It may not be inappropriate for me to add that the papers which compose this book form a small part of a multifarious and extended series of letters, sketches, studies, etc., produced by my brother. It is possible that, in this vo- luminous mass, there may be other writings worthier of going before the public; but I have not sought for them. This work not having had the advantage of the author's re- vision, I have gone so far as to execute such indispensable editorial labor as the book re- quired for publication. It will be proper for Xll PREFACE. me to add that two of the sketches have al- ready appeared in magazine form — that on Hombourg (under the title of "Rien Ne Va Plus "), in the Galaxy, and that on the Mont Cenis Tunnel, in the London Fortnightly Re- vieiv ' the last named — a memorial of adven- ture in Savoy — has been republished recently by several French and Italian journals. But enough — perhaps more than enough — has been said by way of introduction, and it only remains to commit the book to the indul- gence of the reader. William A. Buffum, New York, May 19th, 1869. CONTENTS, CHAPTER I. THE BUBBLES OP CIIAMPAGNE. A Week in the Champagne District. — How Champagne Wine is made and prepared for .Market. — Cost of a Bottle of Champagne. — In- voice Prices. — Varieties of Wine. — The Champagne Kings. — The Widow Clicquot. — The Wine Cellars. — The Vintage. — Romance and Reality. — The pretty Champenoises. — Practical Information. — The Cathedral of Reims. — Equal and Exact Justice Page 1!J CHAPTER II. TRENTE ET QUAEANTE AT nOMBOUEG. The Baths of Hombourg. — Hombourg and its Surroundings. — The In- ducement to Visitors. — The great Gaming-hell of Europe. — The Kursaal. — The Game of "Roulette." — My early Experiences. — "Systems," and an Exposure of their Fallacy. — The Scene at the Tables. — The Rouge-et-noir. — Large Winnings. — The Countess Kisselef. — Tricks of Sharpers. — Profits of the Gaines -H CHAPTER III. A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. From Zurich to Altorf. — The Falls of the Rhine. — Zurich and its Surroundings. — Vagabonds. — My Companion. — Horgen. — Out lit and Travelling-dress. — Knapsacks and Gibicieres. — The Hill above Horgen. — An unwarrantable Intrusion, — The "Falken"at Zug. — Gretchen and her Sympathy. — Arth. — Guides and Commission- naires. — The Ascent of the Rigi.— Dismal Weather. — TheKlosterli. XIV CONTENTS. —The Rigi Staffel.— " View" from our Windows.— The Summit of the Rigi, and the View from there. — Down to Weggis. — Lucerne. — The Lake of Lucerne.— Fluellen. — Altorf. — From Altorf to Mei- ringen. — Our pedestrian Excursion fairly commenced. — Unpropi- tious Circumstances. — Beggars in Switzerland. — The Devil's Bridge. — Realp.— The Road to the Furca. — View from the mountain Sum- mit.— Necessary Precautions. — The Glacier du Rhone. — A pedes- trian Wedding-tour.— The Grimsel.— The Valley of the Aare.— The Falls of Handeck.— From Meiringen to Interlaken. — A Differ- ence of Opinion, and its Results.— Wearer and I separate. — A mag- nificent View. — The Glacier of Rosenlaui. — The Alpenhorn. — Warerand I meet again. — Grindelwald.— Ascent of the Glacier. — An unpleasant Predicament. — The Avalanches. — The Jungfrau. — How to " share " a Mule. — Lauterbrunnen.— Termination of our Trip. — My Companion Warer Page 75 CHAPTER IV. IN " MONT CENIS " TUNNEL — THROUGH THE HEART OF THE ALPS. The great engineering Work of the Century. — A Journey into the "Bowels of the Earth."— San Michel.— The Village of Fourneaux, and its People. — Its beautiful Surroundings. — History of the En- terprise.— Anticipated Difficulties and Obstacles. — Map of the Tun- nel and its Vicinity. — The motive Power. — Air pressed into the Service. — The Operations commenced. — My Visit to the Tunnel. — Preparations for entering. — In the "Bowels of the Earth."— Darkness visible. — Breathing becomes difficult. — A Halt and Rest. — Among the Workmen. — An unpleasant Predicament. — The Blast. — The "Advanced Gallery." — The Construction and Action of the perforating Machines. — The Work performed by them. — First Sight of the "Affusto." — Immense Wear and Tear of Material. — Accidents. — Termination and Success of the Enter- prise 116 CHAPTER V. THE QUARTIER LATIN. My Residence and Mode of Life.— Occupations of Women in Paris.— Ladies taking the Degrees of " Bachelor" of Arts and Letters.— A Lady attempting to obtain a medical Diploma. — Quiet Life of my Concierge.— My Neighbor, little Aglae, the Flower-maker 144- CONTENTS. XV CHAPTER VI. WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. Snail-eating. — History and Habits of the Snail. — Cost of living in Paris. — Cheap Restaurants. — Horse-eating. — Bill of Fare of a Horse-dinner. — Tables d'hote. — First-class Restaurants. — Cre- meries. — " Etablissements de Bouillon." — How the Parisian Poor furnish their Tables Page 152 CHAPTER VII. THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. Hospital Lariboisiere. — The Physician's Visit. — The surgical Wards. — The Operating-room. — Medical Students. — Chassaignac's Oper- ations with the "Ecraseur" 168 CHAPTER VIII. THE CLOSERIE DE LILAS. Students and Etudiantes. — "Grisettes" of the Past and Present. — The Society at the "Closerie." — The male and female Dancers. — Remarkable Terpsichorean Gymnastics. — The Cancan. — Order and Propriety 181 CHAPTER IX. THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL OF PARIS. How Foundlings are taken in and done for. — Visit to the Hospital. — The new-born Babies. — The Infirmaries. — How the Foundlings are cared for. — How they become Foundlings. — Their Mothers. — A grave moral and social Question. —Legitimate and illegitimate Births in Paris 187 CHAPTER X. A CHAMBER OF HORRORS. The dissecting-rooms at Clamart. — The "Salle de Reception." — The Subjects."— Food for Meditation in. r > ii i XVI CONTENTS. CHAPTER XI. THE "SPECIALITE DE PUMPKIN PIE." A Mystery to the uninitiated. — " Thin Magpie " an American Dish Page 200 CHAPTER XII. WHAT AND HOW MUCH THE PARISIANS DKINK. Drunkenness. — Wine - drinking. — ' ' The Octroi " Duty. — Extensive Establishments. — Parisian Cafes. — American Drinks. — Marchands de Vin. — Absinthe-drinking. — " A little Absinthe, just to give an Appetite." — Composition of Absinthe, and its fearful Effects. 204 CHAPTER XIII. A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. Orleans and "the Maid." — Chambord. — Blois. — Amboise. — Plessis les Tours. — A curious Village. — Houses cut in the solid Rock. — Chinon. — Angers. — The Castle of Bluebeard. — Down the Loire. —Brittany 216 CHAPTER XIV. PARISIAN THEATRES. Annoyances. — The " Claque." — Its Origin and Object. — The Censor- ship. — The Acting. — Specialities of different Theatres 230 CHAPTER XV. DISTINGUISHED NEGROES. Confused Ideas of America. — One of my Countrymen. — No Prejudice against Color 236 CHAPTER XVI. LEARNED INSTITUTIONS AND LECTURES. Distinguished Lecturers. — Opportunities for the Gratification of all Tastes. — Programme of the Courses 243 CONTENTS. XV11 CHAPTER XVII. The Catacombs of Paris. — A Visit to them. — Dismal Places. — Miles of Skulls and Bones. — The Abode of the Dead. — An agreeable Situation. — Accidents Page 248 CHAPTER XVIII. THE CHIFFONNIERS OF PARIS. Their Mode of Life, and what they find. — The " Hasard de la Four- chette." — Dilapidated Lorettes. — Objects found in the Streets and public Carriages. — Honesty of the Chiffonniers. — An independent Rag-picker. — The Ravageurs 261 CHAPTER XIX. VISIT TO THE CHAPEL OF THE TUILERIES. The Imperial Chapel. — The Emperor and Empress at their Devo- tions. — The Emperor. — The Empress 272 CHAPTER XX. THE CEMETERY OF PERE I.A CHAISE. A real "City of the Dead." — The Jewish Inclosure. — Tomb of Ra- chel. — Defacing Monuments. — Abelard and Heloise. — The Grave of Marshal Ney. — The Artist's Corner. — Vandael, the Flower-paint- er. — Singular Inscriptions. — The common Graves. — How the Dead are buried, and what it costs. — The Aristocracy and Democracy of Death. — "Poor little Hunchback." — Respect for the Dead. — The "Jour des Morts." — Mortuary Statistics of Paris 279 CHAPTER XXI, RELIGIOUS FREEDOM IN FRANCE. The Catholic, Protestant, and Jewish Establishments. — The Parisian Catholic Churches.— The " Eglise des Pctits ri'ies."— The Statue of St. Peter.— The "Ex Votos."— The Tableau of "Indulgen- ces" 297 xvm CONTENTS. CHAPTER XXII. ROUEN AND ITS ROMANTIC REMINISCENCES. First Impressions. — The Rouen of To-day. — The Cathedral of Notre Dame. — St. Christopher and his History. — St. Ouen. — A curi- ous Book. — William the Conqueror. — "His Mark." — The Heart of Richard Cceur de Lion. — The Spot where Joan of Arc was burnt Page 303 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. CHAPTER I. THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. A Week in the Champagne District.— How Champagne Wine is made and prepared for Market. — Cost of a Bottle of Champagne. — In- voice Prices. — Varieties of Wine. — The Champagne Kings.— The Widow eiicquot.— The Wine Cellars. — The Vintage.— Komance and Reality. — The pretty Champenoises. — Practical Information. — The Cathedral of Reims. — Equal and exact Justice. AT the distance of a brief five hours' ride from Paris lies Reims, the commercial capital of the Champagne wine district, and the centre of the ter- ritory which produces the Paradisiacal beverage. Around and near it, on the banks of the sluggish Marne, and upon the neighboring hillsides, embosomed among vines, are the villages of Ay, Yerzenay, Bouzy, and others, with names familiar as household words. Some of these names may possibly bring to mind un- pleasant recollections — retrospective headaches and dimness of vision ; but oftener, it is to be hoped, sweet remembrances of social enjoyment — of sparkling wit, 20 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. and song, and jollity. One or, indeed, both of these effects may also be produced by a sight of the names which meet the eye in the queer streets of this quaint old town — Eugene Clicquot, De St. Marceaux, Charles Heiclseick, Piper, and Veuve Clicquot ! Though for- eigners and strangers to us and to our land, they are, like the faces of old friends, well known, and their manufactures, at least, are highly esteemed among us. I spent a week at Reims — pronounced Ranee — in the early part of October, and shall not soon for- get the delights of the Champagne land, its genial hospitality, and the general facilities afforded me for obtaining information. People who think the sparkling nectar which they drink with such delight, and pay for so dearly, grows — corks, bottles, brands, and all — exclusively on the sunny hillsides and by the vine-hedged river-banks of Ay, Verzenay, and Bouzy, are greatly mistaken ; but not more so, perhaps, than those who believe that Veuve Clicquot, Eugene Clicquot (who, by-the-way, is no relation of the " widow "), or M. de St. Mar- ceaux, or Charles Heidseick, or Moet & Chandon, manufacture their wines from their own grapes grown in any particular locality. It is true, some of these proprietors are owners of large tracts of vine-growing lands, but not nearly of sufficient extent for the pro- THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 21 cluction of the enormous quantities of wine which they yearly manufacture. The Champagne district is divided into a great number of parcels or tracts, on which the grape is grown, some of these tracts not being larger than an ordinary sleeping-room. The vignerons, or vine-grow- ers, a hardy, happy race, are themselves the proprie- tors of the land, and they and their families devote their time and labor to the culture of the Champagne grape, which requires the most delicate care and at- tention. These grapes are sold to the various wine merchants, and the same grape is accessible to all. The manner of receiving the grapes from the vigne- rons is a very primitive and rather unbusiness-like one. The vignerons bring the grapes in baskets, packed on the backs of mules, to the presses, where they are measured in a tub about the size of a half- barrel — the measure being known as a cague, and holding about one hundred French, or one hundred and ten English pounds ; a record is made of the quantity received from each proprietor, but no receipt or voucher of any description is given. The vigne- ron, at the end of six months, calls upon the manu- facturer, and is paid one-half the amount clue him, claiming the remainder only at the expiration of the year. By Gar the larger portion of the grapes from which 22 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. Champagne is made are black — a little grape which grows upon a low, stunted vine. Wines are seldom or never made from the black grape alone, nor ex- clusively from the white ; but the black grape, whose juice, more vinous than that of the white, furnishes the " body " of the wine, is mixed with the juice of the white and more aromatic grape, and thus the deli- cate flavor and bouquet are secured. The black grapes are grown principally' — upon a vine never rising above the height of three feet, and which is cut down every year, the grape growing upon the new wood — at Verzenay, Yerzy, Mailly, Rilly, Bouzy, Ay, Ma- reuil, Epernay, and Pierry ; and the white, at Cra- mant, Oger, Avize, and Le Mesnil. There is no absolute and clearly defined rule gov- erning the proportions in which the wines from dif- ferent localities shall be mixed, nor for the proportions of the juice of the white and black grape used. Every thing depends upon the taste and skill of the manu- facturer, who, to insure success, must have a genius for his business — one might almost say his art — and a delicate and practiced palate, in order to distinguish the peculiar and different qualities of the different wines, and indicate with certainty the proper propor- tions in which they should be combined. Nothing, indeed, would seem more difficult than to distinguish readily the qualities of the several varieties of grape, THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 23 to know in precisely what proportions to mix the vari- ous wines, and produce a Champagne uniting at the same time vinosity, bouquet, and the marked, homo- geneous character which each wine merchant desires for his own brands. A hundred trials and failures are not unfrequently made before success is obtained, and a wine produced upon which a first-class manu- facturer is willing to stake his reputation. One who has not studied the subject, or witnessed the care and labor bestowed in the production of Champagne wines, can form no accurate idea of the attention they require, or of the different changes they undergo before they are placed on the table. The first point is, of course, the selection and care- ful examination of the grapes and wines of the differ- . ent localities — and then the great art and mystery of Champagne-making lies in the composition of the cuvee. The cuvee is the union of the various kinds of wine in greater or less proportions, according to their strength and flavor, and the taste of the producer. The brand of Verzenay, Bouzy, or Ay, upon a bottle of Champagne, to the uninitiated, conveys the idea that the wine was made from grapes grown in the particular locality indicated. Were this so, the wine would be very far from possessing the qualities which make Champagne so popular an article — the different cms requiring the aid of each other. The cuvee is 24 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. composed about six months after the pressing of the grapes — usually in the early part of April — up to which time the wine has remained in casks ; the mix- ture is then put in bottles, tightly corked, and placed in racks, piled up like logs of wood, in the immense subterranean cellars of the wine merchant. Here, under the influence of a temperature of from -50° to 60° Farenheit, it undergoes a second fermentation ; the saccharine portion of the wine is transformed into carbonic acid gas, and into alcohol, or a new develop- ment of vinosity. Champagne is, of all wines, how- ever, the one which contains the smallest proportions of alcohol, a distillation rarely producing more than a little over six per cent, of its volume. After the alcohol, the most important ingredient is sugar. Champagne wine is marked, as distinguished from other wines, by the presence of a large quantity of carbonic acid gas — the escape of which is prevented by hermetically sealing the bottles before the second fermentation, by which it is developed. The gas is indeed so compressed and confined that it acquires the expansive force of six atmospheres, and each bot- tle of wine contains six times its volume of carbonic acid. Under the pressure of such a powerful force, the bottles, while lying in the racks, explode, and are bro- ken in considerable quantity: usually amounting to THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 25 about ten per cent, of the whole. This breakage, however, has sometimes reached as high as fifty, six- ty, seventy, and in rare instances even eighty per cent. The Champagne merchants are rather pleased than otherwise at a loss of ten per cent., as it exhibits the fact that the development of carbonic acid, which gives the wine its sparkling quality, has been a good one. The bottle fermentation, which takes place without the addition of any foreign ingredient in generating the carbonic acid, also develops a deposit composed principally of tartaric acid and tannin, and which it is necessary to remove. After the wine, which in this fermentation becomes cloudy, begins to deposit this sediment, the bottles are removed from the horizontal « position in which they have been resting in the racks, and are placed, with their necks downward, upon shelves with holes cut in them obliquely. Twice a day during two months, and frequently for a longer time, a man whose special business it is to attend to this, seizes each bottle by the bottom, gives it a little shake with the object of detaching the sediment from the side, and causing it to deposit in the neck of the bottle, which after each shaking is placed in a more nearly upright position. Finally the sediment all ar- rives in the neck of the bottle, the greater portion of it being deposited upon the cork. The process of de- 2 26 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. gorgement, or the extraction of the deposit, then takes place. This operation is a very important one, and re- quires a great degree of skill on the part of the oper- ator, who first seizes the bottle by the body, and rest- ing the neck depressed upon his left fore-arm, cuts the wire which confines the cork ; this he prevents from flying too suddenly with the index finger of the left hand. The operator then performs a manoeuvre re- quiring great dexterity : raising the bottle, with a pair of pincers he suddenly pulls the cork, which, in flying out, carries with it, and is followed by, all the deposit. Freed from this, the wine is perfectly clear and limpid, the bottle then containing not the slightest particle of sediment. The wine, however, is not yet in a drinkable con- dition. The greater portion of its saccharine matter having been transformed into alcohol and carbonic acid, the wine itself is acidulous, and disagreeable to the taste. It is therefore necessary, in order to replace the sugar which it has thus lost, and to restore it in this respect to its primitive condition, to introduce a mixture in greater or less quantity of pure crystallized sugar dis- solved in Champagne wine: the quantity of sugar added depending upon the country to which the wine is- to be sent, and the taste of purchasers. The cork is then put in, and in a month or six weeks after the degorgement the wine is ready for market. THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 27 It may not be uninteresting to the drinkers of Champagne to know what is the actual cost to the exporting merchant of the article for which they pay so much. The Champagne of commerce may be divided into three classes, each representing a different quality. The via brut, or raw wine of the ordinary quality, costs on an average one franc and twenty-five centimes per bottle ; the middling, from one franc and fifty to one franc and seventy-five centimes ; and the superior, from one franc and seventy-five to two francs and fif- teen centimes the bottle. The cost of the travail or composition, including bottle, cork, and the necessary admixture, is from forty to sixty centimes per bottle. The corks, all of which arc cut by hand, principally by Spaniards, who reside in Reims for that purpose, cost from two to four sous each. Those for Russia, where the Champagne drink- ers are the most particular about the corks, cost the highest price. The wine merchants say that they are perfectly satisfied with a profit of fifty centimes a bot- tle, which added to the price of the raw wine, the cost of preparing it for market, and the small cost of send- ing it from Reims or Epernay to the port of embar- kation, makes up the figure at which the merchants have always invoiced their wine. The finest and must expensive wines are sent to 28 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. Russia. For England a much heavier wine is made, as also for the United States, where a very "vinous" wine seems to be preferred, and whither very little first-quality wine is exported. A great many drink- ers, rather than connoisseurs, prefer Champagne of a very dry and vinous character. This is a great error, as this dry and vinous characteristic is almost always obtained by the addition to the liqueur, with which the bottles are filled after the degorgement, of a greater or less quantity of brandy. Thus composed, the wine no longer possesses the delicate quality which should be considered the test of good Champagne — which can be drank with impunity without producing the headache and lassitude which invariably follows the absorption of the alcoholic wines. The Champagne manufacturers are the aristocracy of the district, and form a society of their own, keep- ing apart from other merchants and manufacturers, and among them — as, for example, that of De St. Mar- ceaux — are some old and aristocratic names. Most of them are very wealthy, and up to the present time all the great and well-known houses have never been charged with any thing which would affect their in- tegrity. Parties interested in these houses occupy high, honorable, and important positions in political life. They are prefects and mayors and members of the Chamber of Deputies. M. Werle, the head of THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 29 the house of Yve. Clicquot, and who is supposed to be worth fifteen millions of francs, is the Mayor of Eeims, and member from this district of the Corps Legislatif. He is a Prussian by birth, and came to Reims some thirty years ago a poor young man, and has gradually worked his way up to his present posi- tion. His principal, the Widow Clicquot (God bless her!), is now in her eighty-eighth year, and has made during the last thirty years a fortune of forty mil- lions of francs by the manufacture and sale of wine. She is a little dried-up old lady, only about five feet high, and lives in a splendid chateau, charmingly situa- ted on a hillside, surrounded with vines, at Boursault, near Epernay.- The old lady, though she long since gave up all personal control of her wine manufactur- ing business, still manages the grape-growing, keeps her own farm and household accounts, drinks a good bottle of Veuve Cliquot every day for dinner, and is a particularly smart old lady. M. Werle has a son married to the daughter of the Due de Montebcllo (also of vinous fame), and a daughter who married a son of M. Magne, the French Minister of Finance. Singularly enough, although such a peculiarly French wine, about all the trade in it has now fallen into the hands of Germans. M. "Werle is a German, as is also the Baron de Saxe, his associate. The Heid- seicks, of whom there are three separate houses at 30 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. Eeims — Piper Heidseick, Heidseick & Co., and Charles Heidseick, are all of German origin, as also is M. Piper, who obtained the right of joining the name of Heid- seick to his by marrying a daughter of the original Heidseick house. The Mumms are also Germans. The purely French houses, such as Eugene Clicquot and M. de St. Marceaux, nearly all have Germans connected with them. This has been explained to me as result- ing from the fact that in the Champagne trade it was necessary to be familiar with several languages ; and that as the French as a nation never learn any tongue but their own, the Germans, who are the best linguists in Europe, have worked their way into the trade un- til now they threaten to monopolize it. Some excellent red still wines are made in the Cham- pagne districts, bearing the names of Villedomange, Hilly, Marsilly, Verzenay, and Bouzy, the latter being a wine of full body and flavor, very much resembling Chambertin, and selling here at nine hundred francs the " piece " or cask, or at the rate of about four francs a bottle. At my hotel at Eeims it is retailed at sev- en, and this is the price charged also by mine host for all the sparkling Champagne wines, with the excep- tion of the Royal St. Marceaux, one of the purest, rich- est, and most delicate of the Champagne wines, which he holds at eight. . Most of the wine merchants have their cellars be- THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. ol neath their houses ; and these immense subterranean caverns are some of them two or three flights of stairs in height, or rather in depth, the lowest part being at least ninety feet under ground. I rode over to Eper- nay, which is about an hour by rail from Eeims,between hills covered and reaching to the very rails with the Champagne vine, passing by the little village of Ay, nestled in among vine-clad hills extending down to the banks of the sleepy, sluggish Marne. We came over to visit the cellars of Messrs. Moet & Chandon, which are as extensive as any in the district. Going down a flight of stone steps, we reached a little room, where the guide furnished us with candles, and preceding us, led us through these catacombs of Champagne. The vaults are cut in the solid rock, having been made a hundred and fifty years ago, and are between five and six miles in extent, winding around in labyrinthine mazes, and consisting of two sets of tunnels, one hewn under the other. In all these, bottles of Champagne to the number of about 5,000,000 were piled up in racks, the butts toward us, and many of them covered with the mould which we could easily imagine would soon cover every thing left long in that damp, dank atmos- phere. Occasionally we came upon men working, bottling and corking and " disgorging" and " dosing" the wine. Eight men, the guide informed us, could bottle 1200 a day. The workmen receive five franci 32 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. • per day for their labor, which, considering that they usually die of diseases necessarily contracted in that horrible atmosphere before they reach the age of forty, certainly can not be considered high. Song and story have thrown so much romance about vine-growing regions and their inhabitants, that one who gathers his ideas of them from song and story is liable to imbibe very false views. This Champagne district, for example, in which the un- initiated and enthusiastic lover of nature and of ro- mance would hope and expect to find beautiful land- scapes, broad and smiling plains, verdant river-banks, and green and sunny hillsides, all covered with a lux- uriant growth of the vine, and peopled with a hardy, happy race, whose principal occupation after the la- bors of the day is to dance and make love, and, in overflowing foaming flagons, sing Anacreontic songs in honor of the vine, will very much disappoint him in the reality. The soil of this whole district is white and chalky, abounding in carbonate of lime, which makes it very disagreeable to the eye. This calcareous soil seems particularly adapted to the growth of the vine, the culture of which is more easy, as the earth is light, and without compactness. In fact, upon these light calcareous soils, nothing but the vine will flourish. The country is generally flat and little diversified, and when I saw it, after the vint- THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 33 age was past, and the stripped vines were rapidly falling into the " sere and yellow," it was particularly uninteresting. The vintage does not usually commence until about the middle of September, but sometimes it is completed by that time in consequence of the dry, warm weather, which hastens the ripening of the grape. The " vignerons " and their families are very much like the other peasantry in France, living in uncom- fortable stone houses, with neither front nor back yards to them, totally destitute of vines, flowers, or shrubbery, or any of that air of comfort about them which so strikes the traveller in the home of the En- glish cottager. In the whole agricultural region of France the traveller sees, as he journeys along the road, no solitary farm-houses. He travels miles and miles over cultivated lands without a mark upon them of habitation, until he reaches a village, made up of a long, straggling street, which is but a continuation of the high-road, and on each side of which are built the little, uncomfortable, unromantic, hot-looking stone houses in which the peasantry of France live. Cham- pagne, in this respect, does not differ from the rest of France ; and the fact that there are no fences or even hedges to separate the vine-growing lands from the roadside or from each other, the " motes and bounds" 2* 34 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. of each little proprietor's land being marked by piles of stones — gives the country a singularly monotonous appearance. Song and story usually convey the idea that the people in vine-growing regions are not only exceedingly happy, but exceedingly virtuous ; in fact, living evidences of the truth of the motto, " Be vir- tuous, and you' will be happy." So far as the female portion of the laboring class of the residents of the Champagne district is concern- ed, I am sorry to be under the necessity of dispelling this illusion. Is it some peculiarity in the climate, or the chalky soil which reflects back the sun's rays with such burning force ; or is it something in the wine, that makes Eeims, the great commercial, centre of Champagne, one of the most eligible fields of op- eration for the labors of the Moral Eeform Society that I have ever discovered in France or out of it ? These tall, well-formed, and pretty Champenoises who "have left their father's house" and the labor in the vineyards, and come to Eeims to work at dress-mak- ing, or to tend shop, or labor in the woollen manu- factories here, and who, with little bundles in their hands, neatly dressed, with their rich, luxuriant growth of hair unconfined by cap or bonnet, may be seen in great numbers skipping over the trottoirs about eight o'clock in the evening, on their way home from work — these young ladies, although apparently very " hap- THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 35 py," and certainly exceedingly pretty, it is said make no claims to being " virtuous." The cure who offici- ates in the splendid cathedral, whose tall, heaven- pointing towers ought to direct the attention of these young women to higher things, is said to be called upon much more frequently to baptize infants who in the worldly wisdom of knowing their own fathers are profoundly lacking, than he is of those begotten and born in accordance with the strict rules of pro- priety, virtue, law, and the Church. These are mel- ancholy facts, and may furnish interesting subjects of consideration to moral chemists and analyzers. "What is the cause of it ? Is it the wine, the chalky soil, the burning sun, or the cathedral? The highest-priced wines made in Champagne are those of L. Koederer & Co., most of which go to Eus- sia. In fact, the Widow Clicquot and Koederer have almost the entire monopoly of the Champagne trade in that country, not so much perhaps from the supe- riority of their wines as owing to the fact that there the merchant is subjected to a heavy additional tax for each additional house from which he imports. The wines sent to Germany, although less sweet than those which go to Russia, are generally of the same character. The consumption of Champagne wines in France, rel- ative to that in other countries, is extremely small — an- other evidence of the fact that " a prophet is nut with- 36 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. * out honor excepting in his own country." In Eeims itself it is not drunk to any great extent. At the tables of the " Champagne Kings " dinner is usually commenced with a via du pays, an ordinary wine of the country, followed up with a Burgundy or Bor- deaux ; and about the time the roti comes on the table the Champagne is produced, and, as a general rule, is served but two or three times to each guest. It is always served in long and very thin, and never in flat glasses. In Spain, Italy, and Switzerland, comparatively little Champagne is drunk, while in Belgium it is consumed in large quantities, the most popular brands being those of L. Eoederer, Yve. Clicquot, and De St. Marceaux. The " dry est," most vinous wines, are shipped to England, where, in point of importance (in quantity sent), the brands rank as follows: Moet & Chandon, Perrier, Jouet, Widow Clicquot, L. Eoederer, De St. Marceaux & Co., Piper & Co., Jules Mumm, Giesler & Co., Euinart pere et fils, Bollinger & Co. In point of reputation, the wines exported to England rank, however, in the following order : L. Eoederer, De St. Marceaux, Widow Clicquot, Perrier, Jouet, Pi- per & Co., Bollinger & Co. The wines exported to the United States are made expressly for that mar- ket, and are usually of a " dry," vinous description. The house of L. Eoederer, whose wine is held in such THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 37 high repute, exports very little to any American port but Boston. Champagne wines are usually considered the best about three years after the vintage ; after they attain the age of six or seven years they begin to deterio- rate. With a little practical information relative to the preservation, and the proper mode and time of preparing Champagne for the table and of drinking it, I close the " vinous " portion of this chapter. The following is in the form of a circular, issued by the house of De St. Marceaux & Co. to their customers : " To preserve the effervescence and the quality of Champagne, it is indispensable to keep the bottles ly- ing down in a cool cellar; "Lying doivn, because in any other position the cork becomes dry, loses its elasticity, and permits the gas to escape ; " In a cool cellar, because from the effect of heat the gas, in expanding, may break the bottle, or, at least, spoil the cork ; in which latter case, there is a certain loss, and always a notable change in the quality of the wine. " In order that Champagne may be drunk in the best condition, it should befrajipe, or cooled with ice, or in case there is no ice, it ought not to be brought up from the cellar except at the moment that it is to be drunk. Many persons arc in the habit of cooling their Chain- 38 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. pagpe, by emptying it into a decanter of frozen water, or by putting into the glass of wine some pieces of ice. Both of these practices evidently weaken and alter the character of the wine, since they add to it more or less water. " Ordinarily Champagne is used as a dessert wine ; this is a gastronomic error; it should be served with the meats, when the palate, properly stimulated but not yet satiated, is able to appreciate the delicate fla- vor of the wine in all its fineness." My window in the " Lion d'0r" was directly op- posite the fagade of the noble Cathedral of Reims. This edifice, in point of completeness and unity of de- sign, united with elegance and beauty in execution, is the finest, I think, of the Gothic ecclesiastical edifices of France. Unlike most of these, it was the design of a single mind, and was commenced and finished under the eye of the designer. It is said that a Christian church was erected upon the spot now occupied by the cathedral, in the year 401, upon the ruins of a temple of Yenus or Cybele. Clovis, the first of the Christian kings of France, is supposed to have been here bap- tized by St. Eemy. In 1210 the building was destroy- ed by fire, and the present edifice commenced the fol- lowing year, in accordance with the designs of, and un- der the supervision of, the architect, Robert de Coucy, of Reims. It was completed in thirty years, and, with THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 39 the exception of St. Paul's Cathedral, commenced and finished in thirty-five years by Christopher Wren, it is the only ecclesiastical structure of any note in Europe which has been completed during the life of the de- signer. St. Peter's in Eome required one hundred and forty-five years, and its erection ran through the reigns of nineteen popes, and employed the services of twelve successive architects. In 1481 another fire occurred, which destroyed the roof and melted 33,000 pounds of bell-metal. In 1791 the Convention caused to be placed over the main portal of the cathedral the fol- lowing inscription : " Temple of Reason — The French People recognize a Supreme Being and the Immor- tality of the Soul." This was obliterated six years aft- erward, and the cathedral restored to its original use. The exterior is adorned with statues and bas-re- liefs ; nearly six hundred of the former surrounding the three magnificent portals in the facade. Over the side door is a design which, in spite of the seriousness of the subject, struck me as inexpressibly funny. It is intended to represent the "Last Judgment," and the Divine Judge is seated in a large arm-chair, while around and below him are rising from their coffins (which resemble stone bathing-tubs) the dwellers upon earth, in different stages of nudity. On the left, a long- tailed and horned devil is pitching head foremost into a caldron below, and around which flames are rising, 40 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. an unfortunate youth who was found on the left side, but whose chance of boiling seemed rather small, as the caldron was already full to running over with little unbaptized babies. Another devil was drawing toward the caldron, by a long chain which he had thrown around them, a number of monks and priests. The interior is marvellously rich and beautiful, the light streaming through the rose and stained windows in many-colored hues. The grand rose of the facade is unquestionably the finest in France. But it was from its historical associations that the interior of this grand and gorgeous temple was in- teresting to me. It was here that all the kings of France, from Philip Augustus, in 1179, to Charles the Tenth, with the exception of Henry the Fourth and Louis the Eighteenth, were crowned. Could these massive stone pillars be animated with life, what tales could they tell, what graphic descriptions give of the gayly-dressed and gallant courtiers', of the beautiful and noble ladies, of the imposing ceremonies which have passed before them ! As I stood in the chancel of this splendid cathedral, a vision rose before me, and a pro- cession of kings and queens and courtiers, and high- born, bejewelled, fair, and noble dames, seemed to pass me by, and among them all shone brightly the sweet, enthusiastic face of the inspired Maid of Orleans, who, with her sacred banner in her hand, came here in ful- THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 41 fillment of her prediction that she would see Charles the Seventh "crowned king at Keims." It was principally due to the fact that Eeims was one of the cradles of Christianity in France that it was chosen for the consecration of her kings. It was here also that the Saint Ampoule, or holy flask of oil, brought by a dove from heaven and given to St. Eemy at the baptism of Clovis, was kept, and this was used at the consecrating ceremonies. This flask was publicly broken by a sans culotte during the Revolu- tion ; but by some means it was renewed, and appear- ed again at the coronation of Charles the Tenth. The tribunals of Reims have a way of administer- ing justice which strikes me rather favorably, and which I would commend to the attention of the chalk- and-water drinking communities in other parts of the world. On the street corner opposite my hotel I ob- served some freshly-printed placards posted up ; and as any thing new began to be interesting, I imme- diately rushed over to read them. They proved to be some recent judgments of the Tribunal of Police in Reims, and I would recommend their perusal to police judges and legislators. The first was against Fran- chise Marguerite Boisse, who, it seems, probably think- ing that the milk which came from her cows was too rich for the stomachs of the Reimois, had added to eight litres, or about two gallons of it, a quart of wa- 42 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. m ter, and sold the compound as milk. This fact having ^ been established, Francoise was sentenced to pay a fine of a hundred francs, suffer the confiscation of her com- pound, and to pay the cost of fifty copies of the decree, which should be posted up in the town, and one par- ticularly kept posted upon her door during the period of three months. Two other judgments followed this : one of a coal-dealer, who, for putting in his sacks of coal a quantity of stones to " make weight," was fined fifty francs and sentenced to twenty days' imprison- ment ; and the other of a butcher, in whose posses- sion, and exposed for sale, was found a quantity of meat which was un peu trop haut, and for which he was sentenced to three months' imprisonment and a heavy fine. This rigid administration of j ustice seems to apply to large as well as small matters. One of the best-known houses in Eeims is that of L. Eoederer. In the early part of last year some young and enter- prising men who desired to establish themselves in the Champagne trade, and who considered that it would be a great advantage to them to commence business under the prestige of a well-known name, adopted the following expedient : Finding at Strasbourg a young man named Theophile Eoederer, they immediately in- duced him to come to Eeims, where they established a house, placing him at the head of it, known as "Eoe- derer & Co. :" and this brand was placed upon their THE BUBBLES OF CHAMPAGNE. 43 wine. The old established house of Roederer brought an action against them for " concurrence ittegale" or " il- legal opposition," and, after hearing all the facts, the Court decided that, not only must the new firm place upon their labels the first name of its head, but must also give in good-sized readable figures the date at which their house was established, so that there would be no danger of confounding it with the original firm. I had been at Reims more than a week, and it was time to return to Paris. I took a last glance at the noble cathedra], jumped into the omnibus, and started for the station, not neglecting, however, to take a look from the omnibus window at the pretty, neatly-dress- ed, and well - formed Champenoises as they tripped along the street, and whose bright eyes and handsome features might have made sad havoc in the breast of a more susceptible man. CHAPTER II. TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. The Baths of Hombourg. — Hombourg and its Surroundings. — The In- ducement to Visitors. — The great Gaming-hell of Europe. — The Kursaal. — The Game of "Roulette." — My early Experiences. — "Systems," and an Exposure of their Fallacy. — The Scene at the Tables. — The Rouge-et-noir. — Large Winnings. — The Countess Kisselef. — Tricks of Sharpers. — Profits of the Games. HPHE following advertisement — in all the glory of -*- staring capitals — appears daily in the Paris news- papers : " The saline, muriatic waters of Hombourg are recommend- ed by the most celebrated medical men as an efficacious rem- edy against maladies of the stomach, the intestines, and the liver. " The calm and freshness of the surrounding country, the sharp, pure air of the mountains, the magnificence of the for- ests, which form the belt of Hombourg, the variety of excur- sions and promenades, all unite in aiding the re-establishment of health. " The new Kursaal, so remarkable for its grand facade, in the Florentine style, unites in its interior the conversation and reading rooms, the grand ball and concert room, and the res- taurant. " The excellent orchestra performs three times a day : in the morning, at the spring ; in the afternoon and evening, in the gardens of the Kursaal. " During the month of September, Italian opera — extraor- dinary representations of Mademoiselle Adelina Patti, with the aidfcof Mesdames Marchisio, Trebelli, Bellini, etc. " Foreign families will find at Hombourg a great number of TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 45 villas and hotels, furnished in the most luxurious and comfort- able style." True — all true to the letter, but, as the sequel will show, not the whole truth. Hombourg is certainly a most charming watering-place, where nature and art seem to have vied with each other to realize the idea of an earthly paradise. It is situated nine miles from what was for centuries, and has continued until re- cently to be, the " free city of Frankfort," the great money-mart of the Continent, but which now, thanks to Bismarck and the needle-gun, has degenerated into a third-rate Prussian town. On one side of it rise the blue Taunus Mountains, from whose summits invigora- ting breezes blow down, and on the other stretches far away toward the Main a broad, extended, fertile plain, dotted with pretty farm-houses, whose roofs rise isola- ted, like ships, from out a sea of grain. On the mount- ain-side are thick, dark forests of oak and pine, beneath whose shade long, level, cool, delightful walks and drives lead up to the very mountain summit, and at convenient distances are several little German villages, in which the people still retain their queer, ancient dress and customs, the women wearing the odd-looking Ger- man cap, and skirts of even more than fashionable brevity, and the men remarkable swallow-tailed blue coats, with the waists in the immediate vicinity of the shoulders; here are lakes, on whoso fair bosoms swans 46 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. are floating; charming little bosquets in which, without much stretch of the imagination, mischievous, wicked Cupids may be supposed to flit from branch to branch ; parks filled with tame deer, which accept with pleasure their daily bread from the hand of the visitor ; five mineral springs, whose waters are recommended as sovereign in all diseases of the stomach and liver : one might readily imagine that all these advantages of lav- ish nature, and of art as lavish, were sufficient to entice searchers after rest, health, or recreation to Hombourg. But it is neither the blue Taunus, nor the pure air, nor the darkling forests of oak, nor the sweet exhalations of the pine, borne on the wings of the summer breeze, nor the queer caps and swallow-tailed coats, nor the gardens and lawns, nor flowers, nor swans, nor Cupids, nor deer, nor even the world-renowned invigorating waters — it is not any or all of these combined — that form the principal inducement to the fifteen or twenty thousand people who spend a portion of the summer at Hombourg. A more powerful, irresistible attraction than any of these — a fascination which, once yielded to, holds, and binds, and charms, until it destroys its vic- tim — draws the large majority of those who visit this, the most extensive and dangerous of the public gam- ing-hells of Europe. And, in this, the advertisement fails. No one unfamiliar with the great and striking " specialty " of Hombourg need ever imagine, from TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 47 its perusal, that here so many pockets were annually drained, so many hearts and hopes crushed, so many ambitions destroyed, so many bright dreams changed to sad, hard realities. Fronting upon the main street of the town, in the Florentine style of architecture, is the magnificent Kursaal, the temple of Fortune. En- tering a spacious vestibule, treading upon a floor of rich- ly-wrought mosaic, the visitor, after passing through a corridor, suddenly finds himself in a salon of palatial proportions and splendor. The carved and gilded walls and ceiling are massive ; while immense mirrors, sofas, and chairs of damask, and heavy curtains of the richest satin, line the sides. A jingling of gold and silver falls upon the ear, mingled with the rattle of a ball ; the subdued hum of voices from the devotees, broken upon by the louder tones of the high-priests of this mammon worship, uttering their oft-repeated and well-learned formula, "Faites voire jeu, messieurs! le jeu est-ilfait? Rien ne va jilus /"* As he crosses the threshold, the visitor is expected respectfully and reverently to remove his hat, for he is in the inner temple, the sanctum sanctorum of the fickle Diva, and in full view, at either end of the salon, are her al- tars — the tables devoted to rovrje-et-noir and roulet/' . It is to be hoped that the reader, whether " gentle" * Make your game, gentlemen ! Is the game nnule ? Nothing more go> ' 48 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. or " simple," will never mistakenly prove himself the latter by indulging in and yielding to the fascinations of either of these games. And if " forewarned is to be forearmed," it shall not be my fault if he do ; for I have had experience in both and in others, and, in my pride of youth, fondly believed that I could circum- vent, and coax, and win to my embraces the blind goddess, " who flatters but to destroy." I shall never forget my initiation into the mysteries of roulette. It was many years ago, upon a Long Island race-course, where an individual in a white hat, half covered with crape, a very flash vest and extravagant guard-chain, was inviting custom by the not very attractive assur- ance to his prospective victims that "the more they put down, the less they would pick up." So far as the fact was concerned, he was perfectly correct, and it must have been that there was a vein of honesty running through his nature which would not permit him to lend himself to a deception. The wheel he used was a "twenty-eight roulette," with "advan- tages" to the bank of a "single" and " double zero," and an " eagle " — three in thirty-one, or a little less than ten per cent. But when it is understood that, besides these apparent and legitimate advantages, the wheel was what is known to the initiated as a "snap- per," and that by simply touching a little concealed spring the honest individual in the white hat and TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 49 flash vest could cause the ball to drop into " red " or " black " at pleasure, it requires no very intimate knowledge of the doctrine of probabilities to perceive that the prospect of winning at that game was "poor indeed." I know that all the pocket-money I had been saving for months disappeared like dew in a June morning, and that I was obliged to content my- self with short commons of candy and cinnamon ci- gars for a long time afterward. It is not probable that at Hombourg the game of roulette is played with such a certainty of profit to the bank and loss to the player, but, on the contrary, the legitimate advantages are considerably less than they are at Baden-Baden, where the " percentage " of the bank is derived from a " single " and " double zero," while at Hombourg the former only militates against the player. The game is played upon a long table, covered with green cloth, around which the players sit or stand. In the centre of the table is a large hole, in which the roulette is fixed. This consists of a mov- able cylinder, the periphery of which is divided into thirty-seven compartments, severally numbered from to 36, and separated from each other by little wires of brass. The cylinder is put in motion by a push against one of the four branches, forming a cross, which surmounts it. During its movement a little ivory ball is thrown in the opposite direction ; and this spinning 3 50 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. round for a minute or more upon the immovable part of the apparatus, finally falls into one of the thirty- seven compartments. These, besides containing each a number, alternate in color— one being " red," the next " black," and so around the entire circumference of the cvlinder. Upon the number into which the ball falls depends the winning or losing of all the stakes upon the table. At either end of the tapis vert, on each side of the cylinder, the thirty-seven numbers which it contains are painted in three columns, and the other chances which may be staked upon designated. The diagram on the opposite page, exhibiting the roulette and the tapis vert, will show the arrangement of the numbers and the other chances of the game, and a reference to it will render perfectly intelligible the explanations which are to follow. Now although, at first view, roulette appears to be an exceedingly complicated game, it is in reality a very simple one. The basis of it — the principle on which it depends — is the evident fact that the ball, having been whirled by the finger of the operator around the cylinder, must finally fall into one of the compartments of the wheel ; of these there are thirty-seven, and the object of the player, who wishes to bet upon single numbers, is of course to hit the winning one. In order 10 simplify the explanation of the chances at roulette, TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 51 bx 1 2 fanque. 8 3 b % 4 5 6 7 1 8 9 10 I 11 12 a. Impair. 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 Rouge. 25 26 27 f % 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 IstD (■n 2dD[3dD C*) (0 1st C2d C 3d C (0 1 stl ) 2dD 3dD (9 (a) " Outs "(manque), from one to eighteen, inclusive ; (b) " pasl " (jmssi), from eighteen to thirty-six, inclusive ; (V) even numbers (pair) ; (d)odd numbers (impair) ; (e) red (iinnjc or com& '«•) ; (f) black (>wir) ; I lirsr twelve numbers; (h) second twelve numbers ; (i)third twelve numbers; (j) first column ; (k) second column ; (1) third column. 52 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. let it be supposed that a florin — the smallest sum per- mitted to be staked at Hombourg — be placed by thirty- seven different players, one upon each number on the tapis. One of these must evidently be the winning number, while all the rest must lose. Let it be sup- posed that the ball, after spinning until it loses its mo- mentum, drops into compartment " six," which is de- clared the winning number. The croupier then takes the florin from each one of the other numbers, amount- ing to thirty-six florins, and pays thirty -five of them to the fortunate better upon " six," the winning num- ber. Were the game a perfectly even one, did the bank have no "advantage" other than the player, it will be readily seen that the latter should in this case receive thirty-six instead of thirty-five florins. But here is exhibited the " percentage," which exists in all banking games, and which at Hombourg provides the means for gilding and furnishing these splendid salons, and keeping in order these magnificent gardens. This "percentage," as will be seen, is one in thirty-seven, or two and twenty-six thirty-sevenths per cent. To make still plainer this matter of "percentage" which ob- tains in all banking games, and which is but little un- derstood by the uninitiated, let it be supposed that a single player at roulette should place an equal amount, say one florin, upon each number from zero to thirty- six, inclusive, it is evident that he will win upon one, TRENTE ET QUARAXTE AT HOMBOUKG. 53 and lose on all the others. Now were the game play- ed without any " percentage " or " advantage " to the bank, the banker should take the money from each and all of the losing numbers, and place it upon the win- ning one. The player would then receive thirty-six florins in addition to the one he placed upon the win- ning number ; and this making up the amount he had staked upon them all, he might thus continue playing without profit or loss to the end of time. But as at present the game is arranged,' the player would lose one florin at each turn of the wheel, and in this man- ner the bank would, sooner or later, eat up the largest capital, without the player having the slightest possi- ble chance of winning. Now although, of course, no player would be silly enough to bet in this manner, where it is palpable that he must lose and can not win, it must be borne in mind that, even though he bet upon but a single number, this same percentage, or advan- tage, of the bank, which can not in any manner be avoided, still remains, and that it must in time absorb his capital in the bank. Suppose a player to bet upon a single number during a whole day, week, month, or year; — now the probability is, that, as there are thirt}'- seven numbers, one of which must win at each turn of the wheel, each one will make its appearance once in thirty-seven times. But should this be literally exemplified in the turning of the wheel, our player 54 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. in each series of thirty-seven, during which he would lose thirty-six times and win once, would still be the loser of one florin ; as in the thirty-six times that he lost he would lose thirty -six florins, while the one win- ning would bring him back but thirty -five. Of course the chances never run so regularly as they are sup- posed to do in this case, but it none the less illustrates the principle. Besides betting upon a single number, the player may divide his stakes among several ; may bet upon any of the three columns, containing twelve numbers each, or upon the first, second, or third series of twelve numbers, being paid double if he win, or may play upon rouge or noir, pair or impair, which , designate the odd or even numbers upon manque and passe, the former comprising the numbers from one to eighteen, inclusive, the latter, from nineteen to thirty-six. It is a singular scene, one of these gaming-tables. Around it, from eleven in the morning until eleven at night, sit or stand the players, an exceedingly "mixed " assemblage, gazing with covetous eyes upon the piles of gold and silver placed before the bankers, and watching with intensest interest the fluctuating chances of the game. There are males and females, old and young, leaders in the grand monde, and leaders and satellites in the demi-monde; people who play be- cause they have plenty of money, and wish to amuse TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 55 themselves, and people who play because they have but little money, and want more. There are noblemen and titled ladies in abundance, and there are trades- men and professional men and gamblers, all sitting or standing, and elbowing, and brought into the closest contact with each other. There are hard-faced people, men and women, sitting at the tables, who live year in and out at Hombourg, and make gambling a profes- sion. These are usually persons who have small, fixed incomes, and who flatter themselves that they have discovered " systems " by which the games can be beaten, and the cruel divinity of chance circumvented, and who frequently sit for hours carefully noting the numbers as they appear at roulette, or pricking with a pin upon cards furnished for the purpose the winning color at rouge-et-noir, waiting for the combination to arrive which is embraced in their " system." These "systems" for winning at the bank are nu- merous, but are all based upon the fallacy that chance is guided by law, which, if there be any such thing as " chance," is a contradiction in terms. The simplest and most apparent "system" for winning at a bank- ing game — one which appears palpable and positive to the uninitiated player — is that of commencing with a small stake, and doubling it until it wins, when it is evident that the player will be the gainer by the amount of his original stake. But there are three 56 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. formidable obstacles barring the way to the success of this plan ; could these be removed, the plan would be an excellent one, and one which would assuredly ruin all the gaming-tables of the world. The first of these is the lack of sufficient capital to enable an ordinary player to endure the losses. Suppose a player at rou- lette, for example, in the application of this "system," should commence by staking a five-franc piece upon one of the " simple chances," say, to simplify the mat- ter, upon " red," and suppose that " red " should lose, as red or black not unfrequently does, twenty times in succession ; — his last stake would, in this case, amount to 2,621,440 francs, and the entire amount lost in the twenty bets .to 5,241,915, or about a^million dollars. It is only the old schoolboy illustration of the nails in the horseshoe, on a little larger scale. If the play- er were able to commence with a very small stake, were there no limit to the amount which he should be allowed to bet, it is evident that with an unlimited capital he could, by this " system," inevitably and surely win. But the bank is too wise to permit this, and the stakes at all banking games are limited at either extremity with a "minimum," below which, and a "maximum," above which no stake will be accepted. At Hombourg the minimum at roulette is fixed at one, and at rouge-et-noir, two florins; and the maximum upon the "simple chances" at roulette is TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 57 four thousand, and at rouge-et-noir five thousand six hundred florins; so that a player commencing with the minimum at the former, would only need to lose twelve consecutive bets to attain the maximum, where he would be obliged, if he followed out his system, to return to his original stake, after having lost four thousand and eighty-three florins in the attempt to win one, which is all he would have done, had he at any time in the series of twelve gained a single stake. A little practical experience in this matter of winning at a banking game by " doubling " will soon con- vince any one, to his cost, of the impracticability of the "system." But, besides the obstacles mentioned, there is another, which no amount of care, circum- spection, or boldness can overcome — the " percent- age" of the bank — the fact that when "zero" appears at roulette, or the refait at rouge-et-noir, all parties on all sides and colors lose. This is sufficient alone to ruin all calculations, and destroy all probabilities of ever permanently winning by a "system." Another exceedingly plausible " system " of win- ning at a banking game is one based upon the theory of the "equilibrium of chances," embraced in the aphorism that, " within a given period, two simple chances will appear an equal number of times." The practical application of this system, the infallibility of which an author, who has recentlv published a 3* 58 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. book of advice to players, showing them how they can surely win, says is "as certain as the return of clay after night," is playing upon " color," or any other simple chance, when it has either not appeared at all in a certain number of times, or when it is far in arrears of its opposite. If, for example, in a hun- dred turns of the roulette, " black " had appeared but twenty times, and " red " eighty, the player upon this " system " would, with the idea of " restoring the equi- librium," commence betting and doubling upon the black. But in this " system" there is no more certain- ty than in any of the others. It is probable, although by no means certain, or capable of demonstration, either theoretically or practically, that the -axiom as- sumed is correct, that were a man to live to the age of Methuselah, and should he in his earliest youth commence tossing a penny in the air, and continue this amusement during sixteen hours a day up to the time of his death — it is probable, although by no means positive, that during this long period of time nearly an equal number of " heads " and " tails" must have made their appearance. But the attempt prac- tically to apply this theory of " equilibrium " to any limited space of time — to hours, days, or even years — is, as any one can easily satisfy himself by trying it, a simple absurdity. Still more palpable and inviting to a young player TREXTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 59 is the idea that after a " simple chance " has lost a considerable number of times consecutively, it must soon win. If, for example, at roulette, the " red " has appeared at eight successive turns of the wheel, it seems evident to the superficial calculator £hat the piobabilities are strongly in favor of "black" on the next turn, and the temptation to bet upon it is to the neophyte almost irresistible. But this is a fatal error. Chance is subject to a certain degree of calculation, guided to a certain extent by mathematical law. Be- fore the penny has been tossed, the chances are ex- actly equal that it will fall with "head" or "tail" uppermost, but the probability is as three to one, that "heads " will not appear twice in succession — as seven to one against three consecutive appearances, as fif- teen to one against four, and so on in arithmetical progression. But when these probabilities have been surmounted, when the penny actually has fallen with the " head " up at four successive tosses, the chances again become exactly equal that it will fall "head" or " tail " upon the fifth, there being, after the former has been made, no connection between the fourth and fifth toss. The same rule applies to roulette or rouge- et-noir. Before the turn of the wheel, the chances are as 255 to 1 that red or black will not win eight times in succession ; but, having done so, upon the ninth tarn the probabilities are relatively just what they tiU AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. were on the first, and the chances of red or black win- ning or losing exactly equal. One of the most favorite of the " systems" played at Hombourg and Baden-Baden, both against roulette and rouge-et-noir, and one the plausibility of which is particularly striking, is that known as the " decom- posed eight." The theory of this system is, that no eight coups will come in precisely the same order twice in succession. Thus, for example : if at roulette, dur- ing eight consecutive turns of the wheel, " red " has appeared twice, then "black" twice, then "red" once, and "black" three times, the player of the "decom- posed eight " is prepared to back his opinion that the next eight turns will not yield precisely the same re- sult in exactly the same order. To profit by this, he bets the minimum of one florin upon the " black." If it wins, his object is accomplished; his "system" is verified ; he has won his florin, and prepares to attack the following eight coups in the same man- ner. But should it lose, he then, nothing daunted, places two florins upon the " black ;" if that lose, four upon the " red ;" that losing, eight upon the " red ;" then sixteen upon the "black;" and thus doubling each time he loses, and always in opposition to the corresponding turn in the previous series of eight. It will be readily seen that, in accordance with this system, unless the two series of eight do successively TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 61 appear in precisely the same order, the player must, at some time before he reaches the last number of the second series, win one florin. A diagram will ren- der this perfectly plain. Suppose the first series of eight to have appeared, and be marked as follows: BLACK. I RED. In such case the player would exactly reverse this order, and make his bets as follows : BLACK. RED. 62 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. This system, upon which a book has been written, showing how, with a capital of two hundred and fifty- six florins, a certain and sure profit of sixty florins a day may be made at roulette, is, however, as fallacious as any of the others. Its plausibility is very much heightened by the assumed irregularity of the coups in the series of eight against which it is proposed to be played. In principle, it would be precisely the same to assume that after "black "had appeared eight times in succession, it could not immediately appear eight times more. The second series of eight is quite as likely to follow the first, in what may be called ir- regular, as in regular order : it is just as probable that in sixteen turns of the wheel the last series-of eiarht should be the same as the first, as that "red" or "black," or any other "simple chance," should ap- pear sixteen times in succession, which it does by no means unfrequently. There are many other more or less complicated " systems," professors of which are found ready to teach them to verdant pupils at all the gaming-hells of Europe. It may be safely said, however, that all are based upon fallacies, and that, at least while the bank retains its " percentage," and limits the players to a " maximum " and " minimum," no banking game can be beaten by a "system." The rouge-et-noir, or trente et quarante, as the game TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 63 is indiscriminately entitled, is not so well known in the United States as the roulette. It is, however, the principal attraction at Baden-Baden and Hombourg, and is played with six packs of cards, shuffled and mixed together, the players sitting or standing around a table covered with green cloth. In the centre is placed the dealer, and opposite him and at either end the croupiers, whose duty it is to assist the players in placing their stakes, to see that no errors are made, and to push or pull in the lost money with long wooden rakes. Upon one side of the table a diamond- shaped piece of red cloth is inserted ; upon the oppo- site side a black one. The players desiring to " back " the red, place their money upon the former; those having faith in the black, on the latter. The dealer encourages the players with the formula which, like a parrot, he repeats from hour to hour, scarcely ever varying its monotony with another word — " Faites votre jeu, messieurs — -faites votre jeu ;" and as he sees all the money placed he declares "Lejeu est fait ;" and then, commencing to turn off the cards, closes with " Rien ne va plus" after which all bets made are null and void. In dealing the cards, he places them upon the table, counting aloud the spots as he does so, the court cards being valued at ten each, and all the oth- ers at the number of spots which they bear. The dealer must continue turning and counting until he 64 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. reaches at least thirty-one, and can not go beyond forty. The first series, between thirty-one and forty, counts for the " black," and this being completed, he turns off another for the " red." The one which ap- proaches the nearest to thirty-one is the winning series. To make this plainer, suppose, for example, the first se- ries of cards to be turned off in the following order : These, as will be seen, count in the aggregate thir- ty-three, and this, exceeding thirty-one, completes the series for the "black," and the dealer then commen- ces with the second series for the " red." Suppose this to appear in the following order : ♦ + ♦JO 9 V $ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ V * * + ♦ j Jf/Afp^ A » v ♦ HSri & A ♦ ♦ This, the " red " series, counting in the aggregate thirty-four, and this being farther removed from "thir- ty-one" than the first series, the "black" wins; the dealer declares that "rouge perd" and all the bets made upon the first or " black " series are paid, while TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 65 those upon the last or " red " series are raked in to swell the capital of the bank. Another mode of bet- ting at rouge-et-noir is upon "color," or against it. These bets are decided by the color of the last card turned in the winning series. If the " black," or first series, wins, and the last card turned in that series is a black one, as in the diagram given above, then "color" wins; but if it be a red card, then "color" loses ; the winning of " color " depending upon the last card in the winning series being of the same color as the winning series itself. The " advantage " to the bank at rouge-et-noir is known as the re/ait. Should, for example, each of the series count thirty-two, or any equal number between that and forty, the bets upon either side are a " stand-off," that is, they neither win nor lose, and the players may resume or change them at pleasure. If, however, each of the series should count thirty-one, then all the bets upon both sides are placed "in prison," depending upon the next turn for being taken out or lost — this being in reality equivalent to taking one-half of each stake upon the table. At Hombourg, however, the bank relinquishes a portion of its advantages, and contents itself with a demi re/ait, the stakes being only placed "in prison" when the last card of the last series is a black one. The refait of thirty-one is calculated to occur about once in thirty-eight times, which gives the bank a 66 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. percentage of about two and two-thirds, which is re- duced at Hombourg by the demi refait to just half this amount. The fact that there is a smaller "percentage" against the player at rouge-et-noir than at roulette, to- gether with that that the bank is larger, renders it the more popular of the two games. As the minimum permitted to be staked is two florins, and the maxi- mum five thousand six hundred, the play is usually much higher than at roulette ; and as the game is con- sidered more "respectable," it attracts usually a bet- ter class of players, whose piles of gold and heaps of paper money are scattered about the table. The "bank" amounts to 150,000 francs, and that at rou- lette to 80,000. These are not unfrequently "broken" by high players when others of the same amount are put up ; for in spite of all the obstacles in the way of winning, notwithstanding the decided "advantages" in favor of the bank, capital, boldness, and good for- tune not unfrequently overcome them, and result in large profits. During the time I was at Hombourg a Russian arrived there with a capital of two thou- sand francs. In the course of a week he had broken the bank several times, and was a winner to the amount of 800,000 francs. He was, however, ambi- tious to swell this to a million, and, in his attempt to accomplish this, lost the whole, so that the administra- TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 67 tion was obliged to give him a hundred francs with which to get away from Hombourg, which was paid out of a fund kept and nursed by the administra- tion for the benefit of those unfortunate individuals who "come after wool," and are so thoroughly "shorn." Such cases as that of the Kussian are by no means uncommon, and form the capital of a considerable por- tion of the daily gossip of the place. There are others, and more melancholy ones, of men and women who have been wealthy, but whose passion for play has been their ruin, and who, having lost their all, still hang about the tables, their eyes and ears pleased with the sparkle and jingle of gold and silver, and their hopes buoyed up with the impression that they may be able to beg or borrow from some fortunate player a small stake, with which they may finally re- trieve their losses. Occasionally some poor fellow who has lost all but his brains, concluding that these will not be of much further practical use to him, dis- turbs for a few minutes the quiet progress of the game by blowing them out with a pistol. But such little incidents as these only increase the stock of in- teresting gossip, and the ball goes on spinning as briskly as ever. The oldest and most celebrated hahitue of the gaming-tables of Hombourg is the Countess Kisselef, wife of the former Russian minister to Rome. She is 68 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. an old lad j of seventy, and a long time since her pas- sion for play became so great that her husband in- formed her that she must either give up it or him. She chose the latter alternative, and went to Hom- bourg, where she has lived for the last ten or twelve years, spending almost her entire day at the roulette table. She is a cripple, and unable to walk, and every morning at eleven, when the game commences, she is wheeled up to the Kursaal in a bath-chair, and hob- bling in upon crutches, or leaning on the arms of her servants, takes her place at the table, where she sits till six, when she goes to dinner, returning at eight, and playing till eleven o'clock. And this routine of life continues week-days and Sundays, summer and winter, year in and year out ; and the old lady, who is evidently fast fading out, will, in all probability, drop off some day between two spins of the roulette wheel, and as the croupier appropriately announces, u Le jeu est fait — rien ne va plus/" She is said to have lost some ten millions of florins, or about four millions of dollars, and the administration counts upon her as being worth at least five hundred thousand florins a year to the bank. Some years since she built a block of houses and opened a new street in Hom- bourg, to which her name was given ; but houses and lots were long since swallowed up, and have gone to feed the insatiable maw of the demon of gaming. TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 69 Two valuable practical lessons may be learned by a little observation, study, and reflection at such a place as Hombourg. The first is that persons who play against the games slowly and systematically, con- tenting themselves with losing or winning only a cer- tain amount daily, are sure in the end to be losers by the "percentage" or "advantage" which the game possesses. The other is that, except in rare instances, those who make sudden and large winnings usually play until they have lost them all again. The fasci- nation of play is so overwhelming, the excitement so pleasing and so powerful, that the winner, elated with his good fortune, sees no reason why it should not last forever ; and having fixed no limit at which he will cease playing, continues until he has lost all. Keep- ers of gaming-houses count even more upon the pas- sions of players than upon the legitimate advantages of their games — upon the fact that a winner is desir- ous of winning more, and a loser of retrieving his losses, and that both have but one fixed and positive stopping-place — the bottom of their purses. Besides the amateur and professional gamesters at Hombourg, are others who gain a livelihood by keep- ing the run of the games upon little cards furnished for the purpose, and selling them to those who desire the information ; then there are broken-down players, who hang about the tables, awaiting an opportunity 70 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. to pick up a " straggler" or " sleeper" — a stake which its legitimate owner neglects or forgets. Sharpers, who take other people's money when occasion offers, and who even play tricks upon the bank itself, are permitted to remain in the rooms until they are fairly detected, when they are banished the premises. The croupiers, of whom there are six at each roulette, and four at each rouge-et-noir table, keep a sharp watch, and are familiar with most of the "dodges" resorted to to swindle the bank ; yet occasionally some enter- prising sharper succeeds in beating it upon a very cer- tain basis. One day during my summer residence at Hombourg, a very respectable-looking man placed upon the " red " at rouge-et-noir a rouleau, which, being put up in blue paper, resembled in size, form, and general appearance the rouleaux of fifty silver florins each which the bank frequently pays out. The " red" lost; and the croupier -was about raking in the rou- leau, when the better remarked that he would prefer to keep it, and handed at the same time five bills of ten florins each to the croupier, who, accepting them as an equivalent, pushed back with his rake the rou- leau. The better allowed it still to remain upon the " red," which at the next turn of the cards won, when the croupier, in payment, handed him the five ten-florin bills which the better had just paid him. The better, however, objected to this; and breaking open the TRENTE ET QUARANTE AT HOMBOURG. 71 rouleau, exposed, instead of fifty silver florins, fifty quintuple gold Napoleons of a hundred francs each, for which he demanded an equal sum in payment. The croupier objected, stating that, in exchange for the rouleau when it was lost, the better had given him but fifty florins, thus leading him to believe that to be the amount which it contained. To this proposition the better replied that that was not his affair; that, in placing the rouleau upon the table, he had made no declaration as to how much or how little he had staked ; that the croupier, when it lost, had a perfect right, and that, indeed, it was his duty to have taken it ; that if he had blindly consented to accept fifty florins in its stead, that was simply an evidence of his neglect of the interests of the bank; but that now it had won, it must be paid. The matter being referred to the administration, it was decided that the better was right in theory, and the value of the rouleau being paid him, he was politely requested never to grace again the splendid salons of the Kursaal with his presence, while the croupiers were instructed to take all rouleaux which were lost instead of their presumed equivalents. A few days afterward an exceedingly clever swin- dle was practiced at the roulette table. A highly re- 3pectable looking old gentleman, with a decided mil- itary air, and wearing a decoration in his button-hole, 72 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. took a seat at the table and placed a gold Napoleon upon a single number. It lost, and he placed a second upon another number. This lost also, and he contin- ued betting and losing half a dozen Napoleons, when a young man came rushing up to the table in great haste and placed a silver florin upon " thirty-sis " a second after the croupier had announced that as the winning number. As it was evident that the money had been placed after the number was declared, the croupier, informing him that he was " too late," push- ed the florin piece with his rake toward the young man. As he did this, he uncovered a gold Napoleon lying upon the same number beneath the silver florin. This the croupier also pushed off, when the- old gen- tleman with the decoration, in a storm of indignation and wrath, seized it, and placing it back upon the winning number, insisted upon its being paid. " He was not responsible," he said, "for the young man's having covered it with his florin ;" and as he seemed to be an exceedingly respectable old gentleman, and as he had been betting Napoleons, the croupiers took it for granted that all was as it appeared to be, and paid him thirty-five Napoleons. The old gentleman then, apparently highly indignant at the slight hesitation which had been exhibited about paying him, and as- serting that he would play no more with such " vo- leurs" took up his money and departed, and within TRENTE ET QUAE ANTE AT HOMBOURG. 73 the next fifteen minutes he and his young friend were probably on their way to Frankfort. A day or two after the occurrence it was ascertained that the same scene had been enacted by the same parties at Baden. The young man was, of course, the old one's accom- plice, and had placed the Napoleon upon the winning number at the same time with the florin. It is impossible to ascertain even approximately the amount of money annually lost at Hombourg, where, unlike most of the gaming establishments of Europe, the tables stand invitingly covered with sil- ver and gold, and the ball spins, and the cards are turned, and the everlasting monotonous formula, "Rienneva plus!" is heard all the year round. Some idea of it may, however, be gathered from the expenses to which the administration is subjected, and the prof- its which it derives. The gaming privilege is owned by a chartered association whose nominal capital is 3,200,000 florins, divided into shares of 250 florins each. The company pays annually to the Govern- ment a tax of 60,000 florins, lights and keeps clean the streets of Hombourg, supports the hospital there, expends three thousand francs, or about six hundred dollars a day, in keeping in good order and repair, and in constantly adding new embellishments to the grounds and buildings, pays its shareholders a divi- dend of twenty per cent, per annum, and then puts 4 74 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. aside a large amount as a sinking fund for the re- demption of the stock, which, if the gaming privilege is continued a few years longer, will have cost the shareholders nothing. It is generally supposed that, looking upon gaming as contra honos mores, the Prussian Government, which has recently come into possession of the territory of Hesse Hombourg, will not sanction its continuation ; and the administration, hotel, shop, lodging and bath house keepers are in a terrible state of anxiety, all imagining that they and their various interests and occupations will be ruined if the fascination of pla}' ceases to be the attractive inducement to the summer visitors at Hombourg. In such an event, -the large majority — the fast men and rapid women, the gam- blers and the sharpers — would of course disappear. But the Taunus would still be as blue, and the breezes blowing from its summits as fresh and exhila- rating as ever ; its waters as beneficial, its gardens and woods as romantic and lovely ; and the really " re- spectable " visitor need no longer feel that he was en- couraging by his presence, if not aiding by his pe- cuniary contributions, the continuance of an evil which, in all ages and countries, has been deemed one of the most detrimental to moral health. CHAPTER III. A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. From Zurich to Altorf. — The Falls of the Rhine. — Zurich and its Surroundings. — Vagabonds. — My Companion. — Horgen. — Outfit and Travelling-dress. — Knapsacks and Gibicieres. — The Hill above Horgen. — An unwarrantable Intrusion. — The " Falken" at Zug. — Gretchen and her Sympathy. — Arth. — Guides and Commission- naires. — The Ascent of the Rigi. — Dismal Weather. — TheKlosterli. —The Rigi Staffel.— " View" from our Windows.— The Summit of the Rigi, and the View from there. — Down toWeggis. — Lucerne. — The Lake of Lucerne. — Fluellen. — Altorf. — From Altorf to Mei- ringen. — Our pedestrian Excursion fairly commenced. — Unpropi- tious Circumstances. — Beggars in Switzerland. — The Devil's Bridge. — Realp. — The Road to the Furca. — View from the mountain Sum- mit. — Necessary Precautions. — The Glacier du Rhone. — A pedes- trian Wedding-tour. — The Grimsel. — The Valley of the Aare. — The Falls of Ilandeck. — From Meiringen to Interlaken. — A Differ- ence of Opinion, and its Results. — Warer and I separate. — A mag- nificent View. — The Glacier of Rosenlaui. — The Alpenhom. — Warerand I meet again. — Grindchvald. — Ascent of the Glacier. — An unpleasant Predicament. — The Avalanches. — The Jungfrau. — How to "share" a Mule. — Lauterbrunnen. — Termination of our Trip. — My Companion Warer. ["T was "by the margin of fair Zurich's waters, at the -*- close of a fine summer's day," that my friend Wa- rer and myself took passage upon the little boat which steams the length and breadth of the lovely lake of Zurich. We had come into Switzerland from Munich by way <>f Lindau, had crossed the lake to Constance, 76 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. had visited the Ehine-fall at Schaff hausen, where we had admired the charming cascade as it leaps and tumbles in graceful, foaming beauty over and among the limestone rocks which here dam up the Ehine, We had grumbled, and my friend had used language even more emphatic, at the persistent and successful attempts of the dwellers on the height above the fall to shut it out from view and make a peep-show of it ; and we had laughed heartily at the turgid enthusiasm of Klopstock, and still more heartily at the note in our Baedeker informing us that "this magnificent cataract, though far inferior in volume and height, is - considered by some to surpass the celebrated falls of Niagara in North America." To one- who has seen Niagara (which by the way never fell to the lot of Klopstock or Baedeker), any comparison of the Ehine-fall with it is simply ludicrous. We had spent two days in Zurich, had explored its queer old streets, had ascended the heights above it, from which is obtained a fine panoramic view of the town, with the green and rapid Limmat running through it. We had strolled for hours upon the borders of that calmest and loveliest of Swiss lakes ; and my companion, with his artistic glance, and myself, with an eye ever freely open to the beautiful in na- ture, had gazed in silent admiration, not unmingled with awe, upon the lofty snow -crowned Alpine A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 77 peaks, which tower like giant sentinels guarding its slumbers. We had provided ourselves here with the necessa- ry articles for our journey, had paid our bill to mine host of the Sonne, and considered ourselves fully pre- pared for a month's foot-tramp among the Swiss mountains, as we stepped, on the afternoon of the last day of August, at four o'clock, on board the boat which was to bear us to a place with the musical name of Horgen, about fifteen miles from Zurich, on the lake, and at which point we purposed commencing our pe- destrian tour. I have now, always had, and hope I always shall have, a liking for " vagabonds :" for that large class of unpractical fellows, made up in great part of artists, students, and literary men, whose lack of worldly wisdom is more than compensated for by their warm, impulsive, generous natures ; whose hearts still remain young, and fresh, and warm when the crow's-feet of time are making lasting marks upon their faces; whose faith in man and wom- an has not yet been destroyed by their hard ex- perience in life, but who still believe that there is goodness, and purity, and love, and a friendship un- uncontrolled by selfish interest; whose creed in this matter is so fully expressed in the lines of Frances Kernblc : « 78 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. ' ' Better trust and be deceived, And weep this trust, and that deceiving, Than doubt one heart which if believed, Had blessed one's life with true believing : Oh this mocking world ! too fast The doubting fiend o'ertakes our youth : Better be cheated to the last Than lose the blessed hope of truth. " I like men " unstable as water " — even though they do not excel in what' most of the world deems " excellence." My friend and companion was one of these un- stable, steadfast men. The child of " poor but hon- est parents," he had followed the tide of emigration to California, where he had spent several years " dig- ging " in the mines, or farming, or writing funny things for newspapers. Among the grand mountains and green and flowery valleys of California, his artistic nature had been developed, and his fine taste in color in part revealed to him. He determined to abandon trade and pursue art ; and having fortunately secured in San Francisco a little piece of land which produced him an annual revenue of three hundred dollars, and throwing himself upon this never-failing, though cer- tainly modest resource, he determined to come to Eu- rope, and reverently sit, pencil in hand, at the feet of the great masters. I first met him in Paris in the spring of 1861. There are natures which instinctively mingle with A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 79 each other, and it was perhaps the watery, " unsta- ble" element in mine that went leaping and bounding to join its like in his. At all events, Warer was from that time no longer companionless, and many a genial, pleasant hour we spent together either in my rooms in the Quartier Latin, strolling through its quaint streets, or through the art galleries, and, in pleasant summer afternoons, among the villages and woods in the neighborhood of Paris. I found him living in a little garret in the Cite, just large enough to hold a very narrow bed ; and here he made a cup of tea and ate a roll of bread for breakfast, and cooked a mutton- chop over a spirit-lamp for dinner. I suspect, also, that during the first two months he was in Paris, be- fore he made an arrangement for the regular transmis- sion of his funds, he had frequently " dined with Duke Humphrey." Still, in all his troubles, not the least of which was an occasional hemorrhage, he was steadily pursuing the object of his visit to Paris, going at eight o'clock in the morning to the School of Design, and working there till noon, then to the Louvre, where he copied till four, and in the evening again to his study and practice. Thus he worked on for nearly a year, but, on the outbreak of the war, he felt it his duty to lend his na- tive land his aid. He returned to the United States, and, not feeling himself physically able to perform the SO AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. duties of a soldier, at once entered the hospital depart- ment, and acted as nurse to the sick and wounded sol- diers, until he himself, worn out and ill, was discharged, and returned to Europe to recommence the study of art. Friends mourned over him, and called him " un- stable." Unstable as he may have been in other things, he certainly was fixed and devoted enough to the profession he had chosen, and if health and life are spared him he will some day find his name inscribed high on the list of painters. Such was my companion — genial, moody, devoted, capricious, serious, " unsta- ble" and fixed — in short, as most of us are, a bundle of contradictions. We had determined, on starting, to travel as economically as was consistent with a reasonable de- gree of comfort, and to eschew "grand" hotels, and put up at the less pretentious but frequently quite as comfortable auberges ; and as we had both had some experience in the swindling ways of landlords, it was arranged that, upon arriving in a town or vil- lage, Warer should go on a voyage of exploration, and make a bargain in advance for lodging and prov- ender. At Horgen we went to the " Lion," a roughly- built chalet, with those large, wide porticoes which are the distinguishing characteristic of the Swiss houses ; here Warer had found a room with two clean beds A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 81 for a franc each, and we made a very decent supper, with a bottle of wine, for twenty - eight sous. My dress for the excursion consisted of a stout suit of coarse woollen clothing, a flannel travelling-shirt, a soft " wide-awake," and a pair of heavy double-soled laced boots reaching a little above the ankle, and in which a Zurich cobbler had driven a double row of hobnails. My socks were heavy, but fine wool : cot- ton should never be worn in walking long distances, as it cuts the feet ; while with good woollen socks well soaped on the inside every morning with common brown soap, and with a fair degree of courage and determination, the loftiest mountains can be scaled, and the ruggedest roads marched over with compar- ative ease. My friend had wisely provided himself with a light canvas knapsack, which, with a keen eye for a bar- gain, he bought at a shop in Zurich, the contents of which principally consisted of old knapsacks, boots, hats, alpenstockers, and other articles used by pedes- trians, and which, having served their purpose, had been disposed of here by travellers who had comple- ted their journeys. I had been seduced by the mis- representations of one of " fair Zurich's daughters " on the margin of the lake, who had no knapsacks for sale, but did have gibicieres, or wallets, into the pur- chase of one of the latter. Many pedestrians travel I""' 82 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. with these, and prefer them to the knapsack. Mine was made of light cotton cloth, bound with a prepa- ration of caoutchouc, and was worn hanging near the hip, suspended by a broad strap passing over the shoulder. There are some advantages in the wal- let ; it can be easily dropped, or shifted from one shoulder to the other, or it may be carried in the hand. I should, however, recommend the knapsack, which does not fatigue the wearer as much as the wal- let does. In mine I had stowed away the articles which, from some experience in pedestrianizing, I considered indis- pensable for a fortnight's tramp ; these were a linen blouse, a pair of light trowsers, a flannel travelling- shirt, two pairs of socks, a pair of light low-quartered shoes, half a dozen collars, an opera-glass, a small port- folio containing materials for writing, a piece of soap, a comb, brushes, a paper of pins, a little box contain- ing needles, thread, and buttons, a small ball of twine, and my guide-book ; all these, with careful packing, may be pressed into an astonishingly small space. In addition to the gibiciere, I also carried an umbrella, slung with a strap across the back or used as a walk- ing-stick, a small flask in my pocket, and a plaid shawl, fastened either upon the outside of the wal- let, hung loosely over the shoulder, or rolled into a sort of rope and tied around the waist. The shawl A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. S3 and blouse I found invaluable. In midsummer, an overcoat, unless it be a thin " mackintosh," as a pro- tection against rain, is an entirely unnecessary bur- den. My companion, besides his knapsack, carried in his hand a large portfolio of canvas and drawing- paper, and a box of colors, fastened together by a strap. It was a dull, damp, drizzly, unpropitious morning, about half past six o'clock, when Warer and I, having completed our toilets and our breakfasts, shouldered our packs and started out of the village up the hill above Horgen. We had laid out no lengthened route, but were decided to mount first the Rigi, and go from there in whatever direction inclination mio-ht lead us. O Our first morning walk was to be to Zug, situated on the lake of that name eleven miles from Horgen. We mounted the hillside, stopping to pluck a few del- icately blue-fringed gentians, which grew here in wild profusion, and when we had reached the summit, four and a half miles from Horgen, sat down to rest. The rain had ceased, and the sun appeared in all his splen- dor. Below us, far down the hillside, lay the sleep- ing lake of Zurich, and upon the other slope in the distance, the charming little sheet of Zug. The Rigi and Pilatus, with light clouds floating below their heads, rose up into the blue sky, and farther off the sunshine fell upon the eternally snow-covered mount- 84 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. ains of the Bernese Oberland. We sat an hour min- gling our souls with this grandeur and sublimity, and felt a glow of enthusiasm such as had not warmed us in many a day. With these everlasting hills, peaceful lakes, and lovely valleys in sight, we forgot man and his littlenesses, his towns and cities, and his many inventions, and we gazed and drank in to the full- est of our capacity the splendor spread and piled around us, talking the while of God, and art, and beauty. Descending the hillside, we passed a large cotton- mill, standing silent for want of raw material, and far- ther on entered a gasthaus, where Warer, who spoke a little German, made a pretty girl, who was. either landlady or landlady's daughter, understand that we were thirsty and wanted beer. She served it to us, and it was tolerably good. The lass was rosy and buxom ; but, as she handed us the foaming glasses, her pretty red lips were protruding in a most unmis- takable pout, and the manner in which she put the beer down evidently signified " There — take that, and go." The fact was, we had intruded upon what was undoubtedly, to her, a pleasant tete-a-tete; and as we were in the best possible humor with the world, we drank our beer and took our departure as quickly as possible. We reached Zug at half past eleven, and passing by A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 85 in scorn the "Hirsch" and the "Bellevue," and dodg- ing the gang of hotel-runners and commissionnaires and guides who here assailed us, we proceeded to a quiet little inn, the " Falken," where, in a large common dining-room, we ate a passable dinner, consisting of soup and roast meat, sausage, potatoes and cabbage, with half a bottle of wine ; price a franc and a half each. A bad, rough German is the language of the common people in all that portion of Switzerland through which we passed; and few of them understand a word of French. Here, however, we found as waiter, and apparently as general manager of the eating and drinking department, a strapping German girl, who had picked up a sufficiency of French to enable us to converse with her upon ordinary topics. She served us with alacrity, and her sympathetic face wore an evident look of pity for us — two poor strangers, far away from home, travelling on foot with heavy packs, and a long journey before us. Her sympathy indeed took a practical turn, and she gave us, I be- lieve, a double allowance of sausage. Upon leaving the house, which wc did after a rest of three hours, she followed us to the door, and when I offered her a small piece of money for service she refused it ; and as we reached the end of the street, turning round to take a last look at the " Falken," wc saw Gretchcn still standing' in the doorway, following our footsteps 86 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. with her sympathetic eyes. Poor Gretchen ! I have always been more than half disposed to believe that her big good heart had been suddenly warmed with a feeling more kindly even than " sympathy " for my friend "Warer. We left Zug for Arth, at the other end of the lake, which is but nine miles long and three wide, at three o'clock, and reached Arth, lying at the foot of the Rigi, in a little more than an hour. Here, upon land- ing, we were again assailed by a crowd of thirty or for- ty hotel-runners, commissionnaires, porters, and guides, who offered their services to conduct us up the mount- ain either on foot or horseback. We shook them off, and, forcing our way through them, marched on to the "Schussel," where we found a handsome land- lady, and a fragrant smell from the kitchen. So we went into the "Schussel," and were not disappointed. An excellent supper with wine, and a breakfast, the universal one in Switzerland, tea or coffee, bread, butter, and honey, costing us, with lodging, but four francs each. The rain fell in the morning as Warer and I, noth- ing daunted, commenced the ascent of the Rigi at seven o'clock. I had, and I presume most travellers going for the first time into Switzerland have, a not very well defined idea that their ascent of mountains will be through snow, while the fact is that in "the A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 87 season," and upon the ordinary travelled routes, the tourist never touches snow or ice expect when cross- ing a glacier. If he strike from the beaten path and mount into the higher Alps, then indeed he will find enough of it ; but the routes which most pedestrians follow in Switzerland are as destitute of snow as are the streets of Zurich. The guide-books inform us that the summit of the Eigi, which is 5541 feet above the level of the sea, and 4196 above the lake of Lucerne, may be reached in three hours and a half from Arth. Its perform- ance in this time, however, depends upon obedience to one of the guide-book rules, which under ordinary circumstances is a good one for the pedestrian, en- joining him to walk slowly and steadily at the rate of sixty steps per minute. When we commenced the ascent the rain had been falling for some days, and the broad and well-defined path had been trodden by the feet of horses and men into a thick paste, through which we could make our way only with great diffi- culty. A soft fine rain, wetting all the trees and un- derbrush, which in turn wetted us as we mounted, was falling, and soon a thick fog enveloped us, shutting out the view of lake and verdant valley. And so we slowly, and rather wearily, wended our way up the mountain-side, with nothing in sight above or below but the dripping trees, the dullness and monotony of 88 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. the scene varied only by the occasional appearance, looming up in the mist, of a stray cow whose ap- proach was heralded by the tinkling of a bell, which in these mountains are placed upon the necks of flocks and herds. Now and then we met a traveller on foot or on horseback, or a lady carried by porters in a chair, all looking damp and dismal, and as anx- ious to get down as we were to get up. There was not certainly much romance in this ; but Warer, who, like Mark Tapley, considered it no credit to be jolly ex- cepting under unfavorable circumstances, told some of his funniest stories, and made some of his best jokes, and sang the refrain of an amusing song, as over stones, under trees, and through mud, we picked our way upward. With good walking we should have reached the little chapel of St. Maria zum Schnee (our Lady of the Snow), built for the cowherds at a height of four thousand feet up the mountain-side, by ten o'clock. As it was, the Klosterli, as the village consisting of half a dozen houses about the chapel is called, came in sight at noon, and we were glad enough to make our way directly to the "Schwert," an unpretending but comfortable little inn, with a blazing log-fire in the dining-room, and from whose kitchen issued the savory smell of boiling cabbage. We dried ourselves before the fire, dined well, and rested an hour. At half past two p.m. we reached A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 89 the Rigi-Staffel, about twenty minutes' walk from the Rigi-Kulm, or summit of the mountain. Here we de- termined to remain for the night, and, as we were soaked through, make an entire change of clothing. In the house we found several tourists, who had been waiting three days in vain to see sunrise and sunset from the summit. The prospect was dismal enough; and, as night approached, the fog seemed to grow thicker — the "view" in every direction being con- fined to a distance of less than six inches from the window of the inn. Not a patch of blue sky, or a single snow - crowned peak, or quiet lake or green valley far down the mountain-side, did we see that day. My companion contented himself with mak- ing a brilliant sketch of a " Yiew from the Rigi in a thick fog," while I wrote some letters from " up in the clouds." We made a good supper, and gave orders that we should be called at four o'clock, so that if there were to be any sunrise we could reach the Kulm in time to enjoy it. A little after five we were at the sum- mit, just as the gray of dawn was beginning to streak the eastern sky ; the gray grew whiter and clearer, but no sun made it bright and transparent, or came out to throw his golden glory over the snow which covered the mountains for a circumference of three hundred miles around us. But as daylight grew, the scene be- 90 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. came sufficiently grand and beautiful. Looking to- ward the east, the eye rests upon a mountain-chain more than a hundred miles in length, embracing some of the loftiest, grandest, and most celebrated snow-cov- ered peaks of Switzerland. The huge snowy crest of the Grlarnisch, the Scheerhorn, the cone-like Bristen- stock, the Blackenstock, and the Uri-Roth stock, side by side, and both so near that their shining glaciers are plainly discernible ; then the lofty mountains of the Bernese Oberland, their heights covered with per- petual snow, standing up like a mighty barrier against the sky ; the Finsteraarhorn, nearly fourteen thou- sand feet in height; next to it the Schreckhorn, and the three white peaks of the Wetterhorn, look- ing as pure and clean and delicate as loaves of sugar; the Monch, and the Eiger, and the beautiful Jungfrau. The eye becomes bewildered in gazing upon these mountains, and turns with pleasure to the less formidable attractions of the beautiful scene below. The commonplace comparison of " a map " is the only one which will convey an accurate idea of the effect of looking down the mountain - side. Eleven lakes are seen peacefully lying in what look like little holes in the mountain, and directly at the foot of the Rigi are those of Lucerne and Zug. All these lakes are insight. The trees down the mountain-slope and A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 91 by the margin of the lakes instantly remind one of the little toy trees such as children play with sur- rounding little toy houses. Two or three rivers wind their ways through the valleys, and the eye can follow their courses for thirty or forty miles. Descending the mountain in much less time than it required to mount, Warer stopping to sketch a singular arch formed of two huge masses of conglomerate which have rolled together, and upon the top of which a third one has tumbled, we reached Waggis, on the lake, where we were to take the boat for Lucerne at ten o'clock. The sun had come out clear and bright by the time we reached Lucerne, where we secured a comfortable room at the " Linden " for the reasonable sum of a franc and a half each, and then proceeded to see the lions of the town, the principal one of which is that of Thorwaldsen, and, retiring early, rose at seven, ar- ranged our packs, and took the steam-boat at eight o'clock for Fluellen, on the lake, and but two miles from Altorf. In point of picturesqueness the lake of Lucerne is surpassed by none in Switzerland, or indeed in Eu- rope. It is shut in by forest-clad hills, back of which rise the eternal mountains, their snow-covered tops frequently seen standing clear and bright in the sun- shine, while clouds are playing far below them. The 92 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. slopes of the hills are covered with fruit-trees and gardens, reaching down to the very margin of the lake, the borders of which are rich in historical as- sociations. We pass the green meadow of the Eutli, where the conspirators joined hands and swore to be faithful to each other, and not to rest till they had delivered their soil from the polluting tread of the oppressor. A little beyond it is Tell's chapel, erected on what is supposed to be the very spot where the Swiss hero leaped from the boat of Gessler. Fluellen is the point of debarkation for travellers who intend crossing the St. Gothard into Italy, and here we were again set upon by a horde of guides, who pressed their services upon us. As a rule, the pedestrian is much more independent without a guide than with one ; and unless he acts as porter and carries the traveller's pack, he is really of very little use on any of the travelled routes or over the well-known mountain-passes, upon which, with a good guide-book, an ordinary amount of judgment, and a slight knowl- edge of German, it is almost impossible for a traveller to lose his way. In ascending the higher Alps, among the snow, crossing the glaciers, or exploring portions of the country comparatively unknown and but little trav- elled, a guide is indispensable. A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 93 A pleasant walk of ten miles through gardens and orchards brought us to Altorf — a name as fa- miliar to me from earliest childhood as that of the village in which I was born. I had spouted Tell's speech to the " men of Altorf," and boldly and val- iantly, amidst the wonder and applause of the au- dience, in my schoolboy days, knocked down and trampled on the cap and "insolence of Gessler," little dreaming I should ever stand near Tell's na- tive village, and upon the very spot, perhaps, where he had inspired the " men of Altorf" with his elo- quence. Historians have thrown some doubt about the exist- ence of William Tell ; but no man, unless he be very cold and skeptical, can remain ten minutes in the lit- tle village of Altorf without yielding implicit faith to the fact that he was a reality, and no myth. A learn- ed savant of Switzerland, a few years since, at the meeting of a historical association in Geneva, read a paper in which he demonstrated, to his own satisfac- tion at least, that William Tell was a creature of fa- ble. A year afterward he came to Altorf, probably in quest of further information in support of his theory ; but upon the inhabitants learning that he was there, they formed themselves into a posse comitatus and waited upon him with an intimation that Altorf was not a healthy locality for him, ami that they 94 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. would seriously recommend him to take the next boat for Lucerne. He instantly comprehended the force of their shrewd remarks, and, shaking the 'dust of Altorf from his feet, departed and returned no more. Here, in a little square in the centre of the village, is the colossal plaster statue of Tell, erected upon the very spot where it is supposed its living model stood when he aimed the arrow at the apple on Albert's head. About forty yards distant is a fountain, and a statue of a burly bailiff of Altorf, named Besler. Besler himself erected this statue at his own expense. The effigy of the bailiff is supposed to stand where the lime-tree grew, at whose base stood the noble child of Tell during those terrible moments when he awaited the arrow from his father's bow. We had left our packs at the " William Tell," a little inn at the entrance of the village, while we ex- plored it, and so, returning to the " Tell," we ate a bad dinner, and a little after noon, as the rain was be- ginning to patter upon the flag-stones of Altorf, we passed out of the village on the great St. Gothard highway. I had purchased an alpenstock on the Rigi, but my companion looked upon the alpenstock as a sham, an affectation, and a weakness, in which he would not indulge. This light pole, about the size of A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 95 an ordinary broomstick, and seven feet in length, with a sharp prong at the end, and which is always used by the mountaineers in Switzerland, I found of great service before our trip was ended, particularly in our subsequent mountain climbing. Upon reach- ing Fluellen, we considered our pedestrian excursion fairly commenced, and intended accepting the services of neither man, beast, or steam-engine, as aids to loco- motion, till it was completed. The circumstances attending it were certainly un- propitious. We had time to take a run up into the Banmvald, or sacred forest, near the old Capuchin monastery. The trees of the forest are never touched bv the axe of the woodman, as they are a protection to Altorf from the rocks which roll and tumble from the summit of the steep hill that overhangs the vil- lage. We had time to stray a little from the main road to see the village of Burglen, where Tell was born, and where a chapel, whose walls are covered with painted scenes from his life, stands upon the site of his birth-place. There was little in our journey of that day that was cheerful or interesting. The country through which we were passing was level, and slightly diver- sified, and but one mountain of any considerable alti- tude, the black fir-covered pyramid of the Bristen- 3tock, was in sight Amstag, which lies at the foot 96 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. of this, was our destination, and we reached it, wet, tired, and not in the best humor, about six o'clock in the afternoon. As we approached the Italian canton of Tessin, which borders upon Lombardy, we could not fail to observe a marked change in the physiognomy and speech of the people. Upon reaching the outskirts of Amstag, we were surrounded by a troop of beggar- boys and girls, such as now appear to the stranger at the entrance of every Swiss village. It seemed as though each family in the town had sent a deputation to make an attack on our pockets. Throughout the whole country, the rising generation is growing up a nation of beggars ; everywhere, on all the public roads, on the mountain-passes, on their very summits among the snows, nearly every child the traveller meets asks him for money. In the little chalets in which the herdsmen live, they watch for his approach, and run out to meet him, and persistently follow him as long as there is the slightest hope of softening his heart and opening his pocket. It is a disgrace to the Swiss Government that measures are not adopted to put a stop to this serious annoyance. We "descend- ed" at the "Lowe," in Amstag, a wretched inn, which every traveller having a proper regard for his stomach and his purse will carefully avoid, and which we left as soon as possible. A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 97 It was a beautifully clear and sunny morning as we left Amstag, and, crossing over the bridge, took the road toward the great St. Gothard, up the valley of the Eeuss, which leaps, and rushes, and foams, and tumbles in graceful cascades and waterfalls down the steep ravine through which it runs. Before us, in the distant blue, rose the St. Gothard ridge ; on our left was the black pyramid of the Bristenstock, and piled till around and above us mountains, on whose sides, far up toward their summits, little patches of snow were lying, and small glaciers sparkling like beds of diamonds in the morning sunshine. All along this valley the hillsides are covered with a del- icate reddish lichen, having the odor of the violet, and calied the " violet-moss." We passed through several little villages, and crossed over a succession of bridges, and, continually ascending the torrent of the Eeuss, which becomes more and more rapid in its fall, we reached about noon the wonder on this road, the Teufelsbriicke, or Devil's Bridge. A scene* of wildness and desolation here appears. The river, formed into a beautiful waterfall, plunges into a black depth a hundred feet below, and throws its spray all above and around. Bocks are piled and tumbled in its bed, and, leaping over and cours- ing around them, dashing up against them, the riv- er, lashed into a thick white creamy foam, pursues 5 98 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. its way, and high above the fall the single-arched bridge is spanning it. Above the bridge the river is obstructed with rocks ; its banks are barren and des- olate; and a gust, which the natives facetiously call the Hutschelm, or " hat rogue," bears with it the wet and spray into the traveller's face as he crosses the bridge, or stops to gaze into the abyss beneath him. Five minutes' walk brought us to a tunnel cut through the solid rock, and called the Urner *Loch. When we had emerged from this, we found ourselves at the entrance of a broad valley, where the Reuss no longer tumbles and leaps, "but flows gently and sweet- ly through its rich, grassy meadows. What a contrast to the scene we had left behind us ! there all was tur- moil, confusion, and savage wildness; here stillness, order, and peaceful beauty. "'Tis a type of life," moralized my companion ; " and in our stormiest hours we should always remember that hedging our very pathway there may be awaiting us a smiling valley of beauty, and of calm." The Rasselas valley into which we now entered was the vale of Uri, nine miles long, and about three wide. It is shut in by itself, and out from all the world, by barren and partially snow-covered mount- ains, above which the sun in midsummer rises late. Eight months of the year here are considered winter, and during the remaining four fires are frequently A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 99 necessary to comfort. The inhabitants live by flocks and herds, and by guiding travellers and transporting their luggage over the St. Grothard. About two miles from the "Devil's Bridge" is Andermatt, a little village, where we made an excel- lent dinner for three francs at the " Poste," in whose register we left a warning to travellers against pa- tronizing the Lowe at Amstag. After this we pursued our journey, passing through Hospenthal, where wc left the St. Gothard road, and on to the inconsidera- ble village of Eealp, where we were to stop for the night. It was nearly dark when we arrived at the lit- tle hospice formerly inhabited by some Capuchin monks, but now converted into an inn. It contains but three rooms, however, and is still presided over by Father Arsenius, a Capuchin, with a long gown, and the bare feet and shaven head of his order. We supped passably, slept soundly, and breakfast- ed early at the hospice of Realp, and were charged but four francs each; and at half past six o'clock in the foggy morning, which soon changed to a rainy one, wc shouldered our packs, and, bidding good-bye to the Capuchin, took our way up. the rugged mount a in-side toward the Furca, which we reached between nine and ten o'clock, thoroughly drenched. The "Furca," so called from its two peaks, which bear a fanciful resemblance to the prongs of a fork, is 100 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. a mountain ridge at an elevation of nearly eight thou- sand feet. Thence, in clear weather, a fine view of the Bernese Alps, and especially of the lofty Fin- steraarhorn, is obtained. We saw nothing from it, however, but a pig-pen and a chicken-coop, about six yards distant from the inn window. In the dining- room we found a good fire, at which we dried our shoes, and met some English and American pedes- trians, who had come from the other" direction. Among the travellers whom the fog had delayed on the Furca, were two gentlemen who had recently as- cended Monte Eosa. Both of them bore evidence of having seen hard service — one, with frozen feet, being scarcely able to walk, and the other with his face and lips covered with festering blisters. The fog and rain had nearly ceased when, leaving the Furca, we descended the steep and rugged slope toward the Glacier du Ehone, which soon appeared in sight. There it lay below us! a sea of ice, about four miles in width, and reaching eighteen miles up into the valleys, in which it lies imbedded between the Gelmerhorn and the Gersthorn on the one side, and the barren Galenstock, which we had been as- cending and descending, on the other. This was the first glacier of any importance which we had seen, and for nearly an hour we skirted its base, looking up toward its summit. The first impression was that A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 101 of a mighty cataract, suddenly frozen as it fell, and tumbled down the valley between the mountains. The ice which forms it is rough and honey-combed upon the surface, but on the sides of the immense yawning fissures which open all over it it is pure and clear as crystal. We did not go on the glacier, but followed the path just by the edge of the mount- ain, within a few feet of whose base the glacier reaches, and over the moraine, or rocks and stones, which these immense moving masses of ice bear down with them. Coursing its way beneath a vaulted arch of clear blue-tinted ice, its waters tinged with gray, flows a narrow little stream from the side of the glacier, and here, with the aid of the alpenstock, I could have leaped across it. This is the source of the Rhone, which, flowing on, and gathering force and size from mountain streams and melting snows, gradually be- comes a might}' river, discharging itself into the Med- iterranean after a course of five hundred miles. We had intended crossing the mountain, which rises abruptly just after passing the glacier, and reach- ing the Grimsel Jiosjnce before night, and had com- menced the ascent, when a persistent guide, who had evidently been on the lookout for us, drew such a terrible picture of the danger we ran of losing our way, that we concluded to stop at the hotel for the 102 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. night. We met there an Irish gentleman and his young bride, who were making a pedestrian trip through Switzerland — their wedding-tour. They had already been two months traversing the mountain- passes and valleys, usually walking from eight to ten hours a day — taking an amount of exercise which would probably appall the young brides of Ameri- ca. As they were going our way, and were to leave the next morning, we joined them, starting at six o'clock, in a thick fog, up the Maienwand, blooming now with. Alpine flowers. The gentleman was dress- ed very much as were my companion and myself, while the lady wore a short skirt and a round straw hat, and she, as well as her husband, carried the al- penstock, and trudged along bravely and firmly as any of us in that long day's march. Upon reaching the summit, what was our surprise to find our friend of the evening before awaiting us to pilot us down to the Grrimsel. Whether he had patiently remained there all night we did not ask him, but coming to the conclusion that so much perseverance ought to be rewarded, we permitted him to lead us down the stony, rugged mountain-side. At the old convent, or rather hospice, of the Grin- sel, where, in former times, a few good monks lived to furnish food and shelter to weary and benighted travellers, we made an excellent breakfast of bread A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 103 and milk. Our path for the jest of the day lay through the beautiful valley of the Aare, walled up on, either side with mountains of bald-faced rock. The river is repeatedly crossed by old, romantic, grass-grown stone bridges of a single arch ; and as my companion stopped two or three times to sketch these, I amused myself in the mean time by rolling boulders over the rocks which line the rapid, tumbling river, or plucking Alpine roses for my book of floral sou- venirs. We reached the falls of Handeck about noon, and, after dinner at a little chalet, visited the fall, where the river comes pouring headlong down into an abyss two hundred and twenty-five feet deep. Our companions were in ecstasies ; but Warer and I, who had seen, not onty Niagara, but the Rhine-fall, affect- ed superior knowledge, and treated it as a small af- fair. All through this wild and beautiful valley the scene was rendered still more picturesque by numer- ous mountain torrents falling in fleecy, sheety clearness from the heights above us, and scattering their spray around us as they fell. Warer, who had once made a trip to the Yoscmitc Valley in California, had during all the former portion of our tramp, whenever I had expressed particular admiration for any grand feature* of the scenery, been in the habit of dampening my ar- dor by giving his nose an upward inflection, ami say- 10-i AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. ing that "it was nothing to Yosemite." In fact, a little childish pettishness had grown up in both of us, and I, in revenge, whenever I saw any thing on the route particularly uninteresting, retorted by asking if he had seen "any thing in Yosemite equal to that?" However, during that day in the Haslithal, this beau- tiful valley of the Aare, we dropped our badinage in the presence of these grand old mountains and leap- ing cascades, and after that I heard no more of Yo- semite. We reached Meiringen a little after six o'clock, having made an actual day's travel of ten hours. We were already becoming old pedestrians, and it is real- ly astonishing how, after the first few days of a foot- tramp, one becomes hardened, and enabled to under- go a double quantity of fatigue. Although certainty a little tired, a good supper at the Krone and our usual change of stockings and shoes soon refreshed us so much that Warer proposed a walk of a mile or two up the valley to digest our dinner and give us an appetite for sleep. The next morning we started at six o'clock, but when about a quarter of a mile from the inn, Warer stopped to make a sketch. What children we are ! •I was impatient to proceed, and it seemed altogether too early in the morning for my companion to stand there, considering the long day's march before us. A TEAM? IN THE BERNESE OBERLAM). 105 So, as he seemed to be absorbed in his work, I slowly continued my way up the mountain-path. We had said nothing to each other, but we both understood very well that there was a little difference of opinion as to who should be leader. I walked slowly on, thinking Warer would soon follow me, until the mountain firs and bushes shut him out from my sight. Then I regretted my hastiness, and sat down and waited for his coming; but an hour passed, and he came not, and so I proceeded, determining to wait again when I reached the summit of the mountain. I passed by the celebrated falls of the Eeichenbach, scarcely looking at them, for I knew I should not en- joy them alone, and hastened to reach the mountain- top, not even stopping to patronize the young woman who, in a little chalet on the mountain-side, for a few sous, enables Swiss travellers to say with truth that they have seen a chamois. On the summit of this mountain the eye rests upon a scene of grandeur which I do not believe is surpass- ed in Switzerland. The lofty Wetterhorn, shaped like a sugarloaf, and covered with pure snow, which seems at the distance to have been laid on evenly and smoothly like plaster, raises its head high above the two bare peaks of the Wellborn and the Englehorn. The contrast between the snowy softness of the one, and the rugged, craggy gray of the others, is very 5* 106 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST- IN EUROPE. striking ; and the effect is heightened by the view at the mountain bases of a long stretch of fresh pasture- lands covered with chalets and herds of cattle. But I did not half enjoy this scene. My eyes would turn from it backward to the mountain-path I had ascend- ed, and up which I hoped every moment to see com- ing the tall figure of my companion. But he came not ; and again bitterly regretting my hastiness, after waiting an hour with a really sad and heavy heart, I shouldered my pack, and, descending the mountain- side, crossed the pasture to Eosenlaui. There are some baths here, and the day being fear- fully hot, I was half inclined to rest, but I only stray- ed aside a few minutes to see the celebrated glacier remarkable for the purity of its ice and its blue color. Near its base lives an old man, who, as I approached it, followed me, and proposed that I should enter it. As the idea of entering a glacier was something new, I consented, and, mounting a ladder upon its side, soon found myself really in its interior, in a chamber twen- ty feet long and seven feet high, whose walls, floors, and ceilings were of clear, solid, blue ice. I found it damp and chilly though, and soon took my way up the mountain-side toward the summit of the great Schei- deck. As I climbed the steep and rugged mountain, in most places free from vegetation, and beneath the A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. ' 107 burning heat of a meridian sun, my ears were saluted with a sound which, though at first pleasant, from its frequent repetition soon became an intolerable nui- sance. All along these mountain-paths are men who keep a sharp lookout for travellers coming up or go- ing down. The moment one appears, the looker-out returns to his post and sounds the Alpenhorn — an in- strument of bark or wood, six or eight feet in length, whose notes are clear and silvery as those of a bugle. But it soon becomes to the traveller an instrument of torture, particularly as its blast is always followed by the importunities of the blower, who, hat in hand, per- sistently pleads for, or rather demands money for his artistic services. The whole of this day's route was strewn with beggars of every description. Little chil- dren with Alpenroses or berries clung to me and im- plored me to buy ; old men and old women, lame, halt, and blind, whiningly asked for aid; and "Swiss maidens," whose rough, unhandsome laces, dumpy figures, and unpicturesque costumes, put to flight any romantic ideas I might have entertained in regard to them, came in troops to the roadside and held out their hands as I passed. The most impudent attempt at extortion was that of a fellow who, spying me from a distance, rose from the stone on which he was repos- ing, with a pick in his hand, and demanded pay for mending the road! The road was of almost solid 108 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. rock, and his pick scarcely could have, and certainly never had penetrated it. A little after noon I reached the Scheideck, ly- ing at the foot of the Wetterhorn, covered with eter- nal snow, and nearly twelve thousand feet in height. Here, after dinner, and a couple of hours rest, I start- ed down the mountain-side toward the lovely valley and glacier of Grindelwald. Where was my friend Warer, whom I had so has- tily quitted in the morning, all this time? Had he become disgusted with Swiss travel and turned back, or had he lost his way in the mountains ? I began to be alarmed, and thought seriously of returning ; but, reflecting that the probability of finding him would be but slight, pursued my journey. When near the base of the mountain, and just as I was en- tering the charming little valley, what was my delight at spying Warer not far ahead, seated upon a rock, and making a sketch of the Wetterhorn. I overtook him as soon as possible. Between us no verbal apolo- gies were necessary. He had, it seems, taken another path up to the falls of Eeichenbach, and had preceded me about an hour. He finished his sketch while I rested, and then, just as the sinking sun was convert- ing the snow of the Wetterhorn into rich, yellow cream, we descended together into the village of Grindelwald. A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 109 This lies directly at the foot of two extensive gla- ciers, which reach in some places within a few feet of the houses, and look as though they might some day bury the valley in their icy folds. In the morning Warer and I determined to make as much of an inspection of the lower or larger gla- cier as we could do with safety without a guide, as we had both egotistically determined to have nothing to do with this valuable and frequently indispensa- ble class of persons during our entire trip. On this occasion we came very near repenting our folly and seriously suffering for our egotism. Hav- ing reached the base of the lower glacier, which is here 3150 feet wide, at about ten o'clock in the morn- ing, we climbed over the mass of moraine — broken rocks and stones — which the moving glacier bears down in its course, and soon reached the ice itself. For some time we found no difficulty in picking our way across the small fissures, and over the little humps of this icy cataract, but soon discovered that we had better go no farther on the ice, as we were approach- ing broader and deeper fissures, and places more -diffi- cult to pass. So we retraced our steps, and, reaching the .foot of the glacier, decided that we would go up the mountain-path by the side of it, and obtain our view of it from a point less dangerous than the one we had been approach ing. 110 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. For a time the steep path which leads up the side of the glacier was plainly enough marked, but we strayed a little away from it to pluck some Alpine flowers, growing in wild luxuriance and in strange contrast by the side of this sea of ice, and often within a few feet of it. But in gathering our flowers we had lost our path, and for more than an hour looked for it in vain. Frequently we were obliged to cling to bushes and tree-limbs, and leap over fissures in the rock, where, had we missed our foothold, we should inevi- tably have fallen far down upon the glacier. How we wished then we had either remained quietly at Grindelwald, pursued our journey, or taken a guide ! At length Warer, with his sharp eyes, found, or, as he modestly expressed it, " stumbled upon" the path, and, as rapidly as could be, we pursued our way downward, turning neither to the right nor the left. A little after one o'clock we left Grindelwald, and struck up the bleak path, on our way to the Wenger- nalp, at the foot of the Jungfrau. For the first time on our trip, we heard and saw avalanches this aft- ernoon, while we were seated in a cool and shady spot, which we had reached after a tramp of more than an hour up the steep, barren, and treeless mountain. Suddenly a noise, somewhat similar to the beating of surf upon the beach, broke upon our ears, and started us both from our seats. Louder and louder it grew, A TRAMP IX THE BERNESE OBERLAXD. Ill and looking off in the distance, perhaps half a dozen miles away, we saw a cataract tumbling down the mountain-side, and carrying every thing in its path. This is the ice avalanche, caused by portions of a gla- cier becoming detached by the heat of the sun ; and this white cascade often consists of immense blocks of ice capable of sweeping away forests and villages. The latter, however, are seldom built in too close proxim- ity to these ice mountains. We reached the Wengernalp, directly facing the Jungffau, a little before sunset. We had seen it in the distance for several hours, but now that we were fully before its face, it assumed a new majesty and beauty. Its cloud-piercing heights covered with their eternal shroud of snow; its two pure and gigantic peaks, the Silverhorn and the Schneehorn; its lower slopes dotted with sparkling glaciers and fields of snow, all bewildered and amazed us. We could not find expression for the full gratification of our senses of beauty and of grandeur, and gazed upon the Jung- frau in silence till the falling shades of evening shut it from our view. A few moments after our arrival on the Wenger- nalp two travellers came up, who, it appeared, had hired a mule together, to convey their luggage from M'.iringen. One was a German and the other a Frenchman, and neither understood scarcely a word 112 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. of the other's language. After supper they under- took to reckon up the expenses of the past week's trip, during which time they had been travelling to- gether. The Frenchman, who had kept the accounts, presented the German with a bill made out in French, of course, to all of which the German assented, with the exception of one item. His travelling compan- ion told him over and over in his vernacular that this was for his share of the mule, but his Teutonic friend could not or would not understand. A happy idea suddenly struck "Warer, who, seizing his pencil, sketched in a moment a large mule, which he exhib- ited to the German, and then with his knife cut it in two equal parts, giving one to each. It was "plain as day, and the Teuton instantly comprehended that the charge was for his half of the animal, which Warer had so graphically pictured and divided. All that night we were frequently awakened by the thunders of the avalanches pouring down the sides of the Jungfrau. In the morning we took an early start, and descended into the picturesque little valley and village of Lauterbrunnen, so shut in among the mountains that in July the sun does not rise till seven, and in winter not before noon. We visited the Staubach, a fall of no great volume, but an un- broken one of 925 feet, and then taking the broad car- riage-road which leads along the banks of the Lut- JUffaFRAU ^GLACER^V SKETCH OF OUR TRAMP. A TRAMP IN THE BERNESE OBERLAND. 115 schine, reached the beautifully situated straggling town of Interlaken a little after noon on the tenth day from that on which we climbed the hill above Horgen. Here our foot-tramp was to end. We had been ten days on the route, and during that time had seen the best part of the Bernese Oberland. Our expenses from Zurich to Interlaken were seventy-eight francs each, or a little l'ess than eight francs a day, and the pedestrian may easily travel anywhere in Switzer- land for this. We remained at Interlaken that after- noon,, and the next morning Warer and I parted. I was to go back to Paris and to work, and he to make his 'way on foot in part, and in diligence in part, over the great St. Gothard into Italy. His last letter to me is from Venice, where he is still sitting modestly and hopefully, pencil in hand, at the feet of the great old masters. -<>£ CHAPTER IV. IN THE "MONT CENIS " TUNNEL — THROUGH THE HEART OF THE ALPS. The great engineering Work of the Century. — A Journey into the " Bowels of the Earth." — San Michel. — The Village of Fourneaux, and its People. — Its beautiful Surroundings. — History of the En- terprise. — Anticipated Difficulties and Obstacles. — Map of the Tun- nel and its Vicinity. — The motive Power. — Air pressed into the Service. — The Operations commenced. — My Visit to the Tunnel. — Preparations for entering. — In the "Bowels of the Earth." — Darkness visible. — Breathing becomes difficult. — A Halt and Rest. — Among the Workmen. — An unpleasant Predicament. — The Blast.— The " Advanced Gallery. "—The Construction and Action of the perforating Machines. — The Work performed by them. — First Sight of the " Affusto."— Immense Wear and Tear of Ma- terial. — Accidents. — Termination and Success of the Enterprise. rpHROUGH the fertile vine hills, and over the -*- broad extended plains of Burgundy — by Dijon, Macon, Chamberry, Culoz, and Aix, winding grace- fully around, and suddenly darting into and out of tunnels on the borders of the lovely, lonely lake of Bourgy, and then along the banks of the Arc — the railway train, in its progress from Paris toward Tu- rin, finally arrives at the little Savoyard village of San Michel. From this point the Italy-ward travel- ler now passes through the barren valley to Lansle- THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 117 Bourg, at the foot of Mont Cenis, crosses this to Susa, and proceeds to Turin. In a year or two, if no un- foreseen event occur, this route will be materially changed, and travellers giving San Michel the go-by, and continuing in the railway carriage up the banks of the Arc, instead of scaling the Alps, will go rush- ing through their stony heart. I had left Paris provided with a " permit " to visit the great Alpine tunnel and inspect the novel air- compressing machinery, and, having left the railway at San Michel, succeeded, with some difficulty, in pro- curing a rickety wagon to convey me to Fourneaux, about eight miles distant. It was late in the after- noon, and the lengthening shadows were rapidly crawling up the mountain-side, and departing sun- light was tinging the snowy summits with a rich creamy hue as we drove out of the village to the merry music of the grelots hung about the horses' necks. I satisfied myself, immediately on arriving at Four- neaux, that all the stories I had heard about the great work being stopped were the merest canards; and, after partaking of a better dinner than I had supposed it possible to obtain in such an uninviting establish- ment, wearied with the long and tiresome journey, I retired to rest in the little auberge on the hillside neat the-tunnel'a mouth; and the mountain torrent of Char- 118 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. rnaix, which came tumbling directly beneath my win- dow, soon lulled me to sleep with its rude, monoto- nous music. The "Mont Cenis" tunnel, as the great engineer- ing work of the century is usually called, is a mis- nomer — Mont Cenis being distant at least sixteen miles from the French entrance at Fourneaux, and twenty from the Italian entrance at Bardoneche. The line of the tunnel passes beneath three peaks, re- spectively called the "Col Frejus," the "Grand Val- lon," and the " Col de la Roue," the first being upon the French, and the latter upon the Italian slope, and the Grand Vallon at nearly an equal distance between the two. Mount Cenis being the best known of any of the ranges in this vicinity, will doubtless continue to carry off the honors. In behalf, however, of modest merit, which the poet says " seeks the shade " (and, if this be true, the Col Frejus should possess an im- mense deal of that valuable quality, as it has certainly sought out about the " shadiest " position in the en- tire valley), I desire to put upon record its claim against the recognized one of its loftier and more as- piring neighbor. Fourneaux, I found a miserable little village in a narrow gorge of the valley of the Arc, built partly on the river-bank, but principally upon the hillside. Many of the inhabitants are afflicted with goitre, with THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 119 sore eyes, or idiocy. Nature here, wild and rugged as it is, is grandly beautiful. The Grand Vallon, the culminating point of the Col Frejus, beneath whose summit the tunnel is to run, raises its lofty snow-bon- neted head 11,000 feet above the level of the sea into the sky. By the side of it is Charmaix, its sum- mit now crowned with a recent fall of snow, which had whitened the trunks and branches of the mount- ain-firs growing up to its very top. Down the mount- ain reach the firs and the pines, darkly, almost black- ly green. Mingled with them are less hardy trees, their leaves ruddy with the hues of autumn, and fruit-covered barberry-bushes, which give a rich va- riegated color to the hillside. All around are piled up the Alps, rising one above the other; and at either extremity of vision, looking up or down the valley, it seems shut in by these eternal mountains. Formerly all visitors who presented themselves at Fourneaux or Bardoneche were freely admitted to the tunnel without- any formality, but, as the work advanced, the danger attending the entrance of stran- gers, and the annoyance thereby caused to the work- men, rendered it necessary that some more strict rule should be adopted. At present permissions arc granted but for the fifth and twentieth of each month, and then only upon application to the # " Direzdmu Tecnica del traforo delle Alpi" at Turin. I found no 120 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. difficulty in securing immunity from the strict appli- cation of this rule, and every facility was afforded me in the pursuit of my investigations by the local di- rector, the Chevalier Copello. It was not until several years after it was decided that the tunnel should be excavated that the work was actually commenced. In and out of the Italian Parliament it was ridiculed and opposed by scientific men, professors and laymen — all sorts of objections being made to its practicability, all kinds of horrible possibilities being imagined as obstacles in its way. Eock might be struck of so impenetrable a nature that the keenest- tempered instruments would be bat- tered and turned aside without making upon it the slightest impression ; so hard that charges of powder, no matter how heavy, would be blown from it as they would from the mouth of a cannon, without detach- ing or even shivering the surrounding mass. Immense subterranean caverns, and yawning chasms and abysses reaching down to Hades itself, mis;ht be encountered. Large lakes mio-ht be un- bosomed, and rivers might come pouring through fis- sures in the rock, and not only drown all the work-, men, but, rushing through the tunnel on either side, overwhelm the valleys of the Dora and the Arc. Fire itself might be encountered, and the workmen suffo- cated with poisonous gases. These were some of the THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 121 imagined and imaginary difficulties in the way of the commencement and success of the enterprise. But, as the sequel will show, there were others of a much more practical, and therefore formidable nature, to be overcome. The usual mode of making tunnels is by sinking vertical shafts or wells at convenient dis- tances, and working through from one to the other. Here, however, that would have been utterly imprac- ticable. It was found that at a distance of 722 yards from the mouth, a well must have been 1000 feet in depth ; at 3000 yards, 3593 feet ; and at 6333 yards, a vertical shaft must have been 5400 feet deep — a well which, by the ordinary processes, would require nearly forty years to dig. In case the shafts were made oblique instead of vertical, they would have been almost as long as the tunnel itself. There was then but one way to open this, and that was by at- tacking it at the two ends — the mountain at its two opposite bases. But here arose another difficulty. How were laborers to be supplied with air at a dis- tance of more than three miles in the very bowels of the earth ? In tunnelling by hand, fifty or sixty J'ears would have passed away before the completion of the work, and some more rapid process must be ap- plied. Steam, the ordinary motivo power, requires fire to generate it, and fire feeds upon air. It was evidenl thai this could not be made use of, and that a 6 122 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. new motive power must be applied. A happy com- bination of circumstances led to this result. An English engineer, named Bartlett, had invented a perforating apparatus, which being set in motion by steam-power, drove a drill like a battering-ram against the face of the rock, in time making a hole, deep and large enough to be charged with powder. Three Ital- ian engineers, Messrs. Sommellier, Grandis, and Grat- toni, were at about the same time experimenting upon compressed air as a motive power, with the immediate object of applying it to the propulsion of railway trains up a steep incline in the Apennines. It occur- red to these gentlemen that could a combination be made of their motive power and Bartlett's apparatus, the result would be precisely the machine for boring a tunnel through the Alps. The motive power would cost nothing, and, instead of consuming air, would supply it to the workmen. Years of labor and of thought were expended in contriving, combining, and experimenting; and the result has been the perfo- rating machine, moved by common air compressed to one-sixth its natural bulk, and consequently, when set free, exercising an expansive force equal to that of six atmospheres, which are now working their way through the Alps at the rate of three yards a day. The work was commenced by hand at Bardoneche in 1857, and continued till 1861, when the perforators ST. JEAN DE MAURIENNE e '<* " 7/lll ^'^' l ^^^ V" %' SKETCH OF SITE OF THE TUNNEL. THE MONT CENTS TUNNEL. 125 • were introduced after about 900 yards had been ac- complished. It was not, however, until 1863 that the perforators were introduced upon the French side, the intermediate time having been occupied in erecting dwellings for the* workmen, machine-shops, and all the appliances necessary for such an immense under- taking. The map on the opposite page shows the site se- lected for the tunnel. The Arc, rising in the Alps near Mont Cenis, pours down the valley which bears its name, and empties into the Isere near Chamouset In ascending the narrow valley, it was found that near the hamlet of Fourneaux the river makes a bend in a southerly di- rection. Upon the other side of the Alps, in the val- ley watered by the Dora-Riparia, the Dora, very ac- commodatingly, also makes a bend toward the north near Bardoneche ; and thus, at these two points, the Dora and the Arc make the nearest approach to each other in all their course. Here, in these two secluded little nooks, they seem to have had a fancy for mak- ing each other's acquaintance, and each have made ad- vances as far as not merely propriety but nature her- self permitted. But the rugged, frowning, unsympa- thetic Alps stood sentinel and barrier between them, and, roughly rejecting their cooing and wooing, turned them off again in differenl directions, each to pursue 126 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. its course toward the mighty sea. This barrier skill, science, enterprise, and determination are rapidly breaking down; and, before many years shall have passed, we may reasonably hope that the Dora and the Arc, though not indeed permitted to mingle their wa- ters together in joy, will be firmly and forever united with bands of iron. It was owing to this proximity in the two valleys at those points that Fourneaux upon the French, and Bardoneche upon the Italian side, were selected as the entrances and termini of the great Alpine tunnel. Here it was found that a straight line between them and through the Alps would measure only 12,220 metres, or 13,577 yards — about seven and seven-tenths miles. Fourneaux and Bardoneche were also hap- pily situated for a convenient junction with the rail- ways already constructed, and the geological charac- ter of the mountain itself was found to be a favorable one for penetration. The first visit I made in the morning after my ar- rival at Fourneaux was to the air-compressing estab- lishment, situated half a mile from the mouth of the tunnel, and on the banks of the Arc. Without dia- grams, and even with them, the reader would fail fully to comprehend the structure and action of the power- ful and delicate machinery here employed. Twenty iron pipes or tubes, giving the ensemble the appear- THE MONT CENTS TUNNEL. 127 anco of a huge organ, stand upright at a height of thirty feet in the air ; in these, by an oscillating mo- tion caused by the rise and fall of water, common air is compressed to one-sixth its natural bulk. This rise and fall is caused by a series of pistons working in the tubes. As the piston ascends, it pushes the water before it, and this, in turn, compresses the air and chases it into a reservoir. As it descends, a valve near the top is opened, through which the common air rushes to supply the vacuum, and this, in turn, is compressed and pushed into the reservoir. The pis- tons are worked by water-wheels ; and thus one force which costs nothing is made to manufacture from the surrounding atmosphere a power which is now boring through the hardest rock. From the reservoir an iron pipe eight inches in diameter, in sections eight feet in length, the joints being rendered air-tight by cushions of caoutchouc, and laid upon the tops of stone posts, conveys the compressed air along the roadside till nearly opposite the mouth of the tunnel, where, taking a sharp turn, it follows a steep incline, upon which a double-track railway is laid, up to the entrance. I followed the course of the pipe up this incline, upon which the " kangaroo wagons" (so called on account of their peculiar construction, the two 'front wheels being made lower than the hind ones, giving the wagon tin' appearance ofa kangaroo) were 128 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. mounting, heavily laden with stone cut for the ma- son-work of the tunnel. Four hundred and fifty- eight steep stone steps brought me up on a large arti- ficial plateau formed by the debris brought from out the excavation and shot down the mountain-side. Nothing seemed so surprising, and nothing could be so likely to astonish the general observer, as the fact that the mouth of the tunnel is at a distance of 105 metres, or 340 feet above the level of the valley. The reason, however, is evident enough when the facts of the case are known. The two opposite val- leys of the Arc and the Dora differ in their heights above the level of the sea — the former being at an elevation of 1202 metres and a fraction, while Jhe lat- ter has an elevation of 1335. A line, therefore, run straight from the base of the mountain on the Bar- doneche, or most elevated side, would emerge upon the Fourneaux side at a distance of 132 metres above the valley. This difference is to be compensated for, and it is done by commencing the tunnel on this side at an elevation of 105 metres, and giving a much steeper grade from the north end to the centre than from the other, the grade in the one case being - 022 to the m&tre, and in the other but 0*0005. Arrived near the entrance of the tunnel, I deliver- ed my letter of introduction to Signore Genesio, the director of the workmen, who invited me into his THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 129 bureau, where he called my attention to a caoutchouc coat reaching nearly to the heels, and which he re- commended me to put on. We then went to the mouth of the tunnel, where, each receiving from the custodian a lighted lamp, attached to a wire about eighteen inches in length, we commenced our journey into " the bowels of the earth." The entrance does not materially differ in appear- ance from that of ordinary railway tunnels. It is here built up and faced with solid masonry, and is 25 feet 3^ inches wide at the base, 26 feet 2f inches at the broadest part, and 24 feet 7 inches high. A dou- ble railway track emerges from the mouth, and wag- ons loaded with debris were coming out, and others, filled with cut stones for the mason-work, drills, and other working utensils, going in. As we entered, the only light we could see ahead was a gas jet blazing in the distance. Along either side of the tunnel here is a troUoir of flagstones, upon which we walked, lighting a path for our feet with the lamp which hung near them. The air-conduit is ranged along the side of the gallery, while in the middle of the tunnel, be- tween the two lines of rails, a canal has been dug, through which the gas and water pipes are conveyed to the end of the gallery. This canal is wide, and deep enough to afford a refuge for the workmen, and a means of exit in case the tunnel should be filled by 6 * 130 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. a fall of the crumbling rock above. The masonry on either side was damp, and in many places little streams came trickling through it, and it occurred to me that in time this constant percolation must inevitably wear away the cement which binds the blocks of stone to- gether, and undermine the vault. Overhead the ma- sonry is not visible, nothing being seen but a wooden partition, dividing the tunnel into two equal galleries above and below. The object of this, which is only temporary, is to create a current, the rarified air from the lower gallery rising and rushing out through the upper, while fresh air comes into the lower one to supply its place. As yet, this partition extends only a short distance, and is not of much practical value. We passed the gas jet, and, looking before us, saw nothing but the most impenetrable darkness; and, looking behind, I observed the entrance gradually growing smaller, until after I had continually turned and watched it till it had dwindled down to the ap- parent size of an apple, it suddenly dropped out of sight, as the sun sinks below the horizon in a calm summer sea. Peering then in either direction, I saw only impenetrable darkness. I use the word "saw" advisedly, for this darkness here in the bowels of the earth seemed to be palpable and ponderable; some- thing more than what the philosophers define as a mere absence of light ; something heavier and more THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 131 solid than a negative — a real positive entity, which it seemed to me I could feel pressing against and around me as, guided by the flaring flame of our lamps, we forced our way through it. Upon inquiring of my guide how far we had reached, he called my atten- tion to a little notch in the wall, where the distance was marked 1000 metres, or about two-thirds of a mile. A dull rumbling sound attracted my attention ; and in the distance, but seeming miles away, lights were dancing up and down in the murky air as the feufol- let, or wildfire, dances and flits in summer evenings over marshes, bogs, and fens. These were the lamps carried by some workmen going out, and a wagon loaded with debris soon came rolling by us. Up to this time I had experienced no particular difficulty in breathing, a sensation only that the air was unnatural and dank, like that in a cellar. As we advanced, however, it began to grow hot and stifling, and we en- tered a thick yellow fog, redolent of the fumes of gun- powder, which indeed it was, seeking its way toward the mouth of the tunnel. This was very disagreea- ble, almost suffocating, producing a sensation of heav- iness upon the brain, a dull headache, and a fearful feeling of dread. As we walked on we saw lights again, dancing like fireflies in the distance, and soon a- parly of rough, half-naked, smoke-to 'grimed men, who 132 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. loomed up in the fog like enormous giants as they ap- proached, passed us on their way from work. About two miles from the entrance we came upon a little cabin, or barrack, built upon one side, and here my guide informed me that the completed portion of the tunnel on the French slope ended. Entering the cabin, and following his advice and example, I gladly removed coat and vest, covering myself again with the caoutchouc; and, picking and trimming our lamps, we darted again into the darkness. Up to this time it had been plain sailing, walking along with as little difficulty or obstacle as on a side-walk in a deserted street. Upon quitting this, however, we entered the gallery in corso di scavazione — that portion of the tun- nel which, having been opened by the perforating ma- chines, was now being enlarged by the ordinary hand process. Here there was no longer any trottoir, and picking our way over piles of rocks, which looked as though they had been thrown in confusion by giants at play, dodging wagons passing in and out, passing groups of swarthy workmen, through an atmosphere yellow, thick, and stifling, we at length came upon a group of men standing quietly, as if awaiting some- thing, in front of a heavy oaken door, which closed the passage in advance of us. My guide said we must stop here for the present. I imagined the cause, and selecting the softest, smoothest-looking rock, sat down THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. loc> and meditated. LTere was I, more than two miles from the mouth of the tunnel, with a mile of Alps piled above my head. The gallery was not more than ten feet wide and seven high, and its roof and sides were of jagged, sharp, protruding rocks, seeming to need but a slight shaking to send them tumbling- down about our ears. Suppose they should tumble, and we be all buried alive in this hole in the earth ! Suppose some of the predicted rivers, or possible lakes, should find their way through some aperture just opened, and engulf us now! Suppose the air-pipe should burst, or, worse still, the supply of air be stop- ped, and we all suffocated ! Suppose — But the thread of my rapidly-crowding hypotheses was broken by a sudden sound, which might well, under all the circumstances, have appalled a braver and more firm- ly constituted man, and which for an instant tnade me believe that one of my suppositions- was about to become a reality. Bang ! — but not the sharp crack- ing " bang" of a heated cannon, or the sound of a rock- blast in the open air — a dead, dull, rumbling explo- sion, which reverberated through the gallery, and seem- ed to give the whole earth a shake. I started, and in- voluntarily looked up, as if expecting to see the stony roof give way and tumble. Bang! bang! bang! in rapid succession five or six other blasts were blown ; the oaken doors were opened, a huge gust of thick 134 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. yellow smoke and stifling black gunpowder came rush- ing toward us, when my guide touched me on the shoulder and said we could now proceed. I uttered an inward " thank God !" that I was really safe, and speedily sprang up and joined him. Passing beyond the heavy oaken doors, still care- fully picking our way over the stones through the gallery, growing lower and narrower at every step, through the smoke we soon discovered a brilliant blaze of gas, and heard a sharp hissing sound. Sud- denly we emerged from the heat and smoke, and were breathing an air fresh, sweet, exhilarating, and doubly grateful to the lungs, after the deteriorated material upon which they had been feeding. "We were in the " advanced gallery " at the end of the tunnel, and be- fore us was the "affusto" bearing its nine perforators, persistently striking and boring their way into the solid rock, scattering around them sparks of fire struck off at every blow. fc The gallery here is not quite nine feet in width, and but eight and a half in height. The affusto, as the huge structure is called upon which the perforating machines are borne, and which bears precisely the same relation to them that the carriage does to the gun, nearly fills up the entire space. In order to ob- serve the action of the machinery, we were obliged to coast carefully along the side of this heavy wagon, and THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 135 when arrived at the front, to wedge ourselves between it and the rock, with just space enough to stand in. Here the sights and sounds really became cheerful and pleasant. The gallery is brilliantly lighted ; the compressed air, a jet of which is constantly escaping from the conduit-pipe, is fresh, cool, and grateful to the wearied lungs; the constant rapid "thud" of the drill as it strikes the rock, the hissing sound of the es- caj)ing air, the cries of the workmen to each other, sounding unnaturally loud in this pure air and con- fined space, all constituted a scene as exciting as it was strange. A feeling, of manly pride at the sight and action of these wonderful machines, in the opera- tion of which the powers of nature are made the slaves of man, seems to invade the soul. We forget that we are so far from daylight, and that four thousand feet of Alps are weighing above our heads. We forget danger, and banish fear; and the workmen, thirty- nine of whom are employed upon each affusto, seem to have no idea of either. They perform their labor in this little hole with a remarkable sense of security. They seem to play with these huge machines — they put their hands upon and direct the steel bar which strikes the rock, and the powerful instrument which pierces the Alps glides between their fingers like a child's toy. They hop about like toads between the drills, perch themselves upon and under the various 136 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. parts of the monster machine, and never seem to dream that at any moment some unknown, unlooked- for fissure in the rock may be discovered, and they crushed to atoms by the tumbling mass, or that this powerful agent, which they have made their slave, with its explosive force of six atmospheres, may some time burst its iron fetters and scatter death and de- struction around it. Each perforator, nine of which are at work, is en- tirely independent of every other, so that when one is placed hors de combat, its inability to act does not af- fect the rest. It is much easier to describe the opera- tion of the perforator and its effects, than the compli- cated machinery by which it is set in motion. The motive power is conveyed to it from the conduit by a flexible pipe, which throws the compressed air into a cylinder placed horizontally along the affusto. In this cylinder a piston works back and forth, and to this piston is attached a fleuret, or drill, about three feet long, finely tempered and sharpened at the end. As the piston moves up and down, it of course drives the drill against the rock and interdraws it, and by a very delicate and complicated piece of machinery, a rotatory motion similar to that in hand labor is given to the drill itself. We arrived in the " advanced gal- lery" at a very favorable moment, just as a new at- tack was about being commenced by a perforator. A THE MOXT CENIS TUNNEL. 137 drill was attached by a flexible joint to the piston-rod ; a workman standing upon the front end of the ma- chine held and directed this, as a gardener would the hose of a common garden-engine ; the compressed air was turned on by another workman* at the hind end of the affusto, and the drill commenced its rapid and heavy blows upon its formidable foe. "Thud!" " thud !" " thud !" it goes, at the rate of two hundred times a minute. Two men mind this portion of the apparatus — one to give the general direction of the drill, and the other, standing upon the ground, holds the end where it strikes the rock with a crooked iron, to prevent it from flying off from the desired point of attack. The force of each stroke of the bar is 90 kilogrammes, or 198 English pounds ; and as the pis- ton moves back and forth, and consequently causes the bar to strike the rock at the rate of from 180 to 200 times a minute, each drill, therefore, exercises upon the point of attack a force equivalent to 89,600 pounds a minute. The rock upon which the perforators were at work when we entered was hard white quartz, the most dif- ficult to pierce which has yet been encountered. This layer was struck in the middle of June, and its pres- ence has materially retarded the progress of the tun- nel. Formerly, in the mica, hornblende, slate, and limestone through which they quarried, the pcrfora- 138 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. tors made an advance of from one and a half to three yards a day. In this quartz they now make but from eighteen to thirty inches. A few figures will exhibit the rapid and decided reduction in the rate of prog- ress. In May the advance was 91 metres ; in June, when the first croppings of the quartz began to ap- pear, it was reduced to 49-| ; in July, to 16 ; in Au- gust, to 13 ; and in September, to 19-| metres. It is supposed that there still remains a year's work in this quartz. In commencing a perforation, the first difficulty is making a hole sufficiently large to confine the drill. When this first strikes the rock it hits wide and wild, like a pugilist blinded by the blows of his adversary. When once fairly entered, however, it works back and forth, and rotates with great precision and regularity, a stream of water being conveyed into the hole by a flexible pipe to facilitate the boring. The nine per- forators are placed above, below, in the centre, and on the sides of the affusto, so as to attack the rock at dif- ferent points and angles, upon a surface of seven square metres. About eighty holes in the ordinary rock, from thirty to forty inches in depth, and vary- ing in diameter from an inch and a half to three inches, are thus bored in preparation for blasting. In the quartz, however, in which the boring is now in progress, the holes are made but from seven inches THE MONT OENIS TUNNEL. 139 to a foot in depth. Eight hours is usually employed in the boring, and this being completed, the affusto is drawn back, and a new set of workmen, the miners, take possession of the gallery. The holes are charged with powder and tamped, the miners retire behind the oaken doors, the slow match is ignited, an explosion oc- curs, which sends its reverberating echoes to the very extremity of the tunnel ; the rock blown out is clear- ed away, the affusto is advanced again, and another set of workmen coming in, the perforators are set in mo- tion. And so this continues year in and out, week- days and Sundays, night and day. The thousand workmen employed upon either side are divided into three reliefs, each working eight hours and resting six- teen. But two days in the year, Easter Sunday and Christmas, are acknowledged holidays. And for this constant, difficult, and dangerous subterranean labor, accompanied with an oppressive heat and a poisonous atmosphere, with smoke and grime and dirt, the com- mon laborers receive but three francs a day, the more important and experienced ones four and five. The quartz rock is terribly destructive to the drills and machines, and the former are required to be changed every few minutes, the tempered ends be- ing battered and dulled after a few hundred strokes against the rock. In the comparatively soft material through which they have been passing there has been 140 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. an average of a hundred and fifty drills and two per- forators placed Jwrs de combat for each metre of ad- vance ; and M. Sommellier estimates the number of perforating machines which will succumb in the at- tack, before the final victory is gained, at no less than two thousand. My guide and myself had now been wedged in be- tween the affusto and the rock for more than half an hour, and having seen and heard sufficiently, I pro- posed to leave ; and, taking our lamps, we commenced our " progress " backward. On our passage through the gallery of excavation, we were frequently stopped by wagons standing on the rail-track, which were re- ceiving loads of stone, let fall into them through traps cut in the partition previously mentioned, and which divides the tunnel into two galleries. I had a curi- osity to mount into this upper gallery ; and climbing a steep staircase cut in the rock, we soon entered it. Here was another strange sight : an immense stone chamber, with walls and roof of jagged stone, through which little streams of water were percolating, filled with smoke, through which the flickering light of the miners' lamps was dulled and deadened, a hot, fetid atmosphere, and a hundred black-looking men boring and drilling on every side, the platform covered with loose stones, the debris of the blast which we had heard on entering, and from the effects of which we THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 141 were only protected by this oaken wall. "Are not accidents frequent here ?" I asked my guide. " Not very," he replied ; and told me that since the begin- ning of the work but about forty men had been kill- ed by premature explosions, falling of the rock, by being crushed under the wagons, and every other form of accident. The day after I visited the tunnel, upon the very spot where I stood in the " advanced gallery," a premature explosion occurred, caused by a spark struck from the rock while a miner was tamping a charge, resulting in the death of four men, and the blinding and serious maiming of six others. Over and among the stones, and down another steep ladder, and a short walk brought us to the little cabin where wc had left our coats. These we were glad to put on again, as the air was already growing colder. In the gallery of excavation, the thermometer, summer and winter, ranges from 71° to 84° Fahr., and there is frequently a difference of 40° in the tem- perature of the interior and exterior of the tunnel. Over the trottoir we rapidly retraced our steps toward the entrance. This soon appeared in sight, and grow- ing larger and larger, we soon reached it, and emerged once more safe and sound into (jrod's fresh, pure air, and saw before us and around us again the snow- crowned, fir-girdled Alps towering above the vallej 142 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. of the Arc. We had been more than three hours " in the bowels of the earth." The geologists and engineers now confidently pre- dict, unless some unforeseen obstacle occurs, that the tunnel will be opened from end to end in 1870. Yet there are not a few old croakers, who still believe that the " unforeseen obstacles " will yet be encountered, and bar the way of the perforator and affusto ; that harder rock may yet be struck ; that the subterranean caverns and yawning chasms and abysses may stretch beneath the very summit of the Grand Yallon ; that the rivers and lakes may yet burst forth and overwhelm and engulf workmen, tun- nel, and the valleys in which its either end debouches. In reply to all this, however, the geologists and engi- neers calmly assert that thus far their " diagnosis," if I may use the term, of the character of the mountain- chain beneath which the tunnel runs, has proved cor- rect, and that they have no reason to believe it will not continue so to the end. Let us hope that they are right, and the croakers all wrong, and that within the time predicted, on some fine morning, the miners upon either side may hear the steady, rapid "thud" of the drill, as it strikes upon the then only thin wall, upon the other ; and that the affusto having been withdrawn, and the mine fired, when the smoke of the explosion shall have THE MONT CENIS TUNNEL. 143 cleared away, the laborers from Fourneaux and Bar- doneche, climbing over the debris, may meet and shake their rough hands together, and mingle their rude voices in a shout of joy that their work is fin- ished, and that there arc no more Alps. CHAPTER V. THE QUARTIER LATIN. My Residence and Mode of Life. — Occupations of Women in Paris. — ' Ladies taking the Degrees of " Bachelor " of Arts and Letters. — A Lady attempting to obtain a medical Diploma. — Quiet Life of my Concierge. — My Neighbor, little Aglae, the Flower-maker. TTTHEN I first came to Paris I took up my resi- * * dence in the Quartier Latin. Dear, charming old Latin Quarter ! Its quaint, narrow, sunless streets, and queer, dilapidated houses, are rapidly-.disappear- ing before the pick and shovel of modern improve- ment. There still remain within its classic precincts, however, those institutions of learning which have at- tained a world-wide reputation. It is yet the favorite home of art, science, and lore of every description ; still the -abode of literary and artistic Bohemians and enthusiastic youth ; and, of all portions of Paris, the one in which a meditative, pensive, thoughtful man most delights to stroll. It is a free, independent life, that of a single man in Paris, and I can not perhaps convey a better idea of it than to give my readers a little insight into my own. During the five years that I resided in the Latin Quarter I lived, in utter disre- THE QUARTIER LATIN. 145 gard of the opinion of "Mrs. Grundy," in the third story front. The view from my window was delight- ful ; for I looked into a room on the opposite side of the street, full of good-natured, giggling grisettes, who plied their needles all day as busy as bees. Below them was a carpenter's shop, from which issued early in the morning, breaking upon my matutinal slum- bers, the soft, delicious music of a saw and hammer, assisted by a parrot, who had learned to imitate the sawing and hammering wonderfully. My room con- tained a large cabinet de toilette, in which I took my bath. The bed stood in an alcove which might be shut off by curtains. The room was furnished with a sofa, four chairs, a secretary, centre-table, side-table, book-case, and clock — one of those wonderful French clocks which never go : there was no carpet, but, in lieu of that, a clean floor of oak, which the garcon danced or skated over once a week, with a pair of waxed brushes attached to his feet. For all this lux- ury I paid fifty francs a month rent, and five francs service to the garcon who made up my room. For be it known that, in most of the maisons meu- blees and small hotels in Paris, the chamberwork is done by men instead of women. On the other hand, a great many more avenues are open here to female en- terprise, skill, talent, and industry than in England or tin- T "ni t'-cl States. Tn Paris, women engage in occu- 146 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. pations which would be considered decidedly " out of their sphere " in either of the above-named countries. In the retail shops, the larger portion of the attendants are girls, and in most of them a woman is the book- keeper. Women are employed, indeed, as book-keep- ers in some of the large wholesale establishments, and are said to make excellent accountants. In all the cafes and restaurants women are engaged as general supervisors and to keep the books ; in nearly all the butchers', grocers', and bakers' shops the wife of the proprietor keeps the accounts and receives the moneys. In many, if not the majority of the theatres, the ticket- offices are kept by women, as are they also at many of the railway stations. In the country, women work in the fields and drive carts, and sow and hoe and reap. In Paris, cases of ladies following the courses of lectures at the Sorbonne or the College de France, and obtaining their degrees as "Bachelors" of Arts and Sciences and Letters, are by no means uncommon. A young lady named Reugger, a native of Algeria, who, having received a diploma as " Bachelor of Let- ters," after passing a brilliant examination, applied some time ago to the Dean of the Faculty of Medi- cine at Montpellier for permission to pursue the regu- lar medical course. This was refused on account of her sex, and she then appealed to the Minister of Public Instruction, who, without committing himself THE QUARTIER LATIN. 147 regarding the general principle, proposed as a com- promise that the applicant should agree to confine her practice to Algeria, among the female Arabs, who, it seems, more sensitive than the dames of more culti- vated societies, decidedly object to the manipulations of male physicians. The young lady refused to com- promise, and threw herself on her " reserved rights." The case was referred directly to the Emperor for his adjudication, and the friends of the young lady, and of woman's rights in general, insist that the monarch who made Kosa Bonheur a "chevalier" can not deny Mademoiselle Eeugger the privilege of becoming a physician. But to return to my life in the Latin Quarter. At lit o'clock Frangois brought me a bowl of delicious coffee and a single roll ; and this first breakfast I ate as Parisians do, in bed. Then, in dressing-gown and slippers, I read or wrote till nearly noon, when I went to breakfast: a good substantial one, consisting of two or three courses — beefsteak, fish, chops, bread, vegeta- bles, and half a bottle of red wine ; then to a reading- room, where for three francs a month one has the privilege of seeing all the Parisian, and most of the provincial journals ; then crossing the garden of the Tuileries, I strolled on the Boulevards or Champs Elysees till dinner, which came at six. In the even- ing, friends, the theatre, concert, or lecture. At, elev- 148 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. en I usually went home. My door was fastened, bu.t upon ringing a bell it flew open as if by magic. What a quiet, peaceful life must have been that of my concierge and gargon, Francois ! He slept in a little box at the end of the entrance, at the foot of the stair- case, and from ten o'clock at night, when the door was shut, till six in the morning, when it was opened, he was obliged to respond to every ring of the bell by pulling a cord at his bedside, which opened the door and admitted the lodger. As the young men who reside in the Quartier Latin are not generally ad- dicted to early hours, their incomings, strewed along the whole night, must, I should suppose, have seri- ously interfered with the dreams of Francois. It is to be hoped that, having become accustomed to it, he pulled the cord mechanically, without even waking. At all events, he looked rosy and jolly, and saluted me every morning in his Auvergnat patois, which bears about the same relation to French that the dia- lect of the Cornish miners does to the language of Macaulay or Byron. In these Parisian lodging-houses one is entirely independent of his neighbor, and one may live for years in a house without knowing tne occupant of the next room. On the floor below me lived a young student and the cheerer of his, otherwise, solitary lot, a young person rejoicing in a very flaming bonnet THE QUARTIER LATIN. 149 and yellow ribbons, whom I had occasionally seen indulging in what I should conceive a highly un- feminine st}< le of Terpsichorean gymnastics, at the Gloserie de Lilas. She and the student were evident- ly married, as they say in Paris, "in the Twenty- first Arrondissement." And yet my neighbor with the glaring hat and yellow ribbons, and her student- lover, with his seedy coat and unkempt hair, seemed quite as happy as a great many couples I have met in life whose unions were duly blessed by " book and candle." In the back room, opposite mine, lived a little fl«wer-maker, Aglae', and her mother. The pretty patient little creature plied her busy fingers from day- light in the morning often till the night was far spent; for with the two or three francs a day which she earn- ed, she found it difficult to support herself and her poor mother, who was confined to her bed half the time with rheumatism. One day, shortly after I first moved into the house, I heard a tap at my door, and, opening it, found this pretty little girl standing there. She had heard that I was an itranger, and Francois, who never could get it out of his stupid head that all etrangers came to Paris to study medicine, had told her that I was a doctor, and she wanted me to come in and see her mother, who was laid up with one of her rheumatic attacks. T undeceived her as to mv L50 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. profession, but, finding her mother was really very ill, sent for a medical friend, whose treatment greatly re- lieved .her. After that little Aglae and I became great friends, and many a long winter evening I sat in their humble, ill-furnished room, reading to and talking with them, while little Aglae worked away at her roses and lilies. Her "young man," the grain- seller's son in the next building, who took her to the gallery of the Porte St. Martin or the parterre of the Bobino on Sunday evenings, told Aglae" that she must not be so agreeable to the etranger ; but this did not prevent her, when I was ill for a week, from bringing her work into my room, and chirping away in her cheerful manner as blithely as a bird. • Then it was all arranged that when I received the hundred thousand francs, which was the first prize in the Montenegrine lottery, in which there were several mil- lions of tickets, of which I possessed four, costing five sous each, Aglae was to have a dot of I won't say how many francs, and was to marry the grain -seller's son, and I was to be one of the groomsmen, and the old lady was to live with them, and a plate was to be set for me every Sunday, and the grain-seller's son was to have a shop of his own, and we were all to be as happy as possible. Dreams — dreams — ! We saved her delicate little body from the horrors of the fosse commune ; and now THE QUARTIER LATIN. 151 when I stray into the cemetery of Mont Parnasse, my feet involuntarily lead me to a little green grave fra- grant with springing violets. Upon the headstone three wreaths of immortelles are hanging, and beneath them is chiselled the name of " Aglae." CHAPTER VI. WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. Snail-eating. — History and Habits of the Snail. — Cost of living in Paris.— Cheap Restaurants. — Horse-eating.— Bill of Fare of a Horse-dinner.— Tables d'hote.— First-class Restaurants.— Cre- mer ies.— " Etablissements de Bouillon."— How the Parisian Poor furnish their Tables. THE people of Paris, although many of them are obliged to live in an exceedingly frugal manner, in the aggregate eat a great deal. They consume an- nually about seventy million pounds of meat, two mil- lions of dollars' worth of sea-fish, five millions of dol- lars' worth of poultry and game, ten million eggs, and an incalculable quantity of vegetables and snails. Yes, snails ! those slimy molluscs, which thrive in damp gardens and vineyards and love the mould and moss which gathers on stone walls and " around dead men's graves." These may be seen in the windows of the cheaper eating-houses in Paris, where they are exposed as a tempting bait, and they may also be procured at some of the first-class restaurants. The man who first dared to eat an oyster was, no doubt, a hero deserving immortality; but what extraordinary WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 153 courage must he have had who made the first essay upon these slippery gasteropods, now so much esteem- ed in the cuisine of the " most refined nation of the world!" Who he was, or where he made the heroic "gulp" which gave a new sensation to his palate, we shall probably never know, for snail-eating dates from a remote period. Pliny, indeed, mentions one Fulvius Hirpinus, who cultivated the snail, as well as a taste for him, and who constructed a grand snailery, in which he fattened his pets with boiled barley, and served them wine to drink spiced with aromatic herbs. In the time of Pliny, snails, imported from abroad, were a popular article of food in Eome ; those coming from Sicily, the Balearic Isles, and Capri be- ing esteemed as highly as in these degenerate days are "Chicaroras," "Blue Points," "Princess Bays," and "East Rivers." During many centuries the fattening of snails for the table has been a profitable business on the Conti- nent, the monasteries and convents having almost the entire monopoly of this commerce. Addison has re- lated his visit to the snailery of the Capuchin con- vents of Ulm and Fribourg, where the delicate crea- tures were kept in shady court-yards, and furnished with mossy stones to lounge upon, and favorite plants on which to feed, while above the walls and around them a not was stretched to prevent the lively animals 7* 154 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. from too freely indulging their vagabond propensities and straying away from home. The snails consumed in Prance come mostly from the ancient provinces of Burgundy, Champagne, and the Franche Comte, where they are gathered from the grape-vines, of the leaves of which they are particu- larly fond. The original producers sell them in the Paris market for about twelve sous a hundred, and the marketmen retail them at from one to two francs, according to size. After boiling in the shell, which is then stopped up with a batter made of butter, eggs, herbs, and pepper, the animal is drawn out and eaten, batter and all. I tried a dozen one day. Abstractly speaking, they are not bad, but upon my uncultivated taste a flavor intruded itself which seemed a cross be- tween that of a clam and a cockroach. The snail of "Burgundy, in learned parlance the " Helix pomatia" or the "Burgundy oyster" of the vernacular, is the largest and finest, being about two inches in length, and very fat and succulent. This snail is common in the north and centre of France, where it is found upon the vines, in the woods, and on the hedges. It does not exist at all in the south of France, although among the Eoman ruins of Provence its shell is often met with, from which it is inferred that the luxurious Eomans introduced it there for their own use. The Helix jpomatia is considered the hardi- WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 155 est, and at the same time the most palatable and profitable of the snail family, though there are several other species, which are more or less prized by gas- tronomers. In the south of France is found the Helix aspersa, a spotted variety, being the common garden snail; the Helix nemorosa, the wood snail, very com- mon in Languedoc ; the Helix lactea, the white snail, and the Helix verrniculata, commonly known in Prov- ence as the mourgette, or "little nun," a title given it on account of its retiring habits. At Marseilles, the Helix 2^>isana, or Pisa snail, is very much esteemed. It is a pretty little snail, with a bright yellow shell, over which brown bands are drawn. This is the snail for the amateur to commence with ; it has a much less formidable appearance than the big pomatia, the oys- ter of Burgundy. It must not be supposed that snails are gathered at hazard, and cooked and eaten without undergoing careful inspection. The police authorities of Paris — who protect the stomachs of the citizens from the de- bilitating effects of watered milk and wine, who are sufficiently familiar with comparative anatomy to be able to distinguish readily between a rabbit and a cat, even though the latter may be enveloped in the skin of the former — the efficient police — who keep a sharp look-out for calves and cattle that never gave up the trhost "in the regular way;" who know at a glance 156 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. the difference between mushrooms and toadstools — the police authorities do not permit the members of the great snail family to pass the city gates of Paris without a passport certifying to the locality in which they waxed fat. It is well known that the snail has a great predilection for poisonous plants, and botanical gardeners have much trouble in preserving from his voracity the belladonnas, the lobelias, the mandrago- ras, and the tobaccos, of all of which he is particular- ly fond. Prudence, then, would suggest, that one in- clined to eat should first inquire respecting the early youth, and riper age, and dietetic habits of his in- tended victim. The snail should never be swallowed until he has been submitted to a few days' fast, or during the winter, when he is in a torpid condition, and when he does not eat at all. At the approach of winter the snail seeks the holes and chinks of old walls, and, with the view of still better protecting himself against currents of cold air, he closes the opening of his shell with a window formed of mucus, which, drying and hardening by exposure, affords him a perfect protection ; retiring then into his house, which for convenience' sake he always carries upon his back, the snail lies patiently, dozing and dreaming, in his hole in the wall, till the warm sunshine and melting air tempt him out again, to browse upon the springing leaves. WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 157 One can live in Paris in all sorts of styles, and at all sorts of prices ; and one of the great pleasures of life in the French capital is the perfectly independent manner in which one can lodge and eat, without fear of " Mrs. Grundy." A large portion of the people take their meals at restaurants, breakfasting from nine to twelve, and dining usually from five to eight. Families who have their own apartments avoid the trouble and care of cooking by eating abroad. There are two principal classes of restaurants: — those which furnish meals at a fixed price, and those where one may breakfast and dine a la carte. All the best and most fashionable places are in the latter category, and the charges at some of them are very exorbitant. But there are cheap places, and plenty of them ; and as a fair sample of the cheapest class of eating-houses, which are at all decent, where meals are furnished at a fixed price, I give below a trans- lation of a little bill, thrust into the hands of pedes- trians upon all the bridges of Paris, and which is the advertisement of a restaurant, a large number of which exist here, patronized mostly by students, workmen, grisettes, literary Bohemians, and other poor fellows whose purses do not always correspond either with their taste or appetite. La voila! Breakfast at 14 sous : A soup — a plate of meat — a plate of fish or vegetables — a dessert — a quarter bot- 158 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. tie of wine, and bread " at discretion." For sixteen sous one may have a half-bottle of wine, or a bottle of beer. Dinner at 16 sous : A soup — a plate of meat with vegetables — a plate of vegetables — a dessert — a quar- ter-bottle of wine, and bread "at discretion." For two sous more, one may have two plates of meat. Dinner at 21 sous: A soup — two plates " at choice" — half a bottle of wine or a bottle of beer— a dessert, and bread at discretion. Dinner at 25 sous: A soup — three plates " at choice" — half a bottle of wine — a dessert, and bread " at dis- cretion." So — with the two sous which the waiter always ex- pects to be left at the side of the plate, and which at all the restaurants is placed by the waiters in a com- mon receptacle and divided at night — one can break- fast, after a fashion, at sixteen sous, and dine for eight- een. A very hungry man might fail to satisfy the cravings of his " inner nature " at one of these meals, as the portions are rather diminutive (sometimes, too, I suspect, like Eogers's wine, " very little for their age ") ; and a connoisseur in wines would certainly not visit one of these establishments more than once. In the course of the punishment to which I sub- mitted my stomach, while experimenting at the vari- ous Parisian restaurants, I witnessed at one of these WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 159 places, while breakfasting one morning, a little speci- men of the economical habits of the French people, which, however creditable to them, would certainly, had no other cause for the adoption of such a rule existed, have led me to withdraw my patronage, final- ly and forever, from that establishment. -I had been indulging in an exceedingly nutritious, palatable, and favorite dish of mine, called " tete de veau a Thuile" and, with my extravagant notions, had made the sad remains of that unfortunate calf's intelligence liter- ally swim in a lake of oil and vinegar. The meat soon disappeared under the sharpening influence of an excellent appetite, but a large portion of the unc- tuous compound in which it had been seasoned I left upon the plate, and ordered the second dish to which I was entitled. The waiter looked at the ocean of oil and vinegar in which the calf's head had been im- mersed, and then he looked at me with a mixture of wonder, scorn, and an expression which seemed to say, " Not much made off that dish of tete de veau a Thuih" Then he called another waiter, and they both looked at the dish, and then both looked at me ; and then the first waiter said something to the second waiter soito voce, and handed him the plate, with which — holding it very carefully, so that not a drop of it should be spilled, and giving me a withering 1 M>k in his transit — he started for the kitchen. I 160 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. knew, at first thought, the fate of that greasy com- pound ; it was not thrown away ; that would not have accorded with the French idea of " economy," and particularly with the economy of cheap restaurant keeping. It was, of course, mixed into some other mess in the kitchen, and I should not hesitate to af- firm my belief, which no amount of persecution would force me to relinquish, that other individuals, beside the calf and myself, had a taste of its quality. I sincerely trust that the guest who was fortunate enough to get it appreciated my masterly method of making sauce piquante for tete de veau a Thuile. There are those who insinuate that, at these cheap restau- rants, horse and cat are served up under the name and guise of beef and rabbit, but of this I do not be- lieve a word- The flesh of horses, however, is eaten in France, and is sold in the shambles, like other meat, in every arrondissement of Paris, where horses, killed on account of incurable wounds, or any other cause which would not disease the flesh, are cut up and sold. The late distinguished savant, Isidore Geoffrey St. Hilaire, was an enthusiastic supporter of the " hippogastric " the- ory and practice. He contended that it was only an " absurd prejudice " which prevented people from eat- ing horse-flesh, and that it was quite as palatable and nutritious as beef. Some years since M. St. Hilaire WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 161 gave a dinner to a number of his brother savants, at which horse, in all possible styles of cooking, was served up ; last year a grand hippophagic banquet was given at the Grand Hotel in Paris, under the aus- pices of the society for the protection of animals. An ill-natured anti-hippophage might be inclined to suggest that it was a droll way of " protecting " an animal to eat him ; but this is exactly what the so- ciety did on this occasion. There was horse soup, boiled horse, filet cle horse, roast horse, hashed horse, and, finally, horse liver with truffles, of all of which the company partook, and pronounced it excellent. The tickets for this dinner were sold at fifteen francs, which is just fourteen francs and a half more than an unconscious dinner of horse-meat would cost in one of the cheap restaurants of the Qvartier Mouffetard, and yet there were present no less than one hundred and twenty persons, representing the learned profes- sions, and nearly every rank in life. After the guests had partaken of the beast, the di- rector of the veterinary school at Alfort, under whose direction the banquet was provided, informed them that the animals, of which they had been tasting the quality, were not young, fat, and fresh horses, but old, excessively lean, and worn out with labor. The ani- mals killed for the feast were respectively thirteen, seventeen, and twenty-three years of age. 162 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. The bill of fare of a horse dinner is a novelty. Here is that of the one referred to : Potage. Vermicelli aix consomme de cheval. Hors d'ceuvre de table vane's. Releves. Saumon, sauce Hollandaise. Cotlette de cheval boulli, ganiie de choux. Cheval, en boeuf a la mode. Entrees. Hachis de cheval, a la Menagere. Poularde, sauce supreme. Rotis. Filet de cheval bigarre, sauce Xeres. Pate de foie de cheval aux truffes. It is not, of course, the desire of the hippophagists (who number in their ranks some of the most learned men in France) to substitute horse-flesh for that of cattle, but simply to overcome the " absurd preju- dice," so that horses killed in battle, or by accident, or which are killed by their owners when they be- come useless on account of broken limbs, or from oth- er causes not affecting their general health, can be made of use. In spite, however, of the labors of the savants, it will probably be a long time before the " ab- surd prejudice " against horse-eating, and which, sin- gularly enough, extends to cats, dogs, rats, and other " small deer," will be overcome. WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 163 • In the Palais Eoyal, and scattered all over Paris, are restaurants at a fixed price, where a breakfast, consisting of two dishes and a dessert, half a bottle of wine or a cup of coffee, may be had for twenty-five sous, and a dinner composed of a half-bottle of wine, soup, three dishes selected from the bill of fare, and a dessert, for two francs. Besides these are' many tol- erably cheap restaurants a la carte, where a good din- ner may be made at from two to five francs. As a rule, any one living in Paris, and desiring to practice economy, should dine either at a restaurant at a " fixed price," or at a " (able d'hote." All the first -class, and most of the ordinary ho- tels, furnish a table d'hote dinner, at which other than guests of the house may dine. From that of the " Grand Hotel," served in the most gorgeous public dining-room in the world, down to the dinner set be- fore poor students at twenty-one sous in the Latin Quarter, there is, as in restaurants, a wide range, offer- ing a great variety of price as well as fare. At the " Grand Hotel " the price of dinner, including vin or- dinaire, is eight francs; at the Hotel du Louvre it is seven ; at Meurice's, six, exclusive of wine; and at the hotels a grade below these, the price is usual- ly five francs, with wine. Then there are many excellent dinners served at four, three, and two francs and a half, at the smaller hotels, and oven 164 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. for two francs, with the usual fee of two sous to the waiter. Of the first-class restaurants in Paris, at which meals are served a la carte; and where the prices are high, there are some which have acquired a world-wide rep- utation for the excellence of their cuisine and the su- periority of their wines. Among these are the Maison Doree, the Cafe Riche, and the Cafe Anglais, Philippes, and Vefours. At these places, where every thing is served in the most elegant manner, a dinner for a sin- gle person, such as a man of taste and appetite would select, costs from ten to thirty francs. In addition to the bill, it is customary to give the waiters a pour boire, at the rate of a sou upon each franc spent. In the Parisian cafes and restaurants the waiters are not paid by the proprietor, and, indeed, in many cases, they purchase from him the privilege of serving in his establishment, depending entirely upon the cus- tomer for their reward. Besides all these, there is another class of eating- houses, which abound in the Latin Quarter, and which are extensively patronized by students, artists, and literary Bohemians, on account of their cheapness. These are little places called " cremeries" where a big bowl of coffee, or chocolate, or boiled milk, or milk boiled with rice, is served for four sous, with rolls at a sou each, and a little pat of fresh butter for WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 165 another sou. A beefsteak may be had for eight, and a mutton-chop for six sous more, and a couple of eggs for five ; so that at a cremerie a very decent breakfast may be made for fourteen or fifteen sous, and at many of these places a moderate dinner may be had for a franc. Within a few years a new class of eating estab- lishments, which are patronized by all classes, has sprung up in Paris. These are the etablissements de bouillon — literally, " soup-houses " — although all the ordinary dishes which constitute breakfast and dinner are served in them. •In these places the cooking is all done in the eating-room — an inclosed space, usual- ly in the centre of it, being appropriated for this pur- pose ; arid here the different messes are cooked in coppers, polished and shining like mirrors. The best of these establishments are conducted by a butcher, named Duval, who has no less than ten of them in different parts of Paris, in which he is said to furnish food to at least twenty thousand people daily. The finest and most extensive of Duval's establishments is in the Eue Montesquieu, just back of the Hotel du Louvre. The room is an immense one, capable of dining a thousand people at a time, with upper galle- ries extending entirely around it, and a large space in the centre appropriated to the cooking department, presided over by a number of neatly - dressed girls. 1 1' re, as in all these places, a perfect system of check:- 16(5 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EURORE. and balances exists to prevent mistakes, and insure honesty on the part of the employes. Upon enter- ing the door, a man sitting at a counter hands the customer a little printed bill of fare with the price of each dish attached, from which he orders his meaL As each dish is ordered, the waiter who brings it checks it off from the bill. When the meal is fin- ished, the customer, in going out, hands the bill to a woman sitting at another counter. She adds up the amount, and, when it is paid, stamps the bill. The customer then takes it, and is required to deliver the bill at the door. In these places excellent soup is served at four sous a bowl, vegetables at four sous a plate,- and roast meats at seven and eight sous. A napkin, if used, is charged one sou, but if not used, is taken away un- charged for. In some of Duval's establishments girls are employed as waiters, and one of these kitchen-res- taurants is well worth a visit to those who are at all curious in the gastronomic art. In one corner of the Holies Centrales, one of the finest market-houses in the world, covering the space which was formerly the "Cemetery of the Innocents," is a queer collection of stalls, at which hundreds, and possibly thousands of the poor of Paris purchase their daily provisions. These stalls are supplied with the debris of the restaurants and hotels — pieces which WHAT THE PARISIANS EAT. 167 palled upon the appetite of the guest, or were found too tough for mastication, or which, for some good reason, even a French cook was not able to disguise and convert into a palatable dish. These are all as- sorted in plates, and ranged along the stall in rows for the inspection, choice, and purchase of the hungry poor. Here is a dish of cold boiled beef cut up in conveniently small pieces, and looking dry and blue ; next to it a plate of second-hand, dilapidated beef- steaks or veal cutlets, then a dish of fried potatoes, or beans, or cabbage. Back on the shelves are bushels of bread, in pieces, generally very stale and dry; and in some of the stalls the " sweet tooth " of the custom- ers may be gratified by the purchase of old cakes, tarts, little pats of dirty -looking blanc-raange, and oth- er delicacies fallen from their high estate. This Gol- gotha of departed good things is visited every day by poor people, who, for a few sous, purchase sufficient to keep soul and body together, and who either eat on the spot, or tumbling the purchase into a greasy bag, take it to their homes, to share it with those who are dependent on them. CHAPTER VII. THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. Hospital Lariboisiere.— The Physician's Visit.— The surgical Wards. — The Operating-room. — Medical Students.— Chassaignac's Oper- ations with the " Ecraseur." NO city in the world is so well provided 4s Paris with public hospitals — those noble institutions in which are received, •" without money and without price," the sick of every nation, age, clime, color, and religion. Every description of disease, every special want, and every period of life, from infancy to old age, have here establishments devoted to them. One is appropriated to poor women about becoming mothers; another, the foundling hospital, to the reception and care of abandoned infants ; another exists, in which children only are received from the public institutions, or when brought thither by their parents. Two hos- pitals are expressly set apart for aged people, and two are devoted to the care and comfort of incurable pa- tients of both sexes. In one establishment, the Hos- pice des Menages, old married couples may live, and terminate their career together. Others have been arranged for the care of persons who, without being THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. 169 utterly destitute, do not possess sufficient means to enable them to live independently, and who, giving their incomes to the institutions, are provided for dur- ing their lives. Numbers of old army officers with small pensions live in this manner, and many mem- bers of families once proud and rich, but who in the revolutions 'that have successively swept over France have been well-nigh ruined, avail themselves now of this charitable provision. Besides these establishments devoted to special purposes, there are in Paris eight general hospitals, intended for the reception of persons of both sexes attacked with acute diseases, and for those who have been maimed, or who require the performance of sur- gical operations. The only necessary passport of ad- mission is the fact of being sick, or of requiring sur- gical treatment. Foreigners, however, must have re- sided six months in Paris to entitle them to free admis- sion. A gratuitous consultation is held every morning at each hospital, at which patients may present them- selves, or they may be sent to any particular establish- ment upon application to the Bureau Cenlrale. These hospitals contain, each, from three to eight hundred beds, and the number of patients annually received amounts to nearly ninety thousand, about six thou- sand being always in occupancy of the beds. Twelve thousand aged people aro provided for in thorn. 8 170 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. About five thousand foundlings are annually commit- ted to the fostering care of the good Sisters of St. Yin- cent de Paul, which order was expressly established by its benevolent founder for the shelter of these poor little outcasts ; these waifs thrown homeless upon the bleak shore of life's stormy ocean. The most cele- brated surgeons and physicians of Paris, such as Messrs. Nelaton, Velpeau, and Chassaignac, pay daily visits to the patients in the different hospitals and prescribe for them. The annual cost of caring for the sick in the Paris- ian hospitals is about twenty-two millions of francs, derived from the following sources: Revenues from property bequeathed to the fund ; receipts from thea- tres and other places of public amusement (ten per cent, of the gross receipts); receipts from paying pa- tients, and a subvention from the city of twelve mil- lions of francs. The average daily cost of maintenance of each patient in the general hospitals is two francs and twenty-five centimes. In the hospice for old peo- ple it is but one franc and a half. The Hospital Lariboi sieve, which is the newest and finest establishment of the kind in Paris, was a frequent place of resort of mine in company with some one of my medical acquaintances; and as the routine and management of all the general hospitals is the same, a description of this will answer for all. THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. 171 It contains six hundred and twelve beds, divided into twenty different wards. At eight o'clock each morn- ing, the visit of the physician, who usually has two wards, including about eighty patients, under his charge, is made. The first thing which strikes the visitor, upon entering one of the wards, is the air of exceeding cleanliness and neatness which pervades the whole. The floors are of wood, polished with wax ; the beds are ranged along on either side, leav- ing a broad walk between them. Each bed is hung with a canopy of white sheeting, and at the foot of it is a card stating the name and residence, disease and time of admission of the patient. In each ward, hov- ering around the bedside of the sick like angels of mercy, are several sisters 'of the orders of St. Vincent, St. Martha, St. Augustine, or some other of the re- ligious orders which the Catholic Church has insti- tuted as a retreat for those who, tired of the follies and frivolities of the world, desire to spend their lives in offices of charity and goodness. These women de- vote themselves to the care of the sick, performing often the most menial services, cheering the con- valescent with the radiance of their heavenly faces, and pointing the poor sufferers, when the visions of this world are fading into eternity, to the cross of the Saviour, and the life beyond the hospital and the grave. One sees these angels of mercy in every street 172 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. in Paris, bent upon some charitable errand, and big- oted indeed must he be whose religious prejudices would prevent his heart from doing homage to these noble and self-sacrificing women. Theirs is no life of indolent worship; no mere muttering of paters and aves, and counting of beads upon a rosary, consti- tutes their labor, but their time is spent in an active, ceaseless round of charitable toil. With tender cares, such as a woman only knows how to apply, these "sisters" minister wherever suffering demands their aid. Childless, and ever to be so, they are the moth- ers of the orphans and foundlings whose parents are dead, or have deserted them, and their unmated hearts embrace within their large folds all who need their aid or sympathy, regardless of clime, creed, or color. It is a great mistake to suppose that it is only the old, ugly, and soured women who take the vow of chastity, poverty, and obedience, and whose lives, un- der the instruction and control of the Church, are spent in deeds of active benevolence. Beautiful faces oftener peep out from the white or black hoods of the "sisters;" and forms which would excite the liveliest admiration in the salons of fashion, are seen bending over the bedsides of the sick and dying, administer- ing comfort and consolation. If there are, indeed, in heaven "many mansions," these noble and devoted women certainly earn a claim to one of the grandest THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. 178 and most beautiful ; or will they there, as here, be " ministering angels," amply recompensed by being servants of the Lord, and — doing good ? The physician, followed by a crowd of medical stu- dents who attend the hospital every morning, goes to the bedside of each patient, asks a few questions, makes a physical examination if necessary, and if in a good humor, utters a word of encouragement and prescribes the treatment for the ensuing twenty- four-hours, which is noted down by an assistant in a book kept for the purpose. The wards for females are precisely similar in arrangement to those of the males. I recollect, in m} r first visit, I noticed some very pretty, pale faces peering out from the neat^ white caps which the patients wore. Many of them were suffering from typhoid fever, the scourge of Paris, and one poor little girl of some seventeen summers, at whose bedside even the old physician seemed inclined to linger longer than usual, was evi- dently fast fading away with consumption. The doc- tor kindly called her mafille, and told her to be cour- ageous, and her dimming eye lighted up for a moment as though she was determined to try ; but, as we left her bedside, she had settled back into the listless, careless state in which we found her. Poor child ! I saw by the card at the foot of her bed that she was a Hngere, and she had probably for the past three or 174 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. four years been stitching her life away in some damp and sunless garret till she could work no longer. I hope she had some friends to claim her poor remains after she had passed " through that gate of evergreens which men call death ;" for if not, her poor little body would have to be submitted to the dissecting-knife of the student, and her delicate limbs hacked to pieces, and afterward mingled promiscuously with dozens of others, thrown into the huge ditch where the un- known poor, who die in the hospitals of Paris, are tumbled like dead dogs. From the sick ward we pass into the surgical wards, which are under the care of the celebrated Chassaignac, a little, stout, good-humored* looking man, wearing a white apron, and having much of the air and general appearance of a jolly butcher, par- ticularly as his apron, whenever I saw him, was cov- ered with blood, the effect of wiping his fingers on it after feeling of and operating upon wounds. In these wards are all sorts of cases requiring surgical treatment. Each patient is examined, and his case described to the students, who gather around the bed- side as soon as the surgeon stops. I observed that he passed one bed one morning without halting, and looking through the curtains, I saw a head re- sembling more a huge cauliflower than any thing human — the eyes completely closed, and the whole THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. 175 face a scab. " What is the matter with that man ?" I asked of a medical friend with whom I had come to the hospital. "Small -pox," he laconically re- plied. I felt very much like running ; but having determined to go through the entire routine that morning, I simply hurried to the end of the ward nearest the door, where I could get a breath of fresh air from the court-yard. In Paris, and indeed throughout France, there are no special hospitals for small-pox patients, and the gen- eral hospitals are often crowded with them. The phy- sicians say that their chances of recovery are greatly increased by their being scattered among the general wards, instead of confining them together. This is undoubtedly true ; but I should suppose that the risks to which the other patients are exposed on this account would quite balance the advantage, as it is not unfrequent that cases occur of patients catching the disease in the hospitals and dying. The French Government encourage vaccination in every possible manner, and in each arrondissement of Paris are bu- reaus where persons may not only be vaccinated gra- tuitously, but where parents are actually paid the sum of three francs each for submitting their chil- dren to the operation. Besides this, no child can be admitted into the public schools of Paris without the presentation of a certificate of vaccination. 176 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. The cliniques are held every Monday morning in the amphitheatre, the surgeon keeping through the week such cases as do not require immediate treatment, for the purpose of performing the necessa- ry operations in the presence of the crowd of stu- dents who flock to the hospitals to witness them. The operating-room is a little, badly -ventilated am- phitheatre, capable of holding about two hundred persons, and adjoining one of the surgical wards of the hospital. The seats are raised, and upon them, on the occasion of my last visit, I found, some sitting, and others standing, a considerable number of medi- cal students. These are generally young men, gath- ered from all parts of the world, who have -come to Paris to avail themselves of the facilities such as no other city affords for the study of medical science. Some are rich, and more are poor ; some well- dressed, but a greater proportion wearing coats whose texture is plainly distinguishable, and sleepy-looking, napless hats. They are a very free-and-easy looking set, and are standing on the benches, with their hats on, some smoking pipes and cigarettes, which are ex- tinguished upon the entrance of Chassaignac. At the foot of the amphitheatre is a low railing, inside of which is a table covered with a sheet ; on the win- dow back of it are several boxes filled with knives, and saws, and hooks, and a quantity of horrible-look- THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. 1 1 t ing instruments, used only in the surgeon's art. Two or three basins containing sponges, a basket of lint, several pails of water, and a quantity of bottles and towels complete the paraphernalia, and the surgeon and half a dozen assistants, all wearing white aprons besmeared with blood, are standing around, as if im- patiently waiting for a victim. The entire scene, in- deed, was not a little calculated to remind one of the stories and pictures of scenes in the history of the Spanish Inquisition. The victim soon arrived ; he was brought in on a stretcher, and wore nothing but his shirt. He was placed by the assistants upon the table, one taking hold of each foot, one standing at either side, while another, pouring some chloroform from a bottle upon a sponge, held it within an inch of his nostrils. Imme- diately the man began to groan, and pant, and breathe with difficulty, the muscles of his legs contracted vio- lently, and he appeared to be in terrible agony. His teeth grated against each other, and his moans were sorrowful to hear. In order more to concentrate the vapor, a towel was placed over his face, and the sponge containing the chloroform held beneath it ; then he be- gan to sob and cry, " No, no, don't, please ; do let me alone !" Soon, however, he grew more quiet, and in five minutes from the time he was brought in was sound asleep. The operation was for rancor of the 8* 178 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. rectum, and was commenced by the insertion of a curved trocart. Chassaignac, like most great men, has a hobby ; he is the inventor of a surgical in- strument called the ecraseur, with which he replaces the knife in many operations. In this instrument, a steel chain, composed of small and not particularly sharp links, is used to perform the cutting, or rather tearing of the flesh, the advantage over the knife be- ing that the hemorrhage is much less. The opera- tion is considerably longer, however, as the chain is wound up very slowly. After inserting the trocart, the chain was run through and re-fastened, and the surgeon commenced slowly screwing it up, making an irritating noise like that produced by winding up a clock. The patient lay perfectly still, although oc- casionally uttering a low and plaintive moan. While winding up the chain, the surgeon explained the op- eration to the students, who were all eagerly bend- ing forward to watch every movement. The blood was pouring out rather freely, and a non-professional friend who was with me, touching me on the shoul- der, suggested that " it was very warm." I turned, and saw that his face was ashy pale ; but before I could speak to him he made a spring for the door, and I saw no more of him till an hour afterward at breakfast, where he was consoling his stomach with a rognon saute and an omelette aux fines herbes. The sur- THE HOSPITALS OF PARIS. 179 geon, before lie completed the operation, which is con- sidered a bold and dangerous one, informed the class that it afforded the only hope of life to the patient ; that it had often succeeded, and oftener still had failed ; but that the fact of occasional success, coupled with the certainty of death without it, was a suffi-. cient warrant for its performance ; and with this he exhibited an enormous cancerous tumor, which had been separated from the flesh by the ecraseur, and the patient, still sleeping soundly under the blessed influ- ence of chloroform, was taken back to the surgical ward. A poor woman with a cancer of the foot, and look- ing neat and clean, with a white cap and chemise, and a brown woollen skirt on, was next brought in. She was laid on her back on the operating-table, and while the assistants were administering chloroform to her, M. Chassaignac amused himself with a minor opera- tion, the removal of an enlarged tonsil from a young man's throat. He did it very skillfully ; but a person inclined to be fastidious might have insisted that he should give his fingers a wipe, as they had just been handling the tumor from the cancerous patient, and were covered with blood. However, as all these op- erations are performed gratuitously, the young man probably thought it would not be proper to exhibit any undue degree of sensitiveness. 180 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. By this time the woman was sound asleep, and the surgeon commenced what is technically known as Lisfranc's operation for the amputation of the foot, and which consists in cutting off the entire fore part of the foot, including all the toes, up to near the instep. The knife was inserted, and handled and turned with the same delicacy and skill with which an expert carver would dodge the joints in a turkey, and in less than a minute the operation was comple- ted, the bottom skin of the foot being left as a flap, to cover over the torn and bleeding flesh. The pa- tient had not moved during the operation ; but when her foot was bound up, and she was being placed upon the stretcher to be carried away, she awoke and commenced imploring the surgeon not to perform the operation, so utterly unconscious was she that it had already been completed. This was the last of the op- erations for the day, and the poor and seedy students started for some cremerie, or cheap restaurant, to get a ten-sous breakfast, while the favored of fortune wend- ed their way to more expensive establishments. CHAPTER VIII. THE CLOSERIE DE LILAS. Students and Etudiantes. — " Grisettes " of the Past and Present. — The Society at the "Closerie." — The male and female Dancers. — Remarkable Terpsichorean Gymnastics. — The Cancan. — Order and Propriety. r l ^HE Closerie cle Lilas, as it is called in the sum- -■- mer, and the Prado, as known in the winter, is a garden situated on the Boulevard St. Michel, at the end of the garden of the Luxembourg. In the summer, as at the more aristocratic balls of the Mabille, the dancing at the Closerie is in the open air, while in win- ter a portion of the garden is inclosed and made com- fortable. Here balls are given four nights in the week through the whole year, and this is the favorite resort of the students of the Latin Quarter, accom- panied by their young female friends, to whom the name of etudiantes has been facetiously applied. These girls belong to a class which is rapidly becom- ing extinct — the grisette — or rather they did belong to it when it existed ; for now it can scarcely be said to exist at all as a class, even on the left bank of the Seine and in the Quariier Latin, which twenty years ago was crowded with its representatives. A few 182 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. types of the grisette remain, considerably fossilized, wearing the saucy cap and gray woollen or cotton dress and white apron, and may occasionally be seen flitting, like shadows of the past, through the crowds which at all hours of the day are crossing the Pont Neuf, or wending their way homeward from their dai- ly labors, along the narrow sidewalks of the Eue de Seine. But the luxurious tendencies of the present age, the " fastness " of modern times, and the increase of wealth, have destroyed the peculiarities of the gri- sette race ; and now, instead of being, as formerly, con- tented and happy, and certainly much neater look- ing in their white caps and aprons, and gray gowns, they must flaunt in silks, and muslins, and'bonnets decorated with artificial vegetables, fruits, and flow- ers. Their morals have not improved either, with their change of dress. At the period referred to, these girls usually formed alliances with the students of the Quartier, but continued at their work, and were satisfied with the occasional present of a new cotton robe, and the treat of a dinner outside the Barrihe on Sundays. Poverty and constancy were said to go hand in hand in those days ; but all is changed. Some of these girls still continue their labors as book- folders and stitchers, dressmakers and tailoresses,-but they have ceased to be contented with their lot, their labor, their gray gowns and faithful lovers, as former- THE CLOSERIE DE LILAS. 183 ly, and, it is said, have become mercenary, discontent- ed, and unfaithful. Even now, however, the young females who visit the Closerie de Lilas enjoy the repu- tation of possessing a greater amount of virtue — ac- cording to their standard of " virtue," which consists in having but one amant at a time — than the frequent- ers of any other public ball in Paris. The Closerie de Lilas on a pleasant summer evening- presents a sight well worth witnessing — once at least. It is not exactly the locality to which a young man just commencing life could be conscientiously recom- mended to go for the benefit either of his physical or moral health, but it is one, I am sorry to say, which most young men who come to Paris find among the first. It is certainly a funny place. There are in the Latin Quarter some three or four thousand stu- dents of medicine, Jaw, and art, many of whom do not cross the bridges once a month, and whose even- ing's amusement is found at the Closerie. The price of admittance is one franc, and "ladies free;" and as the balls commence at eight, and continue till eleven o'clock, it certainly can not be considered high. A " full dress" is not required to gain admittance to this ball, nor is it necessary, when dancing, to remove the hat from the head or the pipe from the mouth. About ten o'clock the floor is generally thronged, and the orchestra scarcely discernible through the thick cloud 184 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. of tobacco-smoke. Young men who have been por- ing all day over the musty tomes of medicine or law, or engaged in the cheerful operation of cutting up dead bodies, crowd into the Oloserie at night for recreation. A quadrille at the Closerie de Lilas no more re- sembles a quadrille in the " best society," than does the wild dance of the Polynesian the grave and for- mal menuet de la cour. These balls are in fact indescribable, and " must be seen to be appreciated." Although the figures are the same as in ordinary quadrilles, the great deside- ratum appears to be to make the dancing as grotesque as possible. The men dance on their heels, and double themselves up into a shape resembling a bull-frog, swing their arms about like sails in a rude wind, kick up their feet in the most surprising manner, and occasionally turn a somersault from one side of the space allotted for the quadrille to the other, alighting in their proper places in perfect time with the music, and, seizing their partners by the waist, continue the galopade as though nothing had happened. What adds greatly to the singularity of the scene is the im- perturbable gravity maintained by the prominent act- ors in it ; not a smile escaping them while executing the most ridiculous manoeuvres in the wild cancan. But the movements of the women in this exciting, THE CLOSERIE DE LILAS. 185 free-and-easy dance, eclipse any thing of the kind any- where else in the world. Many of those who visit the Closerie are celebrated for their peculiar style of dancing; and around these crowds of visitors always gather when they are preparing for a quadrille. With the exception of an easy, careless swinging of the body, which contrasts strikingly with the stiff and formal manner in which the quadrille is walked through in fashionable society, and an occasional ex- hibition of hosiery which would be considered highly improper in the higher circles, nothing particularly objectionable or peculiar is done during the first por- tion of the dance. As they become warmed by the exercise and excited hj the music, what remnants of modesty and reserve still cling to them by reason of their womanhood are thrown off, and the danseuse, particularly if she be a celebrity, and has an admiring crowd about her, prepares herself for an exhibition of her peculiar talents. With her arms she gathers up in front the ample folds of her skirts in such a man- ner and to such a degree as to prove beyond the shad- ow of a doubt, to the student in natural history, that woman as well as man is a bifurcated animal. Ee- leased then from the thraldom of her skirts, she starts across the space, kicking alternately with one and the other of the lower limbs as high as her head, and in lime with the music, occasionally amusing herself by 186 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. removing with the end of her foot the hat from the head of her vis-a-vis, or knocking in the same manner the pipe from his mouth. When the quadrille is fin- ished she goes into one of the alcoves, and refreshes herself with beer and cigarettes. The utmost "order and propriety " are maintained at these balls ; several policemen being present, who occasionally, when the saltatory movements of the young ladies become too marked, tap them upon the shoulder, and remind them that " the decencies of life must be observed." Quarrels rarely occur ; and these saturnalia usually pass off with the utmost good-hu- mor and gayety. CHAPTER IX. THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL OF PARIS. How Foundlings are taken in and done for. — Visit to the Hospital. — The new-born Babies. — The Infirmaries. — How the Foundlings are cared for. — How they become Foundlings — Their Mothers. — A grave moral and social Question. — Legitimate and illegitimate Births in Paris. A MOXGr the benevolent institutions of Paris, one -*--*- of the most interesting to the stranger is the Foundling Hospital, where children abandoned vol- untarily by their mothers are cared for during their infancy — the administration retaining charge of them until they are twenty-one years of age, the males be- ing apprenticed to trades, or placed with farmers, and the girls either married, or situations as domestics pro- cured for them. Formerly a revolving box, called a tour, placed in a niche in the wall on the street, was the medium by which the abandoned child was in- troduced to its new home, and the tender care of the excellent Sisters of St. Vincent de Paul — the benev- olent founder of which order, in the year 1640, es- tablished this hospital. At present it is necessary, before a child can be received into the institution, that a certificate, signed by the Commissary of Po- 188' AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. lice of the quartkr in which the mother lives, shall be presented, and her name and address taken. Every effort is made to induce the mother to retain the child, in which event assistance is rendered her from the hospital fund. If, however, she persists in its abandonment, it is received and carried into a room called the creche, where it is placed before the fire on a bench. A ticket bearing its number, made out in the order in which it arrives — No. 1 commencing with the first child brought in at the beginning of each year — is then attached to its clothing. The child is now washed and nursed by a number of stout, healthy-looking women, placed in one of the infirm- aries if sick, and if a healthy child, retained in the creche until it is sent, as all the children are as soon as possible, into the country to nurse. The last visit I made to the hospital was in the lat- ter part of December, and there were then nine little lumps of humanity lying swaddled up in their cloth- ing upon the bench in front of a good fire, looking like a row of onions on strings. These had all been brought in during the day, and most of them had first opened their eyes to the daylight, and drawn their first breath of God's fresh air, and had their first won- der as to " what it was all about," either on that day or the previous one. The last child which had come ;n was ticketed No. 4897, and the yearly average THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL OF PARIS. 189 of infants thus abandoned is a little more than five thousand. The sight was not one calculated to incline a bachelor to matrimony, for they are not handsome, these little one-day-old wayfarers, who already look wearied and worn before they have fairly commenced the journey of life. Poor little fatherless — more than motherless — orphans. May the good God, who cares for the sparrow, bear up their little wings through all their flight to a home where they shall find a loving Father. There were about a hundred children in the room, most of them but a few days old, sleeping in neat lit- tle cribs, covered with clean white curtains. These were only waiting for nurses to come and take them to the country. The administration has organized a perfect system for the care and nursing of the children which are sent away. The whole of France is apportioned for this purpose into districts, in each one of which a director is appointed, whose duty it is to visit, at least once a year, every child placed out to nurse or be cared for in his department, and at the same time to procure nurses for the constantly-arriv- ing children. These women, who are usually the wives of peasants, and what would be considered in France "well-to-do" people, who keep a cow and a pig, and hire and till a few acres of land, and to whom the additional care of a little child is no groat burden, 190 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. come to Paris, remain a few days at the hospital, and then each one, with her charge, returns home again. They receive from eight to thirteen francs a month each from the administration for their services. Over the door which gives entrance to the creche is the appropriate sentence, " Mon pere et ma mere ■mJont abandone, maish Seigneur a pris soin de moi" — " My father and my mother have forsaken me, but the Lord has cared for me." Passing beneath this, we visited the infirmaries, of which there are four— one for medical, one for surgical, one for ophthalmic cases, and one for measles — and in all these the cradles were well filled with little sufferers, some of whom were rapidly and painfully, breathing away their young lives. Thence we visited the school-rooms, where the children are taught by some intelligent and cheerful- looking Sisters of St. Vincent, and the play-rooms, where, also under the charge of the good sisters, they amuse themselves. Everywhere, as in all the public institutions of France, every thing was neat and clean, and all cold speculation as to the propriety and effect upon public morals of such institutions as these must give way, in the mind of the visitor, to a feeling of thankfulness that there is so comfortable a place where these poor little outcasts are so well sheltered. Most of the children are sent to the country before they are two years of age, and at twelve the boys are THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL OF PARIS. 191 usually bound apprentices to trades, while the girls frequently remain in the families of their nurses, by whom they are often adopted, or are furnished places as domestics. When they marry, provided their con- duct has been unexceptionable, they receive from the administration each a marriage portion of one hun- dred and forty-eight francs. As the administration retains the general control of the foundlings until they are of age, they have a large number continu- ally on their hands; and the director informed me at the time of my last visit that there were then no less than forty-five thousand under age, over whom the ad- ministration kept its fatherly eye. Only about one in a hundred are ever reclaimed, although the mother, by giving proof of character and ability to support it, can at any time before it becomes of age obtain pos- session of her child. As a matter of course, the large majority of chil- dren in the foundling hospital are illegitimate, al- though instances of children born in wedlock and abandoned by their parents on account of poverty occasionally occur. Most of the children are the off- spring of sewing-girls, shop-girls, domestics, artificial- flower makers, and workers at the thousand-and-one trades which arc plied in Paris. It is almost ask- ing too much of human nature, under such circum- stances, to expect these girls to be strictly "virtuous." 192 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. The wages of a couturiere, a girl who works on ladies' dresses, seldom exceeds twelve francs a week, for twelve hours' labor a day, and the general rate of pay for sewing-girls is from ten to fifteen francs a week. On this a young girl can manage, by rigid economy, to keep body and soul together by living in some dreary, little, sunless garret, and eating a two-sou roll and drinking a cup of coffee for breakfast, and mak- ing a dinner from a bowl of soup and a dish of boiled meat at a cheap cook-shop. But every thing, eatable, drinkable, and wearable, is very expensive in Paris now, and working-women can not save enough out of their small pay to meet the needful demands for the simplest styles of dress ; and the working-classes of Paris dress with simplicity, but in excellent taste, and it is marvellous how nicely they manage the com- monest materials. Possibly many, certainly most, of the mothers of the children in the foundling hospital, arrive in Paris from their country homes in search of work, intending to be virtuous. Could the story of their struggles through want, grim hunger, and cheerless cold be truthfully portrayed, the most rigid moralist might find palliation for their errors. But it is with the result, not the causes, of these lapses from virtue that we have to do at present. It is evident that moral tracts, with gifts of flannel THE FOUNDLING HOSPITAL OF PARIS. .198 and other small necessaries, even if supplied in suffi- cient quantities, will not meet the requirements of any appreciable number of mothers who have no claim, sanctioned alike by law and religion, on the fathers of their offspring ; it is simply a question of insufficiency of the bare necessaries of life to support a family that leads to many cases of infanticide. It is not so much any shame or disgrace attaching to the birth of children under such circumstances that hur- ries mothers into the fearful crime of child-murder, but the grim horror of a lingering death by starv- ation staring them in the face. But the concealment of the birth by infanticide is undoubtedly a motive to the crime in many instances. In fact it has been found in France that, since the suppression of the tours, or turning-boxes, by means of which the aban- donment of the child was rendered much easier than it is at present, the crime of infanticide has greatly increased in the departments where the boxes have been removed, the average annual number of cases having risen from 104 to 196. The question of re- storing the tour in the Paris hospital, and in the oth- ers where it has been abolished, is seriously discussed, and public opinion throughout France is decidedly in favor of it. The number of foundling hospitals in France is one hundred and fifty-two. By the law of France, an illegitimate child can bo 9 194 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. legitimatized by the simple acknowledgment of the father, made, of course, in due legal form. This is indeed frequently done. The statistics of the year 1864 (the latest which have been published) exhibit the following facts : The population of Paris is 1,696,000 ; the births amounted to 53,863 ; of these, 38,997 were legitimate, 14,866 illegitimate; and, of the latter, 3600 were " recognized " by their fathers. CHAPTER X. A CHAMBER OF HORRORS. The Dissecting rooms at Clamart. — The "Salle de Reception." — The " Subjects." — Food for Meditation. iiTTTlLL you make a day of horrors of it?" asked " * my medical friend as we were sitting vis-a-vis. over a filet aux champignons and a steaming cup of rich coffee ; " will you make a day of horrors of it, and come with me to the dissecting-rooms, where you will see about a hundred ' subjects ?' ' " I'll see about it," I answered, "and in the mean time let us drop the 'subject' until we have discussed this breakfast." So we conversed upon more cheerful topics until we had finished, when I concluded that, having commenced, I would make "a day of horrors" of it, and we start- ed for Clamart, the principal dissecting-place of Paris. The building, which was formerly a hospital, is appro- priately located upon the site of an ancient burial- ground, and the entrance to it is laid out in the form of a garden. Passing through this, we entered one of the wards, and my eye suddenly fell upon a scene the remembrance of which might well haunt a man in his dying hour! The ward was about fifty feel in length, by twent\ 196 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. in width, and, upon either side, were twelve zinc dis- secting-tables, on each of which lay a dead human body, or such portion of it as the knife of the student had left. They were lying in all positions, and were in different stages of decay. Here was what had been an aged, gray-haired woman, stretched on her back, her arms crossed upon her shrivelled breast, and her sightless eyes wide open and staring ! On the adjoin- ing table were a head and trunk, and next to it was a pair of legs, with the muscles laid bare, and the flesh green with rapidly increasing mortification. A poor little boy's body, with the skull sawed open and the brain bared, lay upon one of the tables; and on an- other seven or eight cadavres, divided into parts, were piled up, or rather tumbled together promiscuously, like so many dead rats in a gutter. In one body the abdomen was laid open and the abdominal viscera were exposed to view, while in another the flesh upon one side of the face was taken off, and the facial mus- cles and nerves exhibited. Some were so mutilated that scarcely a vestige of humanity could be recog- nized in their hacked limbs and ghastly faces. A sickly, charnel-like smell pervaded the room, not im- proved by the odor of tobacco, which most of the stu- dents engaged in dissecting were smoking from very ancient pipes. At the tables, patiently bending over the bodies, or parts of bodies, before them, sat the stu- THE DISSECTING-ROOMS AT CLAMART. 197 dents — generally young men— with their knives in their hands, tracing up nerves, muscles, and arteries, or carefully examining the location of the different organs. Upon entering the wards, they change their coats for blue blouses and white aprons, and each one keeps constantly by his side a little piece of nitrate of silver, with which to immediately cauterize any cut which he might accidentally give himself; as these are always poisonous, and often very dangerous. Ranged along the middle of the aisle were a number of tubs for the reception of the pieces cut off. The students usually " work " on a subject five or six days without submitting it to any preparation ; but those wishing to make long and patient dissec- tions inject the arteries and veins with a solution of chloride of sodium, which preserves the bodies for a long time without decay. There are four of these rooms, all presenting the same general features ; and after passing through them, we entered what the stu- dents facetiously call the " Salle de Reception," where the bodies are received each day, and where all as- semble at two o'clock for the purpose of making a choice of " subjects." Here was, if possible, a more revolting sight than the other. Thirty or forty na- ked dead bodies, males and females, old and young, were laid indiscriminately side by side like logs of wood, nnd elbowing each other; and as many students 198 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. weie examining them, and noisily discussing their merits and disputing their choice. One among them was what remained of a beautiful young girl — beauti- ful still in death — and, in this horrid companionship, clean-limbed and fresh-looking, with a fine brown, full face, and large black eyes, wide open and staring on vacancy. She could not have been more than seven- teen or eighteen years of age, and could not have died of any prolonged disease, for she looked as though it needed but a breath to make that finely- developed bosom heave with the impulses of life again. She fell to the lot of my medical friend, and three daj^s afterward he told me he had cut her all to pieces. Poor, poor Humanity ! These stiff, stark, and star- ing bodies, and those other mutilated forms on the tables, but a few days since were the tenant-houses of human souls, and obeyed the direction of human will, and moved in obedience to hope and aspiration ; and now here they are, waiting to be mangled for the benefit of science. What food here for the moralist, as well as the medical student! Poor, poor Humanitj^ ! Is this all that remains of it? So I could not help so- liloquizing; and then that beautiful verse of Horace Smith, the closing one of his "Address to the Egyp- tian Mummy," which I had not thought of since my school-days, involuntarily came to me: THE DISSECTING-ROOMS AT CLAM ART. 199 "Why should this worthless tegument endure, If its undying guest be lost forever ? Oh, let us keep the soul embalmed and pure In living virtues, that when both shall sever. Although corruption shall the frame consume, The immortal spirit in the skies may bloom !" The "subjects" in the dissecting-rooms are fur- nished principally from the hospitals. Patients who die there are kept twenty-four hours, and if not claim- ed in that time by some friend or relative, are mark- ed for the dissecting-rooms. About four thousand bodies are thus annually appropriated, the remains of which, after the student has completed his investiga- tions, are deposited in a corner specially appropriated to the purpose in the cemetery of Mont Parnasse. CHAPTEE XI. THE " SPE* CIALITE DE PUMPKIN PIE." A Mystery to the uninitiated.—" Thin Magpie " an American Dish. IT is said that men who have been held as prison ers among savages have forgotten, in the course of time, their mother-tongue. Human nature is so weak that, under certain trying circumstances and temptations, religion and country have been denied. A mother may forget the babe she nourished ; the din and bustle in the noisy highways of life may drown in the memory of the full-grown man the bab- bling music of the brook which flowed, in his boy- hood, by the school-house on the woody hillside. All these may be, and more ; but there are two things in this changing world which, once loved, can never be detested while life lasts — a taste of which, once ac- quired, even though in earliest youth, nothing can destroy or vitiate, but which remains ever strong and fresh to the last. These two symbols of constancy and undying faith are Buckwheat Cakes and Pump- kin Pie. There is a queer little place in one of the quiet THE "SPECIALITE DE PUMPKIN PIE.'" 201 streets in the vicinity of the Madeleine, which has become a shrine to which few Americans coming to Paris fail to make a pilgrimage, and, having once crossed the threshold, there is a charm about the in- terior and its contents which irresistibly attracts them often back to it during their sojourn. This is the es- tablishment of Madame Busque, and here is her card, a curiosity in its way which would very seriously puz- zle a foreigner other than one of English extraction. AUX AMERICAINS, SPECIALITE DE PUMPKIN PIE. JMME. BUSQUE 40 RUE GODOT-DE-MAUROI, 40 Pres la Madeleine, PARIS. Over the door is the American coat -of- arms, the eagle and the arrows; and if the sight of the emblem of his country fails to send the blood coursing quick- er through the veins of the American who sees it, the window is filled with articles the first glance at which will certainly have this effect. These are pumpkin and mince and apple pies, and gingerbread and doughnuts, all looking particularly nice and tempting. On the glass-door was originally painted, with an apparent consciousness of its literal truth, those cabalistic words, " English spoken ;" but the Madame, who is not very "strong" in her English, 9* 202 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. and wlio evidently desires to do nothing under a false pretense, has modified this by having painted be- neath it in brackets " a little," so that the visitor who speaks no French need not be disappointed as to the amount or purity of his native language which he will hear. At present, however, both the Madame and "Charlie" are tolerably well up in the language, and their stock is inexhaustible upon any thing re- lating to buckwheat cakes or pumpkin pies. The establishment is a mystery and a wonderment to the uninitiated, who frequently stop and gaze with a certain sort of awe into the window. What these queer-looking things are, they can have no idea, and then the cabalistic English words upon the window add to the bewilderment. There are two of these, however, which they can fully understand: "mince" in French means " thin," and " pie " is the name of a species of bird ; and so their curiosity is in part satis- fied at ascertaining the fact that one of the American "specialities" is "thin magpie." Most of our countrymen who visit Paris find out now the establishment of Madame Busque. Her reg- ister of visitors for the past ten years is a literary cu- riosity which should not be overlooked. Here are the names of ministers and ex-ministers and consuls, members of Congress, artists, authors, poets, journal- ists, and commoners. TUE " SPECIALITY DE PUMPKIN FIE." 208 Such is the " Specialite de Pumpkin Pie." Long- may it flourish, and long may good Madame Busque preside over its destinies. It is realty a pleasant little oasis in the great desert of Paris, and no American who loves his country and her institutions, visiting the world's capital, should neglect to renew his devo- tion to them b^v going there and eating his fill. CHAPTER XII. WHAT AND HOW MUCH THE PARISIANS DRINK. Drunkenness. — Wine-drinking. — " The Octroi " Duty. — Extensive Establishments. — Parisian Cafe's. — American Drinks. — Marchands de Vin. — Absinthe-drinking. — " A little Absinthe, just to give an Appetite. " — Composition of Absinthe, and its fearful Effects. r |\EE people of Paris, numbering 1,700,000, con- -■- sume annually about forty-four millions of gal- lons of wine of all descriptions ; of alcohol and alco- holic liquors, about one million seven hundred and sixty thousand gallons ; of cider, four hundred and forty thousand gallons ; and of beer, six millions six hundred and sixty thousand gallons ; which is near- ly twenty-eight gallons of wine, beer, and spirits combined, annually consumed by each man, wom- an, and child within the city limits. The consump- tion of strong liquors has been gradually increasing for some years past, while that of wine has met with a proportionate diminution, and drunkenness, with all its attendant evils, follows in the track. It is a great mistake to suppose that there is no in- toxication in the wine-growing countries of Europe ; although my observations correspond with those of other travellers who state that, as a rule, the abuse of WHAT THE PARISIANS DRINK. 205 liquors is confined almost entirely to the cities and larger towns, certain it is that Paris is by no means exempt from this vice, which, however, does not ex- hibit its evil effects in any thing like the glaring col- ors that it does in London and the American cities. As a rule, also, drunkenness is confined to the lower classes of the people. A soldier will drink as long as his ability to pay, or the good-nature of the keeper of the cabaret lasts, and one may often see the rep- resentatives of the brave army of France reeling through the streets of Paris. The chijfonniers, or rag- pickers, seem to consider it a religious duty to get drunk daily, and workmen who make two half holi- days on Sunday and Monday afternoons often go drunk to bed on both these occasions. Still, with the acknowledgment of the existence of inebriety in Paris to a considerable extent, it is safe to say that one will not see as many drunken men in the streets in a month as he will in a day in London, or a week in New York. Wine, for all who can afford it, is the universal drink at breakfast and dinner; while the dusty bot- tles of Chateau Margaux and St. Estephe are opened at the tables of the rich, the mechanic, or the labor- ing man and his family, add cheer to their homely meal by a litre of the cheap wine of Burgundy, which may be purchased for twolvc pons (which is at tin' 206 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. rate of about half a crown a gallon) at the wine-mer- chants' shops, which are found on nearly every cor- ner. Workmen may often make their noonday meal with two sous' worth of bread, which they take to the nearest wine-shop, where for five or six sous more a pint of wine can be purchased, and with which the system is strengthened and slightly exhilarated. The cost of wine in Paris is materially augmented by the octroi, or city duty, which is charged upon all eata- bles and drinkables which enter the gates, and which yields to the city an annual revenue of about seven- ty-five millions of francs. At each one of the gates of Paris is a little stone building, the Octroi Office, where night and day the collectors of the city reve- nue are stationed, and where duties are levied at the following rates : wine in wood, per hectolitre of 22 gallons, 18 francs ; in bottle, 25 francs ; brandy and spirits, liqueurs, brandied fruits, and scented spirits, 23 francs 50 centimes ; perry and cider, 7 francs 80 cen- times; beer brought to Paris, 3 francs 80 centimes; beer brewed in Paris, 2 francs 82 centimes. Every cart passing the gate is examined, every omnibus coming from without the city is looked into, as is every private or public carriage, and the lid of every basket carried on the arm is lifted up by the sharp-eyed collector ; and if an unfortunate chicken or half a- dozen of eggs are found inside, the duty is WHAT THE PARISIANS DRINK. 207 rigidly exacted. Even the person is not exempt from search ; and since the introduction of the present fash- ion of extended skirts, cases have not unfrequently been brought to light in which females have been caught in the act of attempting to smuggle dutiable articles strung among the folds of their crinolines. The considerable augmentation of the value of ar- ticles of food and drink, caused by the city duty, led to the establishment of immense restaurants and wine- shops just outside the ancient barrier walls, and which were resorted to by working-people, many of whom lived in the city. On Sunday, particularly in sum- mer, these places were thronged, and on this day many of the citizens of Paris went out to the better class of restaurants to dine, and every grisette expect- ed her lover to pay for a dinner there. Two of these establishments, the wine-shop of the Petit Reimport- neau, at the Barribre de Clichy, and the Restaiavn/ Richefeu, at the Barnbre du Maine, used to furnish on Sundays drink and food to about twenty-five thou- sand people. This last is an immense building five stories in height, each floor of which is a spacious room filled with tables, where luncheon, with half a bottle of wine, is served up for fifteen sous. A population of more than three hundred thou- sand people, principally of the poorer class, grew up between tin 1 barrier wall and the fortifications. Bui 208 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. on the first of January, 1859, the city limits were ex- tended to the fortifications themselves, which are at such a distance from the heart of Paris that it will be many years ere such gay and lively scenes will be exhibited around them as formed, in bygone years, the great attractions of the ancient barriers. A very large portion of the male population of Paris spend their time in the caffa, many of which are elegantly furnished, and where, in addition to the de- licious black coffee, other attractions are offered in the way of dominos, chess, and cards. Thousands of Parisians go every morning to the cafe, where the first breakfast, consisting of a large cup of coffee and a single roll, is taken, and the newspapers read. At twelve or one o'clock the true breakfast, the dejeuner d la fourchette, is eaten, and the time then employed till dinner, after which the true Parisian immediately proceeds to his cafe again, where he reads the evening journals over a cup of strong black coffee, taken with a small glass of brandy, and the remainder of the evening is spent in conversation or games. But little strong liquor is drunk in the cafes, except with coffee, over a cup of which a Parisian will often sit for an entire evening, as he will also over such mild bever- ages as orgeat and water, or a glass of current or rasp- berry syrup, or even that modest, calming, and cer- tainly unstimulating drink, a glass of sugar and wa- WHAT THE PARISIANS DRINK. 209 ter. Attempts have been made from time to time by hardy innovators to introduce some of the thou- sand and one "American drinks" into the Parisian cafes ; but with the exception of the " sherry cobbler," which may be obtained at some of them, and a hot decoction of rum, sugar, water, and lemon, which is universally known as " Grog Americain," none of these mixtures have been able to obtain a foothold among the Parisians, whose stomachs have not jet been rendered sufficiently fireproof to enable them to take such abominations as "brandy cocktails" and "smashes." For the accommodation of our transat- lantic cousins, however, who, even in a foreign land, still cling to the institutions of their country, and who must have their " bitters " before or after breakfast and dinner, and around whom linger fond memories of " mint-juleps," "milk-punches," and "egg-nogs," for these, and for such benighted foreigners as desire to be initiated into the mysteries of these compounds, two or three cafes in Paris now furnish "American drinks." At the corner shops of the wine-sellers the lower classes of the Parisian people go to drink. In these there are no opportunities for being seated as in the cafes, but the drink is taken at the bar. Here wine is sold at two and three sous a glass, as well as a fiery sort of brandy distilled from beet-root, and known to 210 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. the imbibers under the slang name of cassepoitrine (literally, break-breast), is sold at one, two, and three sous the small glass. Many of the wine-sellers fur- nish meals, principally to laborers, who may be seen at nine o'clock in the morning, when they quit work on the neighboring buildings for an hour, going to these places for breakfast, each with two sous' worth of bread, purchased at the nearest baker's, under his arm. One of the most popular, and in fact almost a uni- versal beverage in Paris, is absinthe. In front of the splendid cafes on the Boulevards, on any fine after- noon between three and five o'clock, thousands of per- sons may be seen sitting, mixing and sipping this green liquor, which is taken ostensibly as an appetizer before dinner. Workmen drink it in the low corner shops of the marchands de vin. In various parts of the city are establishments which are crowded from morning till night, in which the sale of absinthe is made a speciality and where little else is drunk. La- dies even of high families are reported to have yielded to its fascinations. It has been exported, and is used to an enormous extent in all the French colonies, ex- cept in Tahiti, where its introduction has been pro- hibited, and statistics exhibit the fact that immense quantities of it are annually sent to the United States. It may not, therefore, be uninteresting to those who WHAT THE PARISIANS DRINK. 211 are in the habit of "taking a little absinthe before dinner just to give them an appetite," to be made ac- quainted with the composition and effects of this se- ductive liquor, which, from the almost irresistible power which it wields over its victims, as well as from the similarity of its effects, and the general and in- creasing popularity it has acquired, may not improp- erly be called " The Opium of the West." Medical science has turned its attention to the ef- fects of this poisonous compound, and in a paper re- cently submitted to the Academy of Medicine by M. Motet, the whole subject is treated in a manner which shows that he has carefully examined it. He says that the habitual use of absinthe produces a series of pathological manifestations extremely grave, and dif- fering essentially from the effects produced by other alcoholic drinks ; and although the effects of large doses, or of the habitual use of this liquor, are now well known, the drinker upon whom the habit of using it has been fastened returns to it in obedience to an almost irresistible fascination while aware that it is destroying him. Body and mind crumble alike under the influence of this terrible liquor. It destroys all the finer feel- ings and more delicate sensibilities of human nature ; it absorbs all the faculties, burns and corrodes the body, extinguishes the memory, and annihilates the 212 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. senses. Of the best constituted man, either physical- ly or intellectually, its constant use will, sooner or later, make a skeleton, an animal — a brute. "Absinthe" which simply means "wormwood," is made by the distillation of a number of plants — the tops of wormwood, flag-root, anise-seed, angelica- root, leaves of littany {origanum dictamuus) and sweet marjoram. All these are macerated, and placed in alcohol of very high proof, and permitted to remain eight days, when the mixture is distilled, half an ounce of the essential oil of anise being added to each three gallons. The first care after the distillation is to see whether the liquor is of a good color, and whether it will " whiten" well; and should it-be found lacking in these essential points, it is brought up to the proper standard with indigo, tincture of curcuma, hyssop, nettles, and sulphate of copper (the ordinary " blue vitriol "). Absinthe, however, requires none of these adulter- ations to constitute it a positive poison. Composed of plants of highly exciting qualities, united with the strongest alcohol, it acts directly upon the nervous system, having a much more speedy and positive ef- fect than other alcoholic liquors. Indeed, one of the principal charms which make the vile compound so popular, is the almost immediate delightfully stim- ulating effect it has upon the brain. In the process WHAT THE PARISIANS DRINK. 213 of distillation, the plants furnish several volatile oils, which are among the most virulent poisons. Prob- ably few persons, in "mixing" their absinthe (which among professional drinkers is considered a great art), have ever stopped to consider the cause of the " whit- ening" or "clouding," or ever thought that the better the liquor " mixes," the more powerfully poisonous it is. The white deposit which, in precipitating, renders it turbid, comes from the essential oils, which are held in solution by alcohol, but which are insoluble in water or weak spirits. The effects of the constant use of this villainous liquor, which a friend once said " is kept in glass bot- tles simply because it would eat through the staves of any ordinary barrel in fifteen minutes," are summed up in a sentence by Dr. Motet as a " general poisoning of the system, which terminates in insanity and death." Among the symptoms which precede the final result are uncertainty and indecision of the muscular S} T stcm, easily recognized by contractions and trembling of the fore-arm, of the hand, and the inferior members. Strange sensations are observed, such as tingling and [■ricking of the skin, heaviness of the limbs and numb- ness, the hand seizing and as suddenly letting go any object within its reach. The patients are weak in the legs, and, in standing, require something to lean against; the knees tremble and bend; a general air 214 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. of sadness and hebetude settles upon the features ; the lips, the tongue, and the muscles of the face are trem- ulous ; the eye is sunken and sorrowful ; the skin as- sumes a yellowish hue ; dyspepsia and wasting away follow; the mucous membrane becomes of a violet color; the hair comes out, and the entire framework of the man falls into a premature old age and dilapi- dation. Such are the bodily symptoms of absinthe poison ; and the mental troubles progress concurrently with the disorcfers of the muscular system. Owing to the progress of the disease of the brain, the sleep of the patient is disturbed ; he has terrible dreams and nightmares, and sudden wakings, as though he had been shot from the mouth of a cannon ; he is troubled with hallucinations, illusions, blinding of the eyes, and hypochondria; exhibits a very marked embarrassment and dwelling upon words when speaking, and a con- stantly decreasing strength of intellect. Such is, in a few words, the sad cortege of symptoms presented by the victims of the terrible absinthe poison ; a cortege which only precedes another one following them to the grave. Nothing, says Dr. Motet, can arrest the progress of the brain disease. Sometimes the symptoms will be more favorable for a longer or shorter 1 period, but the respite must not be considered as a sign of approach- WHAT THE PARISIANS DRINK. 215 ing cure ; and, a little sooner or a little later, death stalks in, in the midst of epileptic attacks, at a time when there is scarcely any human intelligence remain- ing — when the animal alone exists, and in a state of degradation of which no description can convey an adequate idea. This is certainly not a cheerful picture to contem- plate, nor is it agreeable to think that this is a fate in store for those thousands of cheerful, healthy-look- ing men, young and middle-aged, who daily sip their absinthe on the Boulevards. Death and insanity, the result of its habitual use, are very common in Paris ; and on the tombstones of not a few of the prominent men in the literary and artistic world whose lights have gone out during the past ten years, might with truth be written, "died of absinthe." So deleterious have been the effects of this liquor that the French Government has prohibited its use in the army and navy, even to the officers, and an attempt is now being made to extend the same re- striction to the other colonies which has been made in regard to Tahiti. And yet, with all these -terrible facts brought to light, it is by no means probable that the use of this murderous beverage is decreasing. Who, after the picture above drawn, would like to take a " little absinthe just to give him an appetite?" CHAPTER XIII. A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. Orleans and "the Maid." — Chambord. — Blois. — Amboise. — Plessis les Tours. — A curious Village. — Houses cut in the solid Rock. — Cliinon. — Angers. — The Castle of Bluebeard. — Down the Loire. — Brittany. TN the latter part of August a genial companion -*- and myself started from Paris, with, a sufficient supply of funds and linen to last us a fortnight or three weeks. Trusting in our guiding-stars and Mur- ray's Guide-book, we determined to go first -to Orleans, and thence wherever inclination led us, and railway trains and diligences would carry us. We found Orleans a quaint old town on the banks of the Loire, famous in modern history as the spot where Joan of Arc raised the siege which the English were holding upon the place, and from which she drove the invaders away. The story is familiar to all read- ers of history and romance, but it is pleasant some- times to re-read old tales ; and none is more interest- ing than that of the brave girl who saved her King and country, and won for herself the crown of mar- tyrdom. In the year 1429, when the English had invaded, A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. 217 and were in actual possession of, a large portion of France, Charles the Seventh, a weak monarch, was king. Deeming the task a hopeless one, he had relin- quished the idea of resisting the English, and had re- tired from the noise and danger of war to his strongly- fortified castle of Chinon. Here he found more pleasure in the society of his beautiful mistress, Agnes Sorel, than upon the field of battle or on the march. Surround- ed by his courtiers, he was not a little surprised one day in Februaiy, after the news of the march on Or- leans by the English troops, under the Count of Salis- bury, had reached him, to learn that a girl of eighteen years, professing to be inspired of God with knowl- edge, and with power to make the King's army tri- umph, had arrived at the Church of St. Catherine de Fierbois, near Chinon ; that she was attired in male apparel, and demanded instant audience. After several days spent in consultation with his ministers, who declared the girl insane, the pucelle, on whose sweet and youthful face rested an expression of the utmost modesty, but whose eye seemed lighted with the fire of inspiration, appeared in the hall among the gay throng ; and although she had never before seen the King, singled him out from amidst the crowd, many of whom were much more richly attired than he, and told him that she had been sent by God to aid him and his kingdom, and that the King of Hear 10 218 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. en had told her that he must be crowned at Reims, and become the " lieutenant of the King of Heaven " — a title of right belonging to the sovereign of France. Leading him aside to a window, she easily convinced him of her supernatural powers by telling him some of the inmost secrets of his heart, which she declared her " voices " had revealed to her. Brought the next day before a clerical council and severely interrogated, the King finally decreed to give her a command of six thousand men, and to send her to raise the siege of Orleans. A sword, taken from the Church of St. Catherine, was now presented her, and the standard which she herself had designed, and which bore a fig- ure of the Saviour carrying a globe, painted on a white ground strewed with the fleur-de-lis, was placed in her hand. Mounted astride a young and active horse, the Maid started for Orleans. The English were then occupying a fort on the op- posite side of the Loire near a bridge which crossed it, and Joan decided that this post should be first at- tacked. The most skillful of the French commanders opposed this, but "were finally forced to yield, as the soldiers, to whom she had imparted a portion of her enthusiasm, would obey no other leader. The bridge being partly destroyed, they pushed across the Loire in boats and began the attack upon the English fort. At length, seeing her countrymen falter, the Maid, A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. 219 seizing a scaling-ladder, mounted the escalade, when an arrow pierced her corslet, and she fell as if dead into the ditch. Some soldiers carried her awaj, but she soon returned again to the attack, and, waving aloft her magic banner, led on her countrymen in a desperate but successful assault. The English leader was killed, the fort surrendered, and that same even- ing the young shepherdess of Dourremy, whom the English in the morning had tauntingly advised to " go home and mind her cows," entered Orleans in tri- umph from the bridge which had been closed for sev- eral months, bringing with her a supply of provisions to feed the half-starved citizens. It was not strange, as she rode through the streets of Orleans upon 'her charger, dressed in full armor, her countenance brilliant with a light which seemed more of heaven than earth, that the famished people looked upon her as an angel sent for their relief, and that stern, rough, bearded men prostrated themselves before the feet of her horse, and that women held up their children for her blessing. The following day the English retreated, and France was saved. The subsequent history of this girl is a disgrace alike to France and England. Aft- er following the king, standing over him at his coro- nation, and leading his armies successfully against the English, she was at length taken prisoner at Com- 220 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. peigne through the treachery of her own countrymen, conveyed to Eouen, and burnt alive in the market- place as a sorceress. Well may her countrymen now raise monuments and revere the memory of the gentle, patriotic girl. Before breakfast the next morning we visited all the points of interest in Orleans connected with the history of the Maid. There are three statues — one, a fine equestrian one, in the principal square ; another upon the bridge, and the third, a copy in bronze of the statue now at Versailles, the work of the talented Princess Marie d'Orleans, the daughter of Louis Philippe. The room in which it is said Joan lodged, when she entered the town from Blois, is shown, but the locality is rather apocryphal; and it is probable that the benevolent- looking old lady who leads strangers into it has an eye more to the franc which she receives for her serv- ices than to the verification of history. But the spot where the fort held by the English stood is well marked, some remains of it being still visible. A rude stone cross is erected there, upon which is inscribed "In memory of Jeanne d' Arc, known as 'The Maid,' the pious heroine, who, on the 8th of May, 1429, in this place, saved by her valor the city, France, and her King." In the afternoon we went to Blois, and the next day visited the Chateau of Chambord, an imposing A FLYING TRIP IX THE COUNTRY. 221 structure built in 1526 by Frauds the First. It ia now the private property of the Count de Chambord, the son of the Duchess de Berri, and the only male survivor of the elder branch of the French Bourbons, who, should they be recalled to power during his life, would, under the title of Henry the Fifth, be King of France. Francis the First, Henry the Second, Charles the Ninth, Louis the Fourteenth, and Louis the Fifteenth, all lived here. In the first Eevolution the chateau was taken,' and very much defaced, the fleur-de-lis which covered the walls being beaten out with hammers. Only one of these emblems of the Bourbon dynasty escaped — a stone lily, six feet in height, which rose above one of the towers. This was knocked down during the Revolution of 1818, but the present Emperor has permitted it to be restored, and the insignia of his race now again surmount the tower of the only building in France belonging to its last representative. At Blois is the old castle which for ages has been the residence of the kings of France, and the scene of some of the most tragical events in its histoiy. B ire it was that Henry the Third, incited by his fiendish mother, Catherine de Medicis, plotted and perpetrated the murder of the Duke de Guise, and his brother, the Cardinal de Lorraine. The room in which the deed was done is shown, as is also the ora- 222 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. tory at the side, where Catherine prostrated herself before the altar, and prayed that the murder might be successfully performed. The Castle of Blois occupies a frowning position on the summit of a hill overlook- ing the town, and is now used as a barrack. From Blois we took the train for Amboise, a ride of a lit- tle less than an hour. The high and frowning tow- ers of the Castle of Amboise, which overhang the Loire, with its donjons and oubliettes, and dark cells, has been the scene of some terrible tragedies. The most horrible of these was the hanging upon its walls of twelve hundred Huguenot prisoners, arrested in the time of the religious wars in 1560 for their participa- tion in the plot known as the " Conjuration d' Am- boise." The executioners became wearied with be- heading their victims, and so drowned them in the Loire. Standing upon the balcony, it was scarcely possible to realize that all these horrors had been enacted amidst such scenes of grandeur and beauty. The old castle stands on a lofty rocky height, at the foot of which glides the sunny, beautiful Loire, its banks green with vines, on which the purple fruit hung in rich clusters. Above, the river winds among islands, and ripples laughingly by the frown- ing old castle. The castle, though well cared for, is crumbling to ruins; but the river is broad and sunny, and its banks are verdant as ever, and the sky — the A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. 22o sky of this beautiful Tourraine — as blue and clear as it was. on the day when, beneath it, the river ran red with the blood of a thousand martyrs. It was in this castle that Charles the Eighth, at the age of twenty-eight years, was killed while running under a stone door-way, hurrying to his tennis-court, by hitting his head against the top-stone, which had been placed inconveniently low. Here it was that Abd-el-Kader, the .brave and noble emir of Algiers, was imprisoned by Louis Philippe, and released in 1852 by the Emperor. From Amboise we went to Tours, a beautiful old town on the Loire, which contains a fine cathedral and the remains of a church built by St. Martin in the third century. About a mile from the town is Pies- sis les Tours, the favorite residence of Louis the Eleventh. Little remains of it now but a single tow- er, and some extraordinary cells in which the royal bigot confined his prisoners, whom he subjected to a novel punishment, called " enwalling." Around the walls of this subterranean dungeon were little spaces, cut about two feet into the wall, and four feet high, and in one of these a prisoner was placed, inclosed with an iron grating, through which he breathed the dank air of the dungeon. In these living tombs one could neither lie down, nor stand upright, nor sit in a comfortable position ; but the power of human endur- 224 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. ance is shown by the fact that the Cardinal Balue (who is said to have been the inventor of this hor- • rid system of punishment) remained in one of them seven years. Near these dungeons is the oratory where the King passed hours at a time in abject prayer to the Virgin and saints for the cure of his complicated maladies, and here he finally ended his miserable existence. "They had hard hearts in those days," remarked the girl who showed us the remains of the castle as she pointed us out the cells. About four miles distant from Tours is the curious village of Eochecorbon, which consists of dwellings cut in the solid rock two hundred feet above its base ; the rock itself being bold and bluff, they can only be reached by ladders. In one place an immense boul- der has become detached from the cliff, and in this, which from below looks as though it were liable to fall at any moment, two dwellings are excavated. These excavations were made hundreds of years ago by the retainers of the feudal barons who lived here, with a view to economy and to safety. Here are the remains of a feudal castle of the eleventh century, all that is left of it now being a stone tower, a hut fifty feet in height, which stands tottering on the very verge of the cliff three or four hundred feet above the bank of the river. A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. 225 Returning to Tours, we next day took the dil- igence and rode thirty miles across the country, through vineyard and by acacia hedges, to the old town of Chinon, where there are the remains of a cas- tle, now entirely in decay, in which Charles the Sev- enth received Joan of Arc, and where he first saw his beautiful and talented mistress, Agnes Sorel, who ex- ercised so powerful an influence on his life and the fortunes of France. The scene of these interviews, and of the splendor of the court of the indolent and pleasure-loving King, is now a sad and broken ruin, and crows were cawing dismally from its wall-tops. Near it is a square tower, over a deep ditch, supposed to have been one of the "oubliettes" down which prisoners were cast, and "forgotten" forever. In one of these towers Richard of the Lion Heart was im- prisoned by his father, Henry the Second, for conspir- ing to dethrone him. It is now converted into the ice-house of the town of Chinon, as is the donjon into a powder-magazine. Beneath it is an extensive sub- terranean prison, reached by descending stone steps, which have been nearly worn away during the long centuries in which they have been trodden by prison- ers and visitors. All along the walls of this under- ground dungeon are the names of prisoners who were buried in that living tomb; cut in the rocks. Some of thorn dated 1420. It was a relief to ascend from 10* 226 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. this dank and noisome den, smelling like a tomb, up again into the clear sunlight, and to gaze upon the scene which presents itself in the lovely valley. God, the great Architect and Artist, builds lofty hills, and spreads out fertile river-banks, and drapes them with verdure, and paints them with beautiful flowers, and bathes them all with the bright and glowing sunshine, and man digs dungeons in which to hide his fellows from the view. From Chinon we went to Angers, a black-looking; dull old town, containing a strong castle and a fine cathedral, and from here we made a pleasant little excursion to the scene of one of the most celebrated of romances, and where we laid aside for the time our history and dwelt again in the youthful days, when we were alternately charmed and- frightened as we read our fairy tales. At Champtoce, distant about fifteen miles from Angers, on a green and beautiful hillside overlooking the Loire, are the imposing ruins of a feudal castle, in which lived in the fifteenth cen- tury one Gilles de Eetz, known throughout the coun- try as Le Barbe Bleu, and the undoubted original of the horrid monster who, under the name of "Blue- beard," astonished and alarmed our childhoods. This interesting character, having lost health and fortune by youthful excesses and extravagances, believed that he could restore both by the use of a bath of infants' A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. 227 blood, and for this purpose he is said to have killed no less than a hundred babes. In those days the born thralls of a feudal seigneur would bear a great deal from their master, but the crimes of the gentle Gilles finally became so bold and frequent that all the country about rebelled, and he was tried and duly burnt at Nantes, after relieving his mind with a full confession. Two towers of the castle, overgrown with moss and ivy, and rapidly crumbling to ruin, still rise above the underground dungeons, in which the deeds of blood were committed. It was with difficulty that I could persuade my guide to go with me as far as the entrance of one of these subterranean cells, and I be- lieve no inducement would have taken him with me into it. The peasants give the castle a wide berth after dark; children will not play around the ruins; and to this day the mothers of Anjou frighten their nurslings into propriety by threatening to confine them in the ruined castle of Le Barbe Bleu. At Angers we took a little tea-pot-power steam- boat down the Loire to Nantes. The river for the entire distance is beautiful, its banks densely grown with flax and vines, and rising often to lofty heights, whose summits are crowned with crumbling old cas- tle-towers and spired churches. We reached Nantes in about seven hours, and, after visiting the castle in 228 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. which Henry the Fourth signed the celebrated edict which, gave freedom to the French Protestants, left the following morning for a ride across Brittany in a diligence. Brittany, of all portions of France is the most out- landish. There is some fine land and scenery in it, but generally it is barren and poverty-stricken. The people retain many of their ancient customs, and have been but little disturbed by modern innovations. The peasants still dress in goat-skins, and the girls and old women and female children all wear the Breton cap, which extends nearly half a yard above and be- hind the head at an angle of about forty-five degrees. They live in a very homely manner, make and drink but very little wine, using cider instead. They have no barns in which to deposit their hay and grain, but leave it in the open air, the grain being threshed on the ground where it is cut. The land is all cut up into small irregular patches, each one being sur- rounded by a border of trees, which effectually shut out the sunshine except at noon-day. They retain many of the Druidical superstitions and practices of the ages previous to the introduction of Christianity, and to this day the peasant-women of Brittany who desire to have male children go at midnight to some of the Druidical remains with which the country abounds, and rub their breasts against them. In short, A FLYING TRIP IN THE COUNTRY. 229 these people live and act in many things just as their ancestors did a thousand years ago, and are an aston- ishing example of primitive simplicity, in this age of art and innovation. CHAPTER XIV. PARISIAN THEATRES. Annoyances — The " Claque." — Its Origin and Object. — The Censor- ship. — The Acting. — Specialities of different Theatres. T)ARIS is certainly the paradise of theatrical man- -*- agers — the theatres within its limits, although the most uncomfortable in the world, being always crowd- ed. The visitor who succeeds in sitting through a performance without once having his temper ruffled, is entitled to a first prize for amiability of character. There is no ventilation, and besides being crowded, one stews. And then there is the claque continually breaking in with vigorous applause ; and the moment the curtain drops, the air is rent with the yells of wretches with cast-iron lungs crying apples, oranges, and candies for sale. The claque is one of the most annoying among the many nuisances which afflict the Paris theatres. Seated usually in the parquette, immediately be- hind the orchestra seats and directly under the chan- delier, a row of persons, varying from half a dozen to thirty, may be seen every evening, wet or dry, who never get tired of seeing the same piece, and who PARISIAN THEATRES. 231 never forget to applaud in the proper places, provided always they have been properly paid therefor. This is the claque, whose presence saves the Parisian thea- tre-goer the labor of applauding for himself. In the midst of the party sits the chef, who gives the cue when to applaud, to whom the rest look for all their instructions, and the movement of whose hands they follow. The chef is paid a certain sum by the management of the theatre, but his principal receipts are from authors who are about producing new pieces, from young actors and actresses, or those who desire to create an unusual sensation. The chef furnishes the remainder of the claque, requiring them sometimes to pay a small sum in addition to their services when the piece draws very crowded houses ; admitting them for nothing, under ordinary circum- stances, and paying them a little when there is not sufficient attraction to induce them to give their val- uable aid, in consideration of witnessing the perform- ance. The claque is an " institution" — the success of a piece or an artist depending, in great measure, upon its efforts. The measure of success is generally ar- ranged in advance. For a consideration, a "grand success" is guaranteed; but if the author or artist is short of funds, or haggles with the king of the claque, a "little success" only is promised. A degree still lower, sometimes stipulated for, is to "save the piece 232 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. or the artist from being damned ;" and if no arrange- meet at all is made, the members of the claque only applaud just enough to save themselves and their places. The whole thing is graduated in this manner, and satisfactory conditions having been arranged, the places where the applause is to come in, and where encores are to be demanded, are all marked and stud- ied by the chef as an actor would study his part. Nobody, of course, is deceived by this artificial ar- rangement. Every habitue of a Parisian theatre very well knows that the "thunders of applause" which burst out periodically from beneath the chandelier are paid for at so much a clap ; and that the seedy but, on the whole, respectable-looking individual who controls the movements of his band, is not a mere pa- tron and lover of the dramatic art, who finds it a pleas- ure as well as duty to assist in the development of genius, and to crown it with a meed of applause, but that he is a mere mercenary. And yet the Parisian theatres can not, or at least their managers think they can not, succeed without the aid of the claque. A few years since, awakened to the absurdity of the system, the nuisance was suppressed in all the theatres. A week afterward it was restored, the art- ists themselves complaining, and asserting that they could not act without it. Applause was a stimulant as necessarv to them as air and light, and the audi- PARISIAN THEATRES. 233 ences, accustomed to manifest their enthusiasm by proxy, would not applaud, and so the efforts of the artists fell dead upon the house. The restored claque, rinding itself master of the situation, became more de- manding and impudent than ever, and the old system now flourishes in full vigor. Frequent difficulties arise, however, in some of the better theatres between the audience and the claque, demonstrations decidedly hostile to the latter being made by the former, and cries of "down with the claque" being often uttered with a vim which proves that if Parisian audiences had the will, they certainly have the power to make noise enough to gratify any reasonable demand of the actors. The origin of the claque dates back to the year 1804, and it first became an " institution " at the Come- die Franchise. At this time two rival actresses, M'lle Duchenois and M'lle George, were " strutting their lit- tle hour upon the stage." Each had her partisans, who nightly applauded their favorite, and endeavored to out-applaud their opponents. M'lle George being a favorite of the Emperor Napoleon, and the noisiest demonstrations being made in her behalf, the Govern- ment did not interfere, and the result was that the f/ Francais; M.Felicien Mallefille, a romancer and dram- atist, author of the Memoires de Don Juan, Les Sept En/ants de Lara, and a comedy entitled Le Coeur et la Dot, which since 1853 has held a position upon the DISTINGUISHED NEGROES. 241 boards of the Comedie Franeaise ; M. Auguste Lacaus- sade, a distinguished poet, chevalier of the Legion of Honor, and principal editor of the Revue Europeenne ; M. Victor Sejour, a native of New Orleans, a dramat- ic author of considerable celebrity, and an officer of the Legion of Honor ; M. Melvil Bloncourt, a most agreeable, pleasing writer, whose articles appear in the Courrier du Dima/nche, the Steele, and the Journal des Economistes, in which he has recently published a re- markable article upon Hayti. The founder of the Journal des Ecoles, M. Bloncourt, while still a student, defended the cause of the enfranchised slaves against the colonial reaction. M. Bloncourt has recently writ- ten for the Bioyraphie Universelle, the lives of celebra- ted men of color in all countries. M. Alexander Dumas (the younger), author of the celebrated Dame aux Camelias, Diane de Lys, etc., bears evident marks of his origin and race. M. Caraby, of New Orleans, is one of the most brilliant advocates of the bar of Paris. M. White, of Cuba, the son of a ne- gress, received the first prize as a violinist from the Conservatoire de Musique in 1856. M. de la Nux, also the possessor of a first prize from the Conservatoire, is a pianist of great skill and celebrity. In the French army, at this time, are several men of color, among them M. Virgile, an eleve of the Ecok Polytechnique, Colonel of Artillery, and chevalier of 11 242 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. the Legion of Honor ; M. Lazare de Lance, Captain of Cuirassiers ; M. Guillot Koux, Captain of Zouaves ; M. Bouscaren, Lieutenant in the line; M. Beville, Lieutenant of Hussars, and M. Bores, Captain in the French Navy. The ecclesiastical profession also con- tains many men of color, some of them of celebrity ; and among these M. Alfred Labory, director of the Freres de la Doctrine Chretienne of Ploermel, and M. Langlume, Missionary to Senegal. CHAPTER XVI. LEAENED INSTITUTIONS AND LECTURES. Distinguished Lecturers. — Opportunities for the Gratification of all Tastes. — Programme of the Courses. T I \BE Closerie de Lilas is not the only " institution " -*- to which the youth of the Quartier Latin are at- tracted. It is in this quarter that the schools of law, medicine, science, and literature are situated, and dur- ing about six months in the year lectures are here given in the College of the Sorbonne, the College de France, the Ecole de Medecine, and the Ecole de Droit. About four thousand students, the majority of whom are French, but whose number embraces natives of almost every country on the globe, regu- larly follow the courses with the purpose of obtain- ing diplomas and graduating in the branch of study which they have adopted. These lectures are, how- ever, free to all who choose to attend them, and the scientific and literary classes at the Sorbonne and the College de France are in particular much visited by Btrangers. In the lecture-rooms of the College de France seats are rosorvod for ladies. 244 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. With the exception of those at the " Conserva- toire," the lectures are all given in the daytime, and commence as early as eight o'clock in the morning. The lecturers are men of first-rate ability, professors celebrated in their " specialities," and among them are some whose names have obtained a world-wide repu- tation, such as St. Hilaire, Milne Edwards, Edouard Laboulaye, St. Marc Girardin, Becquerel, and Drs. Velpeau and Nelaton. With a programme of the courses in his hand, the lover of literature, science, law, or medicine can find at any hour of the day the opportunity of listening to a lecture upon almost any subject from the " Immaculate Conception " down to the art of bread-making. The lover of literature and history can gratify his tastes to the "top of his bent" at the College de France. The spectator in the field of dogmatic theology, or in the more practical ones of chemistry, natural philosophy, zoology, anatomy, physiology, or mathematics, will find all these treated upon in the dingy amphitheatres of the Sorbonne. One of the most interesting courses of lectures has been' that recently given at the "Conservatoire des Arts et Metiers," in the Eue St. Martin. These lec- tures being intended for workmen, are given on Sun- days, and in the evening, and are usually of a very practical description — generally devoted to the appli- cation of science to industrial pursuits. These are LEARNED INSTITUTIONS AND LECTURES. 245 crowded every evening with laborers, who, having fin- ished their daily task, come here with their note-books, and carefully listen to and take down for future refer- ence such portions of the lectures as they think may be of particular service to them in their trades. The expenses of all these lectures, a programme of which for last winter is given below, are paid by the Govern- ment, and they may be attended " without money and without price." SORBONNE. FACULTY OF SCIENCES. Higher Algebra ; Astronomy ; Chemistry ; Calculations of Probabilities and Physical Mathematics; Natural Philosophy, Experimental and Mechanical ; Zoology, Anatomy, and Com- parative Physiology; Higher Geometry; Mineralogy; Differ- ential and Integral Calculus. FACULTY OF LETTERS AST) TIIEOLOGY. Moral Theology ; Philosophy ; French Eloquence ; Ancient History ; Foreign Literature ; Greek Literature ; the Sacred Writings; Latin Poetry; Modern History; History of Philos- ophy ; the Hebrew Language ; Sacred Eloquence ; Ecclesiasti- cal History; Geography; French Poetry; Ecclesiastical La w ; Latin Eloquence ; Ecclesiastical History ; Dogmatic Theology. FACULTY OF LAW. The Code Napole'on; Criminal Law and Penal Legislation; Civil Practice; Roman Law; French Law (studied in its feu- dal and common origin); the Commercial Code; History of Roman and French Law; Political Economy; International Law. 246 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. FACULTY OF MEDICINE. Medical Philosophy ; General Pathology and Therapeutics ; Anatomy; Medical Chemistry; Surgical Pathology; Opera- tions ; Histology ; Diseases of Children ; Mental and Nervous Diseases ; Ophthalmology ; Diseases of the Urinary Organs. SCHOOL OF PHARMACY. Physics; Pharmacy; Toxicology; Natural History of Veg- etable Medicaments ; General Chemistry. COLLEGE DE FRANCE. Arab Language and Literature ; Mathematics ; Comparative Grammar; Sclavonic Language and Literature ; Latin Poetry; French Language and Literature in the Middle Ages ; Hebrew, Chaldaic, and Syriac Languages; Languages and Literature of Modern Europe; Chinese and Tartar; Mantchou Lan- guage and Literature; Epigraphy and Roman Antiquities; Greek and Latin Philosophy; Political Economy; General and Mathematical Natural Philosophy ; History of Medicine ; Organic Chemistry ; Comparative Embryogony ; the Turkish Language ; International Law ; Natural History of Inorganic Bodies; General and Experimental Natural Philosophy; Per- sian Language and Literature ; Egyptian Philosophy and Ar- chaeology ; Sanscrit Language and Literature ; Ethics ; Chemis- try (general study of salts) ; Greek Language and Literature ; Experimental Medicine; Latin Eloquence; Modern French Language and Literature ; Celestial Mechanics. SCHOOL OF MINES. Geology; Mineralogy; Palaeontology. CONSERVATOIRE DES ARTS ET METIERS. Chemistry applied to Industry; Agricultural Chemistry; Natural Philosophy applied to the Arts ; Geometry applied to the Arts ; Chemistry applied to the Arts ; Industrial Legisla- tion ; Spinning and Weaving; Descriptive Geometry; Dyeing LEARNED INSTITUTIONS AND LECTURES. 247 and Scouring of Cloths ; Agriculture ; Industrial Economy ; Agricultural Works and Rural Engineering; Industrial and Statistical Administration. SCHOOL OF LIVING ORIENTAL LANGUAGES. Course of Algerian Arabic ; Course of Hindostanee ; Course of Sanscrit ; Course of Tliibetian ; Course of Modem Greek ; Course of Arabic ; Course of Japanese ; Course of Modern Chi- nese ; Course of Common Arabic ; Course of Persian ; Course of Malay and Javanese ; Course of Turkish. IMPERIAL MANUFACTORY OF THE GOBELINS. Chemistry applied to Dyeing. MJJSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY. {Jardin des Plantes.) Zoology (articulated animals) ; Zoology (reptiles and fishes) stable Physics; Comparative Anatomy; Palaeontology. Cl ~fift u *^^j* CHAPTER XVII. "down among the dead men." The Catacombs of Paris. — A Visit to them. — Dismal Places. — Miles of Skulls and Bones. — The Abode of the Dead. — An agreeable Situation. — Accidents. ^pHERE are two cities in the latitude and longi- -*- tude which mark the site of Paris on this ter- restrial ball : the one on the surface above ground, with its broad boulevards and princely palaces, noble monuments and elegant mansions, and its" gay, bus- tling life and beauty. The other is a subterranean, silent city of the dead, lying beneath the upper one, with its narrow, dank, and noisome avenues, cut through the solid rock, within which are moulder- ing to decay three millions of what were once the living, moving, trading, dancing, feasting, and merry- making denizens of the upper city. The population of the subterranean is nearly double that of the su- perficial Paris. About one-tenth part of the total superficies of the French capital is undermined with the Catacombs. These excavations pass beneath the principal streets on the left bank of the Seine, in the Faubourgs St. "DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN.' 24^ Germain, St. Jacques, and San Marcel, and are in ex- tent about three millions of square yards. The Ob- servatory, the Pantheon, the Luxembourg and its gar- den, stand above the damp and sunless streets of the city of the dead below. The origin of these immense excavations dates back to a remote period. More than a thousand years ago they were made for the pur- pose of obtaining stone to build the houses of Paris. In the year 178-4, some sinkings of the earth having occurred, a company of engineers was authorized to direct such works as were necessary for the safety of the streets and houses above, and, at the same time, the Council of State having issued a decree for clear- ing the Cemetery of the Innocents, which stood in the very heart of Paris, on the ground now occupied by the principal market, it was ordered that the remains found in this, as well as the other city cemeteries, should be deposited in these vast subterranean quar- ries. The works having been completed, the ceremony of the consecration of the Catecombs took place on the 7th of April, 1786, and on the same day the re- moval from the cemeteries was commenced. The work was always performed at night ; the bones were brought in funeral cars covered with a pall, followed by priests chanting the service for the dead, and upon reaching the Catacombs, were shot down a shaft into 11* 250 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. them. When first deposited, they were piled up without any order or regularity, save that those from each cemetery were placed in separate heaps ; but in the year 1810 a regular system of arrangement was commenced. Openings were made for the admission of air, channels formed to carry off the water, steps constructed from the lower to the upper excavations, pillars erected to support the dangerous parts of the vaults, and the skulls and bones built up among the walls. Formerly, visitors obtained admission with but little difficulty ; but several accidents having oc- curred, they were for a long time excluded, and at present only a limited number are permitted to go down once a year — about the first of October — when the Inspector-general of the Quarries of the Seine, to whom applications must be made for tickets, makes his annual tour of inspection. Besides being the place of deposit for the remains from the cemeteries, the Catacombs are the burial- ground of those killed in the different revolutions; and now, every five years, the common graves in the three great cemeteries of Pere La Chaise, Mont- martre, and Mont Parnasse are dug up, and the re- mains of the unknown, unnamed poor removed to the Catacombs, to make room for the crowding dead. My application to M. de Hennezel was followed by an immediate reply, inclosing a ticket for four ••DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN.'' 251 persons. There are some sixty entrances to the Cat- acombs, but the principal one is in the garden of the city custom-house, at the old Barriere d'Enfer — cer- tainly a very appropriate locality in which to con- struct the main descent to these lower regions. We were requested to assemble a little before four o'clock in the afternoon, and each one to be provided with a candle. I had taken the precaution not only to obey the letter of the advice, but also furnished my- self with a box of wax matches and a quantity of biscuit; for such things have happened as people los- ing their light and way, and being left in these sub- terranean passages for a day or two, and taken out half famished. By four o'clock we were all assem- bled, about two hundred of us, among whom were at least twenty ladies. The entrance is through a door- way at one end of the garden, and lighting our can- dles, the inspector having opened the passage, we commenced our descent, two officers standing at the door-way and carefully counting us as we passed them. The descent is by a spiral stone staircase of ninety steps, and measuring seventy feet. Having wound around them until we were giddy, those of us who had the misfortune to enter first being covered with grease from the dripping candles of those above, we found ourselves at the foot of the stairway in a tunnel about three feet wide, and but little more than 252 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. six feet in height, and in which only two persons could walk abreast. We followed along the narrow path, and soon it took a turn. At the corner was the name of the street cut in the stone, and the whole of this immense subterranean city is so laid out in streets, each turning having not only the name cut in the rock, but two arrows painted upon it — one pointing the way to the place where the bones are deposited, and the other in the direction of the staircase. We were walking through a narrow passage, hewn in the solid rock. Eock above, rock below, and rock on either side. The walls were damp, and from the roof above, which our heads often touched, drops of water were percolating, and immense yawning fissures permitted it to pass sometimes in streams. The rough, uneven' ceiling of this vault was in many places fill- ed with cracks ; and huge masses of stone, looking as if they needed but a touch to bring them down upon our heads and bury us all in a common ruin, we saw above us frequently during our passage. I was glad, afterward, that I had not examined the map of the Catacombs before going down and marked the great number of places where the roof has fallen in, or I might have been a little alarmed at this shaky-look- ing canopy ; and I must confess it made me shiver once or twice to see a foolhardy individual just be- fore us continually picking off the little stalactites "down among the dead men." 253 which the oozing water, strongly impregnated with carbonate of lime, formed in icy pendants. Occasionally, on either side of the vault, was a dark, dismal -looking hole, into which putting our candles, we could see that it went down, down, down, into Cimmerian blackness; and from the main pas- sage-way, through which we were going, other pas- sages branched off in every direction. "We must not venture into them, however ; we must follow the crowd, for a minute's absence from the candle-bear- ing throng might involve us in a labyrinthine maze, from which we might never extricate ourselves — too dark and too complicated even for wax matches and biscuit to get us out of. We turned a corner again : we were under the " Eoute d'Orleans," a broad boulevard a hundred or two feet above us. A little farther, and the guide- board informed that we were beneath the Sceaux Rail- way Station, about three hundred yards from where we entered. Now we were below the Rue d'Enfer, and then under a church, or some other public build- ing the name of which was cut in the wall. Some- times the tunnel widens, and in some places solid mason-work had been placed to prop up the falling, cracking ceiling. In this way we groped along for fifteen or twenty minutes until we came to the door of the Catacombs 254 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. proper, the inclosure containing the human remains being but about one three-hundredth part of the en- tire extent of the quarries. The door is a heavy wooden one, over which is the inscription, "Has ultra metas requiescunt beatam spent spectantes ;" and as it creaked solemnly upon its massive hinges, we walk- ed in — in among the dead of centuries ! Good God ! what a sight ! We stepped from the doorway into a vestibule, wider considerably than the shafts through which we had come. On either side was a wall of human bones and skulls reaching nearly to the roof, here some ten feet in height. 'This wall is built of the femur and tibia (the thigh and shin bones), and three rows of skulls — the first, two feet -from the ground, and the others about that distance apart, and this construction on either side of the vaults is main- tained throughout the whole. Behind and piled up even with it to the top, the smaller bones, which this wall of skulls and thighs and shins sustains, were thrown indiscriminately. The skulls were placed fronting each other, and, with the holes where the eyes had been, and the upper jaws, partly filled with teeth, all lighted up with the glare of our candles, grinned horribly at us ! Here, indeed, was a " cham- ber of horrors !" and all the attendant circumstances added to the intensity of the singular scene. We were a hundred feet beneath the surface of the earth. "DOWN AMONG THE DEAL) MEN." 255 A damp and charnel-like smell pervaded the air. The flickering candles threw a pale and ghost-like light upon the wall of human bones, and down in these vaults our voices sounded strangely. It cer- tainly would not be a pleasant place for a nervous, imaginative man to be left alone in without a light. But we were as yet only in the vestibule of these dark and silent chambers of the dead. Miles of walls of human bones were still to be passed through, ere we should see the fair face of Mother Earth and the clear light of day again. The crowd began to move, and I followed them. A little dark and dismal open- ing in the side attracted my curiosity. I turned into it for a moment, and, extending my candle, looked over the edge of a yawning abyss which went down into the earth, I know not how far, but the extent of which I camG> very near testing. The foul atmos- phere arising from it, or perhaps a little puff of wind extinguished my candle, and I stood on the verge of a subterranean gulf, among the dead, and in dark- ness. * ■ * * * -x- -x- * Here would be an excellent place now to finish a chapter, after the fashion of those writers of sensa- tion stories who, when they have succeeded in sus- pending their heroes by the latter end of their nether garments to a nail in the top of a fence, very much 256 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. to the disgust of their readers, suddenly bring up with "to be continued " But I will not be so cruel, nor so regardless of my own comfort, as to long leave myself standing " by the light of a blown-out candle" down among the dead men. The situation for a few seconds was not a pleasant one. Psychologists assert that just before death, and particularly in cases of sudden death, the whole past is spread like a picture before the " mind's eye " of the dying man. Something akin to this, an indescribable sensation, as if in that moment I lived over again years long since gone into that past "where the shadows lie," I experienced for an in- stant, as I stood bewildered by the suddenness of the darkness and the strangeness of the situation. The past and present — friends living and dead — father, mother, sisters, and brother, and a paje-faced little girl I knew and loved in boyhood — all presented them- selves in that instant before me, but all confusedly mingled together. It did not continue long, however, probably not a tenth part of the time it has required to describe it ; for, bethinking me of my prudent sup- ply of wax matches, I lighted one as quickly as pos- sible, and taking two or three steps backward, relight- ed my candle, and, without stopping to make any more solitary explorations, turned into the main ave- nue, where I had left the rest of the party, and to my "down among the dead men." 257 great joy saw them, with their gleaming lights, halted only a few yards in advance. I joined them as quick- ly as possible, and determined not to leave them again during the rest of the excursion. Throughout the whole of these subterranean tombs the bones gathered from the different cemeteries are placed together, with a slab in the wall indicating whence they came — they having been taken from fif- teen or twenty different places. Besides these, every few feet Tire inscriptions such as these set into the wall of skulls and bones : " La mort nous confonde tons sous un meme niveau; la distance des ranges se perd dans le tombeau" — " Death sinks us all to the same level, and the differences of rank are lost in the tomb." How particularly true we can realize this to be here, where noble and beggar, priest and layman, old and young, are huddled together in a common pile. Here is a solemn appeal : " Venez, gens du monde, dans ces demeures silencieuses, et voire tranquilite sera frappe de la voix qui s'eleve de leur inter ieur" — "Come, people of the world, into these silent retreats, and your tranquillity will be disturbed by the voice which comes up from them." "Heureux celui qui a toujours devant sesyeux, Vheure de sa mort" — "Happy is he who has ever before his eyes the hour of his death." 258 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. In some places a number of skulls, arranged in the form of a cross, are set into the wall. Frequently we saw skulls through which bullets had passed, and others which had been trepanned, and particularly in the pile containing the bones of those who were killed in the various revolutions, we found many shattered ones. One which occupies a prominent position, be- ing placed by itself on the top of the wall above all the rest, is celebrated for containing a complete and beautiful set of teeth. All are very brown, but ap- parently in a good state of preservation, and look- ing as though they might last yet for centuries, per- haps till the great day of resurrection, when they shall be revivified. And so we passed through about three miles of bones piled up on either side, stopping occa- sionally to read any inscriptions, and examine any that offered striking peculiarities. Several of my companions, who were medical students, although there were notices posted at frequent intervals re- questing visitors to touch nothing, could not resist the temptation to gather some specimen, and each one came up provided with a femur or tibia, or at least a tooth. One young gentleman indeed, more enterpris- ing than the rest, "prigged" an entire skull. In the course of our walk we came to a well of pure water, which has now been inclosed with a wall, in which several gold-fish have been placed, and which live "DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN." 259 there, but do not spawn. The spring, which was dis- covered by some workmen, was originally named the "Source d'Oubli," the "Spring of Forgetful n ess ;" but it is now known as the " Fontaine de la # Samari- taine," an inscription, the words of Christ to the Sa- maritan woman, having been placed upon it. After passing the fountain, we traversed half a mile more of these galleries, till we at length came to a circular stairway, which we began to ascend, and by which we emerged again into the clear, bright day- light, as we all supposed, at the same place at which we had descended. In this, however, we were mis- taken, for we found ourselves in a different portion of Paris, nearly a mile from where we had gone down, but glad enough to see sunshine, and breathe fresh air, and get into the living, upper world again, after our exploration of more than an hour's duration among the dead. Before the Catacombs were appropriated to their present use, they were the haunts of thieves and rob- bers, who there deposited their booty, and hid them- selves, when pursued by justice; and it is said that even now there are secret entrances, unknown to the police or to the engineers, which are made use of by felons for concealment. Several persons have been lost in these labyrinths and never found; and only a year since, two workmen, who descended for the pur- 260 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. pose of making some repairs, had a narrow escape from an awful death. It seems they only took with them an open light, which was extinguished by a gust of wind, and, having no means of relighting their can- dle, they groped about in the darkness for nearly two days and nights — all night to them. When they had been down more than forty hours, they gave up all hope, and lay down exhausted and groaning. Fortunately they had groped their way, without knowing it, near to one of the ventilators in a street near the garden of the Luxembourg, at least two miles from where they entered. Some person passing by hearing a succession of low, stifled moans, went to the police station close at hand, and gave the information, when a party of men was sent down, who rescued the poor workmen, then in an utter state of exhaustion and hopelessness, from a horrible death. I am in- clined to believe there will yet be some terrible acci- dent — a caving in of the streets and buildings above these passages; and with the general good care with which the French Government protects the lives of its subjects, it is a little surprising that visitors are permitted to expose themselves by descending into the Catacombs merely to gratify their curiosity. CHAPTER XVIII. THE CHIFFONNIERS OF PARIS. Their Mode of Life, and what they find. — The " Ilasard de la Four- chette." — Dilapidated Lorettes. — Objects found in the Streets and public Carriages. — Honesty of the Chiffonniers. — An independent Rag-picker. — The Ravageors. I"N most of the cities of the world, rag-picking, and -*- the gathering up of such articles of small value as are thrown in the streets, is a dernier resort, and the occupation of beggars. In Paris it is an acknowl- edged "profession," recognized, and, to a certain ex- tent, encouraged by the municipal government. Its members, although not usually addicted to 'patchouli or euu de cologne, nor models of elegance either in dress or manners, still manage to keep tolerably clean, and pride themselves upon their independent mode of life, which is under the control of no master but their appetites. They are a singular race, these noc- turnal Bohemians, forming a community of their own, and exhibiting a curious phase of life in this cu- rious city. In Paris, between dark and daylight, families arc permitted to place the rubbish which has accumulated 262 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. iii the day's household labor in little piles in the street before the door, and these are gathered up in the morning by the rubbish carts after they have been raked by the chiffonniers. About ten o'clock at night these nocturnal philosophers start upon their rounds, the utensils of labor of each being a willow basket, holding from one to two bushels, which is carried strapped to the back, a stick about a yard in length with a sharp hook at the end of it, and a lantern sus- pended by a piece of wire sufficiently long to permit its holder to carry the light close to the ground. I have often watched with interest the artistic manner in which one of these chevaliers extracts the valuables from a pile of dirt. The lantern is held in the left hand, while, with the hook in the right, the rubbish is scattered. No rag, however diminutive or dirty, no piece of bone, no cork, no bit of glass, not even a scrap of paper, escapes the sharp eye of the rag-picker. All is fish which comes to his net; and every thing in the heap which possesses the slightest value is taken up with the hook and thrown over his back into the basket ; then, carrying his lantern close to the ground in order that he may discover any stray valuables which may happen to be lying in the gutter, he starts off for another pile of dirt. After making theirrounds at night, about one o'clock the chiffonniers usually enter some of the low wine-shops in the neighborhood THE CHIFFONNIERS OF PARIS. 263 of the market-houses, where they drink the wretched stuff to which, in their energetic language, they have given the name of casse poitrine. Here they remain, catching a nap between drinks, until nearly daylight, when those who are not too drunk go their round again, reaching home about nine o'clock, after selling the product of their labor to the chiffonniers en gros. These wholesale rag-merchants have vast maga- zines in the quarters inhabited by the rag-pickers, and employ a large force of men and women to assort, divide, and place in separate piles articles of the same nature,- and these people labor twelve hours a day for about thirty sous, in an atmosphere poisoned by the ex- halations of putrefying flesh, greasy rags, and cast-off clothing, compared to which the smell in a dissecting- room is like a puff of wind from the Spice Islands, or a breeze wafting on its wings the odors of Araby the blest. It is only the old and infirm, or those who for some other cause are disqualified for active duties, who adopt this profession of a trilleur, as a means of livelihood, as all greatly prefer the more free and in- dependent life of the chiffonnier. Three-fifths of the chiffonniers are between seven- teen and thirty-five years of age ; and down in the narrow, dirty cellars of the Quarto r Moi/j/'r/ard, and in the vicinity of the old Barriere des Deux Moidins, where the sunshine never comes, and where the very air is 264 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. fetid with the exhalations of the pickings of the gut- ter, these people sleep huddled together, without dis- tinction of age or sex, in rooms where they pay three or four sous for lodging. A few elderly couples live together, and have a sort of house-keeping arrange- ment, but the majority eat in the wretched cook- shops, where for five sous they procure a meal, con- sisting of a plate of soup, and a stew of suspicious beef, or mutton, which perhaps never wore horns, and never gave up the ghost in " the regular way." In one of these places where the rag-pickers feed, a curious sort of lottery, called the hasard de la fourcJiette, is carried on, which at the same time enables these people to gratify their appetite with tempting bits of food, and to woo the fickle goddess Fortune. The proprietor of this " institution " purchases daily, by the bucketful, from the cooks and waiters of restau- rants, the pieces which are left upon the plates of cus- tomers, and all these, jumbled together, are placed in a large iron pot filled up with water, and boiled into a savory soup. Each fellow desirous of trying his luck pays two sous, and then, seizing a long fork which reaches to the bottom of the kettle, is permit- ted to make one "stab in the dark" — but only one; whatever he brings up from the abyss is his. It may be a delicate piece of chicken truffe, a slice of beef, a bit of pate defoiegras; it may be only a potato, and THE CHIFFONNIERS OF PARIS. 265 possibly nothing at all ; in any case, however, the diver is entitled to a dish of the soup, which, made from such a variety of meats and vegetables, ought certainly to be delicious. Among the articles gathered by the chiffonniers are the following, with the prices at which they are sold : old paper, torn and dirty, four francs the hun- dred pounds ; gros de Paris (sack and packing cloth), four francs the hundred ; gros de campagne (cotton and colored rags), nine francs; gros bid (linen rags), coarse and dirty), ten francs ; bid (cleaner linen rags), thir- teen francs ; blanc sale (clean cotton rags), seventeen francs; blanc fin (clean linen rags), twenty-two francs; woollen rags, bones, old leather, broken glass, old iron, etc., are classified apart ; corks are usually exchanged for drink ; and the ta§te for smoking, in which both sexes indulge, is gratified from the ample store of ci- gar-stumps which the chiffonniers pick up in their per- grinations. It is said, indeed,- that gentlemen who still retain sufficient confidence to permit them to purchase ready - made cigarettes, not unfrequently inhale the mild fragrance of second-hand cigars, which, having been thrown away by their original proprietors, after- ward form part of the contents of the chiffonniers basket. There are in Paris about four hundred chiffonniers. Two hundred and seventy are males, and one hun- 12 266 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROrE. dred and thirty females ; among them may be found persons of all ages, from children of both sexes nine and ten years old, up to old men and women of seven- ty. The community of chiffonniers is divided into two classes — first, those who have been brought up and educated in the business, who having a distaste for ordinary labor and a liking for an independent, care- less life, constitute its aristocracy, and feel a sort of pride in the fact that no member of their family "for many generations has ever been obliged to "work for a living," and, secondly, men and women, some- times persons of education and refinement, who have seen better days, who, by their own imprudence or misfortunes, have descended in the social scale until they have reached the lowest round of the ladder. Indeed, it is said that there isnow in Paris the son of a marquis whose vices and habits have finally led him to abandon name, family, and rank lor this wretched life. Many of the women are dilapidated "lorettes;" and an officer once pointed out to me, picking rags and bones from a pile of rubbish with the hook of the chiffbnmer, a woman, who, twenty years ago, was one of the leaders of the demi-monde, who no doubt was then " gay in silks and laces," and had noble suitors wooing at her feet. It was difficult to detect a single trace of former beauty in those pre- maturely old and bloated features. But that disgust THE CHIFFOKNTERS OF PARIS. 267 ino* wretch was nevertheless Adele P , who once made half Paris mad with her seductive beauty. Sic transit gloria muncli. Before a chiffonnier is permitted to enter upon the active duties of the " profession," he is required to obtain a license, for which he pays a small sum, and the fact of having which he renders patent by wearing a brass medal upon his breast. No person who has received a judicial condemnation can obtain a chiffonnier 's license, and it is said that crimes, of a character which would subject its members to the penalty of the law, are almost unknown in this lowest order of industry. They are rarely brought before the judicial tribunals, and, indeed, as a class, have a very decided reputation for probity. In such an im- mense city as Paris, it may well be imagined that a great number of articles, of almost every description, are lost daily. According to the French law, the find- er of any such, if he keep them, renders himself liable to punishment for larceny. A person finding any ar- ticle of appreciable value is required to deposit it im- mediately with the Commissary of Police of his quar- ter, who gives him a receipt for it, and at the same time makes a register of his name and address. It is then taken to the Prefecture, where, it is deposited with other articles of its kind, and where it awaits recognition and ownership for the term of a year and 268 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. a day ; at the expiration of which period, the owner not having appeared, it is surrendered to the finder upon presentation of the receipt. Every week a list of the articles found and deposited is published in the Moniteur. The following is a list of one week's treas- ure trove deposited at the Prefecture of Police : A silver soup-spoon, bearing two initials, one of which is L ; found at Clichy. Two bank-bills; found the 13th: one opera-glass, found on the 19th in a theatre. A gold watch ; found at Bercy on the 22d. A sum of 25 francs ; found on the 25th in the vicinity of the Chateau cVEau. A porte-monnaie, containing 27 francs and 30 centimes; found on the 26th in the Quartier du Val de Grace. A thread purse, containing 18 francs and 25 centimes, and a carriage number ; found the 27th. An old porte-monnaie, containing 20 francs 10 centimes, and a key ; found the 25th. A bunch of ten keys in a ring ; found the 25th near the Porte St. Martin. A barrel of brandy and a cask of wine. A gold watch ; found the 25th in the Quartier Place Ven- doine ; a bunch of seven keys, of which one is a watch-key. A piece of 20 francs ; found in a wine-merchant's. A gold watch-chain ; found near the Bourse. A sleeve-button ; found in the Quartier St. Georges. Two gold breastpins ; one enamelled, with pearls. A set of false teeth ! A packet of dirty linen, marked with two initials, one of which is G. A milliner-box, containing several bonnets and other objects. Forty francs, given by mistake at the door of a theatre. The chtffonniers, whose business takes them out THE CHIFF0NNIER3 OF PARIS. 269 early and late, and whose lanterns are always carried near the ground, on which their gaze is bent, are of course more liable than any other class of men to pick up these lost objects, many of which are found in the heaps of rubbish thrown out in front of houses, and every day these roving philosophers may be seen coming to the offices of the Commissioners of Police, bringing silver spoons, watches, pocket-books, and other articles of value. A feeling of independence, and a decided objection to being considered mendicants, is joined with this probity. I proved this one evening soon after my ar- rival in Paris, when, strolling with a friend just after dark in the Eue St. Jacques, then swarming like a beehive with ouvriers and working-girls returning from their labor, I met a ragged Diogenes scattering with his hook a pile of rubbish. TVe paused to ad- mire the artistic manner in which he picked up every thing possessing the slightest value, and I asked him some questions. He informed me that he had a fam- ily, all of whom were engaged in the same occupation, and finished by inviting me to come and see him at his residence in the Cite" Doro, near the Barriere des Deux Moulins. This man was evidently one of those who "had seen better days;" and feeling a natural pity for the misfortunes which had brought him to this pass, and willing to reward him for the information 270 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. he bad given me, I offered him a ten-sou piece. I shall never forget the look of pride 'which, shone through his dirty face and unkempt beard, as he drew himself up to his full height, and saying " I am not a beggar, sir!" marched off at a rapid pace. Besides the articles found upon the streets, many are left in the public carriages, and are returned by the drivers every week. Upon entering a cab in Paris, one receives from the driver a little card, con- taining his rates of fare and the number of the vehicle. This, being kept, is a great check upon the driver in case he were inclined to be dishonest. The following is the list, appended to the one above, of objects found in the public carriages : Nineteen francs, change for a piece of 20 francs ; received for one franc the 26th. An Italian medal. Nine francs fifty centimes ; received for 50 centimes. A porte-monnaie containing nearly 500 francs. Ten francs. A lady's brooch. A black opera-glass. A lorgnette, with a long chain. A basket containing 200 eggs. Seven opera-glasses. A lady's petticoat ! A valise, locked with a key. A piece of 20 francs ; received for 1 franc. There is still a lower order of chiffonniers, who, however, are not acknowledged as legitimate mem- THE CHIPFONNIEKS OF PAK1S. 271 bers of the profession. These are miserable wretches, who never succeed in scraping together a sufficient amount of capital to purchase a hook and basket, but who carry on their backs an old dirty sack, and who pick up whatever the genuine chiffonniers leave — scraps of bread, decaying vegetables, and pieces of meat, from which they make a miserable meal. Still another independent artist is the ravageur. Formerly, when the streets of Paris had but one gut- ter running through the middle of them, these men did quite a thriving business in gathering up nails, and old pieces of iron and copper. Now their labors are confined to the river-banks when the water is low. The sewers all pour their dirty streams into the Seine, and bear along with them considerable quantities of old iron and lead, and occasional knives and forks and spoons, which settle on the bottom or are caught upon the banks. When the river falls, the ravageur spends his days in digging and gathering pans full of earth, which he washes for the debris which settles at the bottom. How he lives during high water it is difficult to say, unless it be that he spends the time in praying that the river may fall, and the banks be left dry. CHAPTER XIX. VISIT TO THE CHAPEL OF THE TUILERIES. The Imperial Chapel. — The Emperor and Empress at their Devo- tions. — The Emperor. — The Empress. "TTAYINGr frequently seen their Majesties at the -*—■- opera and at the theatre, and riding in the Bois de Boulogne, and once or twice dancing at the Grand Balls at the Tuileries, I had a curiosity to observe them at their devotions. Without much difficulty I procured a ticket for the Imperial Chapel for nryself and three friends. The ticket, like every thing of that kind in Paris, was of a size which rendered its being pushed through the aperture of any ordinary pocket an impossibility. It was in the following terms : " Chapel du Palais des Tuileries. " Entree pour le Dimanche de paques — Messe a midi. Mon- sieur . En frac." " (Signed) Le Grand Chambellast, Due de Bassano." Some printed instructions accompanied the ticket, stating that " gentlemen would appear in dress-coats, and black pantaloons or knee-breeches." Having long since arrived at the conclusion that I was not VISIT TO THE CHAPEL OF THE TUILERTES. 273 calculated to make an impression " in tights," I dress- ed in the ordinary full evening costume, and a little before eleven o'clock drove into the Place Caroussel, to the door of the ante-room of the chapel, which is the next toward the Rue de Rivoli, beyond the prin- cipal entrance to the Palace, beneath the Tour de THorloge. In the ante-room there were already a number of persons waiting, and I was amused to ob- serve the utter disregard which had been paid to the instructions relative to costume. Of the whole num- ber, there were not more than a dozen gentlemen in "full dress;" some had black cravats, many dark gloves, not a few turn-over collars and scarfs, and one sturdy -looking individual, with a red face and burly person, was gorgeously, if not very appropriately, at- tired in a frock-coat, brown pantaloons, and sky-blue gloves. At eleven o'clock, an under -chamberlain, in a green dress-coat, and black velvet knee-breeches and sword, after collecting our tickets, opened the door and ushered us into the chapel. This is small, and plainly constructed, capable of seating about two hun- dred persons. In the body of the chapel I noticed some twenty or thirty seats, covered with crimson velvet, and in front of these half a dozen velvet cush- ioned chairs, with a prie Dieu before each. A gallery supported by massive pillars occupied three sides, L2* 274 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. while that part directly facing the altar was trimmed with crimson velvet studded with golden bees, the emblem of the Napoleonic dynasty. This was the state pew, where only the Emperor and Empress sat, and knelt at the performance of their weekly devo- tions. Over the altar-, which was very simple, was a fine life-size painting of the Assumption, on the right an " Annunciation," and around the walls were sev- eral excellent religious pictures. As we entered, a servant of the palace, in livery, was engaged in light- ing the candles before the altar. Afterward he lit the candles in a dozen glass candelabras, suspended from the gallery ; and as it was a rainy and sombre day, this light produced a very pleasing effect. Fortunately, the seats in the body of the chapel were filled before we entered, so that we were obliged to take seats under one of the side galleries. These proved to be the best, as from them we could see their Majesties during the entire service, without turning round. At a little before twelve o'clock, an opening of doors and a rustling of silks were heard, and in a moment the ladies of the Court and the offi- cers of the Imperial household entered and took their seats in one of the side galleries, first kneeling and making the sign of the cross. A few minutes more, and there was another banging of doors, and from the state pew above we heard announced, in a loud voice, VISIT TO THE CHAPEL OF THE TUILERIES. 275 " L'Empereur." At the same moment the organ struck up, and the choir commenced the Kyrie Eld- son. Every body rose, and all eyes were bent upon the Imperial pew. Their Majesties entered, and com- ing forward, knelt, crossed themselves, and opened their prayer-books. The Empress looked handsome, but very pale and sad. After she was seated, the high front of the pew almost hid her, and only her face, arms, hands, and bonnet could be seen. She was dressed in white, and wore a white bonnet fringed with swan-down, tied with a big bow of white rib- bon, and she wore lead-colored gloves. Just as she entered, she caught the eye of one of the ladies in the gallery on her left, to whom she smilingly nodded ; then turned to the Emperor and said something, at which he smiled, and then they both fell to their prayer-books. The Emperor was dressed in his military uniform of general-of-division, and wore white gloves. He looked exceedingly well, and his long, pointed mus- tache had evidently been handled that morning with more than ordinary care. He yet bore that grim, half-shy, unreadable expression of countenance for which he is noted. During the entire service, through most of which he knelt, he did not appear to be in a mood particu- larly devotional, and most of the time was engaged 276 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. in turning over the leaves of his prayer-book, either trying to find "the place " or looking at the pictures. Often, as a sweet strain rose from a clear soprano voice singing the solos of the mass, he would look up, and bend his ear toward the singer as if listening with pleasure, and then his eyes were bent upon the Cardinal-archbishop and his two assistants. What could he have been thinking about, this grim Em- peror, with the sphinx-like countenance ? Might he not have been amused at the idea, that in spite of the implied and real abuse which he was continually re- ceiving from the dignitaries of the Church for having permitted their mother to be despoiled of some of her fairest domain, he had before him a cardinal, and two bishops saying mass, and ready to utter the prayers of the Church in his behalf and to call down Heav- en's blessings on his head ? Was he indulging in a feeling of pride at the thought that the Head of the Church, to whose beautiful ritual he was listening, would, but for him and his soldiers, be an exile and a wanderer, instead of being seated comfortably in the chair of St. Peter? Might he be thinking how best to cut the Gordian knot, and solve the Roman difficulty? Were his thoughts leading him back to the prison of Ham, and the land in which he had roamed an exile, or only to the days of the coup d'etat? Was he thinking of the battle-fields of Sol- VISIT TO THE CHAPEL UE THE TUILERIES. 277 ferino, and the interview to which it led when he, the parvenu, dictated terms of peace to the haughty scion of the haughty Hapsburgs? Might he not be stray- ing in the pleasant fields of earlier memories, and calling up again the happy hours of childhood, when, led by his mother's hand, he went to church, and listened to this same beautiful ritual more attentively than now'? Whatever the grim and sphinx-faced man thought, he did not appear to pay particular at- tention to his prayers. The Empress, however, read her prayers attentive- ly and devotedly, her lips moving as she did so, and once she uttered the "Amen" audibly. Sometimes, as the solemn music rose and swelled, she would look up, her sweet, sad face lighted with an expression al- most angelic ; and sometimes she seemed for a mo- ment to forget herself, and would bend over and say something to the Emperor, who responded with one of liis grim smiles, and then she would commence again devouring her prayer-book. The mass was magnifi- ently executed, the high parts being sung by a female voice, which is an unusual occurrence in the churches of Paris, where boys are employed for the treble and. alto. As for the congregation, it was engaged most of the time in watching the countenances of the Emperor and Empress, and probably not a very large amount of religious edification or comfort was the result of 278 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. the ceremony to any of us. At the termination of the mass, the Cardinal-archbishop read the prayer for the Emperor, then, turning to the congregation, gave the Pax Vobiscum, then bowed to the altar, then turn- ing again, bowed to the Emperor, who, with the Em- press, rose and went out, and the religious services of the day, which had occupied a little more than half an hour, were over. An hour afterward their Majesties and the Prince Imperial were driving through the Champs Elysees, on their way to the Bois de Bou- logne. CHAPTER XX. THE CEMETERY OF PERE LA CHAISE. A real "City of the Dead." — The Jewish Inclosure. — Tomb of Ra- chel. — Defacing Monuments. — Abelard and Heloise. — The Grave of Marshal Ney. — The Artist's Corner. — Vandael, the Flower-paint- er. — Singular Inscriptions. — The common Graves. — How the Dead are buried, and what it costs. — The Aristocracy and Democracy of Death. — " Poor little Hunchback." — Respect for the Dead. — The "Jour des Morts." — Mortuary Statistics of Paris. npHE Cemetery of P&re la Chaise is the principal -*- of the three great burial-grounds in which those who die in Paris repose — the city of the dead, located on the brow of a hill in fearful proximity to Paris, and overlooking it. " City of the Dead !" No other cemetery ever seemed so well to deserve this title, for its grounds are laid out in paved and curbed streets and grass-plots and gravelled walks, and above most of the family vaults rise little chapels fifteen or twen- ty feet in height, piled in thickly as the buildings in a crowded city's street. From the tomb-crowned heights of the cemetery, one of the best views which can be obtained from the surrounding country is af- forded of Paris, which, with its towering monuments, archos, and domes, its streets filled with busy life, 280 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. whence rises a low musical hum — the Seine, look- ing like a silver thread, running gracefully through it — lies stretched in the valley below. "What a point from which to moralize — the city of the living, seen from the city of the dead! A few years since, and those whose bones are now mouldering here were bustling through those busy streets yonder ; and a few years hence, how many thousands of those who make up the population of that gay and noisy Paris will be lying here in these silent halls. On the right of the main entrance to the cemetery is an inclosure set apart for the interment of Jews. At the other extremity is another for Mussulmans, and between them lie those who have had " Christian burial." Until within a few years past, still another piece of unconsecrated ground existed in which Prot- estants were interred, and it is only in the cemeteries of Paris even now that French Protestants are per- mitted to rest in soil hallowed by the rites of the Church. In the Jewish inclosure are the tombs of the Rothschilds and other celebrated families, but the one which attracts most attention is that of Rachel. A little stone chapel, with a grated door, rises above the grave, and over the entrance cut in the stone is the name "Rachel" — the only inscription upon the tomb of the great artist. In front of the chapel is a little flower-garden, and inside, and hanging about it, THE CEMETERY OF PEKE LA CHAISE. 281 are several wreaths of immortelles, those pious offer- ings with which friends deck the graves of their loved ones, and which are annually renewed on the jour- des morts. Inside the chapel is a basket filled with visit- ing-cards, deposited by those who have come to the tomb. In this cemetery lie Abelard and Heloise. The unfortunate lovers are reunited now in a tomb taste- fully built from the ruins of the Paraclete, which Abelard founded, and of which Heloise was the first abbess. And here, at the grave of these models of earthly constancy and heavenly faith, of undying af- fection and holy self-sacrifice, despairing lovers and romantic maidens come and gaze and weep ; and on the jour des morts, whole cart-loads of immortelles are thrown over the ugly red railing, which prevents the too earnest admirers of the stricken pair from chip- ping off pieces of the tomb as mementoes. Close by the magnificent marble monument — the finest in the cemetery — erected over the remains of "Elizabeth, Countess de Demidoff nee Baroness de Strogonoff," is a little inclosure, surrounded by a low iron railing, inside of which is a small garden. Ivy creeps over and twines in among the iron rods and green grass, and freshly-sprung flowers cover the ground ; but there is no inscription, not even a knoll, to show there is a grave theiv; no sign by which a 282 AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. stranger straying among these tombs would ever be led to imagine that within the little green space lay the man who received from Napoleon himself the title of " the bravest of the brave." Yes : this is the grave of Marshal Ney 1 A full-length statue of him has been erected by the Government upon the spot where he was executed, and it is intended, I believe, ere long to place a monument above his grave. Near here is the grave of Beranger — the poet of the people — whose songs will live in their memories, and be transmitted to their posterity, as long as the language in which they were written lasts. The mon- uments of Massena, Marshal Davoust, and- General Foy are also in this vicinity, and just back of them the sarcophagi of Moliere and La Fontaine, who lie next each other, as do Balzac and Souvestre, on the other side of the cemetery. Near the chapel, on the brow of a hill overlooking the whole ground, is a choice collection of tombs of some of the world's greatest artists — painters, authors, musicians, and actors. Among them are those of Bel- lini, Cherubini, and Boileau, Talma and Bernardin St. Pierre, the author of that sweetest, purest specimen of French literature, "Paul and Virginia." In search- ing about one day for these, I stumbled accidentally upon the forlorn, neglected-looking grave of Jean THE CEMETERY OK PERE LA CHAISE. 283 Francois Yandael, an artist celebrated for his flower- painting, and who died in 1840. Upon the simple, humble headstone o'ergrown with moss, so that it was almost illegible, was this appeal to the passer-by : " Si tu viens au printcmps dans un lieu de douleurs, Ami des arts, tu dois le tribut d'une rose A ce tombeau modeste oil pour jamais repose La cendre de Vandael notre peintre des fleurs." "Lover of art, coming in the spring-time to this sad spot, thou owest the tribute of a rose to this modest tomb, where repose the ashes of Vandael, our flower- painter." Notwithstanding this touching demand, Vandael's grave seems completely forsaken. It is covered with rankling weeds, and its decoration, the only sign of remembrance about it, is a worn and weather-beaten immortelle, which looks as if it had stood the storms of at least a dozen winters. I had no rose to leave as a tribute, so I plucked a sadly-drooping wild flower, bending its head among the weeds growing on the painter's grave, and placed it as a memento among my souvenirs. The youth who, after reading the epitaphs of all the good and pious dead, implored his mother to tell him where the " wicked folks" were buried, would be as much at a loss in the cemetery of Pere la Chaise," as he was in the grave-yard of the country church. 28J: AN AMERICAN JOURNALIST IN EUROPE. If the inscriptions upon these tombstones may be be- lieved, nearly all who lie beneath their shadow were either the " best of husbands " or " wives," or the " most dutiful of children," the " kindest of parents," " truest of friends," or of the " most excellent and benevolent dispositions." " Science " and " Eeligion weep," we are assured, unceasingly, over the memories of many of the dwellers in this city, and the grass upon the graves of others, we are told, is to be kept green by the tears of the survivors. Some of these tear-watered graves look sadly dry and neglected, moistened only by the Hand which causes the weep- ing clouds to descend " on the just and upon the unjust." Upon most of the tombstones is inscribed, " Pray for me ;" and in accordance with the Catholic belief in the utility of prayers in behalf of those who have passed, as Protestants think, beyond the state of pro- bation, friends, whenever they visit the tombs, kneel before them and send up to Heaven requests that the souls which once inhabited their inmates may rest in peace. There are some singular inscriptions to be found in the cemetery. One which always struck me as particularly ridiculous, and always brought up a smile, even among the graves, is that upon the tomb of an aeronaut: "Oh, Charles! the aerostatique science, which thou hast created, transported thy body above THE CEMETERY OF PERE LA CHAISE. 285 the clouds, and the wisdom of Socrates raised thy soul above passion. Thou triedst thy flight toward heaven before quitting us forever." Upon the simple headstone of the grave of Comte, the author of the " System of Positive Philosophy," is inscribed only " Auguste Comte et ses trots anges" — his three children being buried with him. Upon one bare and barren spot, which looks as though it might well be the last resting-place of one who left not a single friend to plant a flower or hang a wreath, is a headstone, on which is simply cut " Six feet of earth — forever." In one of the most public avenues is a tall shaft, sur- mounted by a torch, " Erected to the memory of Frederick Albert "Windsor, the originator of public gas-lighting;" and upon the tomb of a merchant near by it is stated that " he was an active man, and this is the first time he ever rested." It is in Pore la Chaise, also, that is to be found the original tribute to her dead husband of the " inconsolable widow who carries on the business at the old stand." What extremes meet upon this common ground ! 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