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written the greater part of " Le Supplice d'une Femme,” it Madame M-, and, explaining the error, apologized for was decided that the comedy should have no legal author. his seeming want of politeness, laughed over the mistake, Neither of the two writers lost by it ; for the piece is an asked Mrs. M- to dine, and was ever after most civil abnormal picture of French society, as devoid of truth as it is and kind to her and her family. of dramatic merit.

The results of the inquiry made as to the damage sustained by the inhabitants of Paris during the two sieges and the devastation caused by the Commune, have been

UNSEEN. communicated to the Muncipal Council by the Prefect of the Seine. The number of claims for compensation were

I. 12,480, representing a sum of four hundred and seven million francs. These demands have been cut down and classi

At the spring of an arch in the great north tower,

High up on the wall, is an angel's head; fied in the three following categories: Damages caused

And beneath it is carven a lily flower, by foreign war to 1,703 claims, and rather more than two

With delicate wings at the side outspread. million francs; damages caused by the second siege to 2,436 claims and about nine millions francs; injuries done by the Commune to 8,451 claims, and fifty-five million

II. francs. These sums, added to a further sum of ten millions for subsequent demands since admitted, give a total of

They say that the sculptor wrought from the face seventy-seven millions ($15,400,000), which will be shortly

of his youth's lost love, of his promised bride;

And when he had added the last sad grace distributed.

To the features, he dropped his chisel and died. In an article on “ Prussia and the two Empires,” by M. Albert Sorel, in the current number of the Revue des Deux

III. Mondes, it is stated that Count von Moltke was anxious that war with France should have been declared immedi- And the worshippers throng to the shrine below, ately after Sadowa. The German soldier saw that war with

And the sightseers come with their curious eyes; France was inevitable, and might probably be perilous ; and But deep in the shadow, where none may know he hoped, by a sudden attack, to take the enemy by surprise.

Its beauty, the gem of his carving lies. The pretext for a declaration of war would have been the territorial “ revendications" of Napoleon III., and there was perfect confidence that all Germany would have supported

IV. the contest with enthusiasm. The plan of operations was Yet at early morn on a midsummer's day, indeed, says M. Sorel, traced out, and the army was full of

When the sun is far to the north, for the space élan. Count von Moltke proposed to withdraw his columns, Of a few short minutes, there falls a ray, and by a bold and and swift march, which seemed sure of

Through an amber pane, on the angel's face. success, to throw himself at once upon France, which would have been taken utterly by surprise, and in the midst of the

V. greatest military disorganization. Nor can it be doubted that if this plan had been carried out, France would in 1866

It was wrought for the eye of God; and it seems have suffered the fate which was reserved for her four years

That he blesses the work of the dead man's hand later. Not a few French politicians and others declaim With a ray of the golden light that streams wildly against the ex-Emperor, because he did not go to

On the lost that are found in the deathless land. war with Prussia after Sadowa, and so prevent the first great step towards German unity. But it requires very little reflection to see that if France were unprepared in 1870, she was still more so in 1866 ; and, as it was, she was only saved by circumstances from being overrun in 1866, as

ROBERT BROWNING. was seriously contemplated by her conquerors subsequently.

BEARDED like some strong shipman, with a beam A LITTLE awkwardness on the part of Madame Thiers,

Of gray orbs glancing upward at the sky,

O friend I thou standest, pondering thy theme, recently, in the reception of a lady of moderate rank, with the belief that she was a duchess of the crême of society,

And watching, while the troublous days blow by

Their cloudy signs and portents; then thine eye recalls to memory that an English lady, with a very fine,

Falleth, and, reading with poctic gleam high-sounding French name, and probably the descendant

The human lineaments that round thee lie, of some political outlaw, went to a ball at the Tuileries, Peers to the soul, and softens into dream. during the reign of the Emperor Napoleon, and gave her O dweller in the winds and waves of life, name as Madame M

On the first landing, this was Reader of living faces foul and fair! changed to Madame de M- -; and by the time our fair

No nobler mariner may mortal meet. compatriot (and she was very fair) reached the saloon,

Steadfast and sure thou movest through the strife, where the emperor was standing, surrounded by his court

Knowing the signs and symbols of the air,

Yet gentle as the dews about thy feet. and the high dignitaries of the empire, she found herself

ROBERT BUCHANAN. a duchess. Now, the emperor was always very anxious to get the old noblesse of the Faubourg St. Germain to come to the Tuileries ; but with few exceptions, those of the Duc de Mouchy, the Duc de Gramont, the Prince de la To CURE ASTMA. — WHITCOMB's REMEDY acts more direct Tour d'Auvergne, and a few others, — he had not suc

ly than any other known panacea. ceeded. When, therefore, the usher announced Madame la Duchesse de M-, he instantly left the empress, to whom

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The best article as a relish for family use is the famous HALhaving paid any attention to the announcement; and it was

FORD LEICESTERSHIRE TABLE SAUCE ; and we confideutly only when the emperor asked if her Grace had come up to

recommend it to all. The sales of the regular customers of our Paris from her château X

that she perceived the error, best grocers are constantly increasing, for each one who tries the and undeceived his Majesty, who made her a bow, and HALFORD praises its quality to his neighbor, and the makers returned, rather crestfallen, to the empress. However, state that their cards of reference are made up of everybody who in the course of the evening, Napoleon III. sought out uses the goods.— Boston Traveller.

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EVERY SATURDAY:

A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.

Vol. I.]

SATURDAY, JUNE 15, 1872.'

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THE 'HE second-floor front have come in, Ben,” said Mrs.

Mogg, of 19A, Poland Street, as she opened the door to her husband on a wet and windy autumnal evening : " she have come and brought her luggage,- a green carpet-bag with a poll-parrot worked on it, and a foreign-looking bandbox tied up in a handkerchief; she's French, Ben, that's what she is !

“Is she ?” said Mr. Moog shortly: "Well, I'm hungry, that's what I am ; so get my tea.” He had had a long and dirty walk home from the West India Docks, where he was employed as a warehouse-man, and chattering in a windy passage about his wife's lodger scarcely seemed to him the most desirable way of employing his first moments at home.

But after despatching two large breakfast-cups of tea, and several rounds of hot salt buttered toast, from which the crust had been carefully cut away, Mr. Mogg was somewhat mollified, and, wiping his mouth and fingers on the dirty table-cloth, felt himself in cue to resume the conversation.

“Oh! the new second-floor has come, Martha, has she ? " he commenced ; " and she's French, you think. Well,” continued Mr. Mogg, who was naturally rather slow in bringing his ideas into focus, “ Dickson may or may not be a French name; that it's an English one we all know: but that's no reason that it should not be a French one too; there being, as is well known, several words which are the same in both languages.".

“She wrote down P. Dickson when she came to take the rooms this morning; and I see P. D. worked on her portmonnaie when she took it out to pay the first week's rent in advance," said Mrs. Mogg.

“ Then it's clear enough her name is Dickson,” said Mr. Mogy, with a singular facility of reasoning. “What should you say she was now, Martha,- you're good at reckoning 'em up, you are: what is the second-floor front, should you say

?" “ Either a gov'ness or a lady's-maid out of place," said Mrs. Mogg decisively. “I thought she was a gov'ness until I see the sovereigns in her portmonnaie; and then made up my mind she was a lady's-maid as had given up her place, either through a death, or the family going abroad, or giving up housekeeping, and these were the sovereigns which she had just got from the wardrobe-shop for the perquisites and etceteras which she had brought away with her.”

“ You're a clear-headed one, you are,” said Mr. Mogg, looking at his wife with great delight.

• Has she had any thing to eat?

Oh, yes !” said Mrs. Mogg, giggling with some asperity; " she brought a lettuce in with her, I suppose ; for when I went up to ask her whether I should get in any little trifle for breakfast, I found her eating of it, and dropping some lumps of sugar into a tumbler of water.”

"Well, that's beastly,” said Mr. Mogg: “these foreign

ers are disgusting in their ways, one always heard; but how did you make her understand you about breakfast ? ”

"Lor' bless yer, man, she speaks English first-rate; so well, that, when I first see her, I thought she was a countrywoman of mine from Norfolk."

“Well, so long as she pays regularly, and don't stop out late at night, it don't matter to us where she comes from," said Mr. Mogg, stretching out his arms, and indulging in a hearty yawn. “Now, Martha, get me my pipe; and when you have cleared these things away, come and sit down, and let's have a quiet talk about how we are to get rid of the German teacher in the back attic."

The newly-arrived tenant of the second-floor, whom these worthies in the kitchen were thus discussing, was walking up and down her room in much the same manner as she had paced the platform at Lymington, or the Prado at Marseilles. It was very lucky that the occupant of the drawing-room, a gentleman who taught noblemen and senators the art of declamation, had not on that evening one of his usual classes, in which budding orators were accustomed to deliver Mark Anthony's speech over the sofapillow, transformed for the nonce into the dead body of Cæsar, and where, to encourage his pupils, the professor would set forth that his name was Norval, and proceed to bewail the bucolic disposition of his parent, or the grinding sound of the heels above would have sadly interfered with the lesson. It was well that Pauline was not interrupted, for the demon of rage and jealousy was at work within her. The burning shame consequent on the belief that she had been deceived, and made a fool of, nearly maddened her; and as every phase of the deceit to which she now imagined she had fallen so ready a victim rose before her mind, she clasped her arms above her head and groaned aloud.

“ To think," she cried, " that I, who had known him so long and so intimately; I, who had been his companion in his plottings and intrigues, who had sat by, night after night, and day after day, watching the patience and skill with which he prepared the pitfalls for others — that I should be so blind, so weak, so besotted, as to fall into them myself. Lies from the first, and lie upon lie! A lie to the man Calverley, whose agent he pretended he would be; a lie to the old man Claxton, who obtained the place for him, and sent him the money by the pale-faced woman! Then a lie to me; a cleverer kind of liel a lie involving some tracasserie, for I am not one to be deceived in the ordinary

To me he admitted he intended playing false with the others, and now I am reckoned among those whom he has hoodwinked and befooled !

“ The notion that came across me at that place! It must be true! He never meant to come there : he sent me on a fool's errand, and he would never be within miles of the spot! The whole thing was a trick, - a wellplanned trick from the first; well-planned, and so plausible too. The flight to Weymouth, then to Guernsey; hours of departure of trains and steamer all noted and arranged. What a cunning rogue! What a long-headed, plausible rascal! And the money, the two thousand pounds : many would be deceived by that. He thought I would argue, that, if he had intended to leave me, he never would have handed over to me those bank-notes.

“ But I know him better! He is a vaurien, swindler, liar; but, though I suppose he never loved me in the way

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that other people understand love, I have been useful to and not the vitriol and mahogany shavings which they sell him, and he has become used to me, - so used that he cannot bear to think of me in misery or want. So he gave me bring this from France with you; did you, ma'am ?” the money to set his mind at ease, that my reproachful “Oh, no!” said Pauline with a half-smile. • It is a long figure should not rise between him and his new-found hap- time since I left France.” piness! Does he think that money can compensate me for “Ah! so I should think,” said Mrs. Mogg, " by your the mental agony that I shall suffer always, that I suffer civilized ways of going on, let alone your speaking our now? Does he think that it will salve my wounded pride ? language so capital. Mogg, meaning my husband, was in that it will do away with the misery and degradation I France once, at Boolong, with the Foresters' excursion, feel ? And having been cheated by a shallow artifice, will and thought very high of the living he got during the two money deprive me of my memory, and stop the current of hours he was there.' my thoughts? Because I shall not starve, can money “Ah! you have a husband,” said Pauline, beginning to bereave me of my fancies, or keep away mental pictures as lapse into dreariness. will drive me mad to contemplate ? I can see them all Oh, yes, ma'am! and as good a husband as woman now; can see him with her; can hear the very phrases he could wish; a hard-working man, and taking no holidays will use, and can imagine his manner when he talks of love

save with the Foresters to the Crystal Palace, Easter Monto her! How short a time it seems since I listened to those days, and such like. He's in the docks, is Mogg." burning words from the same lips! How well I remember « In the docks!" said Pauline: “he would know, then, each incident in the happy journey from Marseilles, the all about ships ? ” pleasant days at Genoa, the long stay at Florence! Where “Oh, no, ma'am!” said Mrs. Mogg, with a slight toss of has he gone now, I wonder? To what haunt of luxury and the head : “ that's the Katherine's Docks you're thinking ease has he taken his new toy? Fool that I am to remain of, where the General Steam goes from. Mogg is in the here dreaming and speculating, when I want to know, when West Injia Docks: he's in the saleroom, horns and hides, I must know! I must, and will, find out where they are ; and other foreign produce.” and then quickness, energy, perseverance, — he has praised “Then he has nothing to do with ships ? ” them more than once when they served him, — shall be “Nothing at all, ma'am. It would be easier work for brought into play to work his ruin ! ”

him if he had, though more out-door work; but his is terriAt this point in her train of thought, Pauline was inter- ble hard work, more especially on sale-days. He's regular rupted by a knock at the door of her room. Starting at the tired out to-night, poor man; for to-day has been a sound, she raised her head, and listened eagerly; but what- sale day, and Mogg was at "it from morning till night, atever fancy she may have indulged in as to the idea as to

tending to Mr. Calverley's consignments.”

" Mr. Calverley !” cried Pauline, roused at last. the short sniff and the apologetic cough with which Mrs.

you know him? Mogg was wont to herald her arrival ; and, being bade to “ Oh, no! not I, ma'am,” said the landlady; "only through come in, that worthy woman made her appearance, smiling hearing of him from Mogg. He's one of the largest mergraciously. It was Mrs. Mogg's habit to fill up such leisure chants in horns and hides, is Mr. Calverley, and there as her own normal labor and active superintendence of the is never a ship-load comes in but he takes most of it. one domestic slave of the household, known as Melia,” | Mogg has done business for him— leastways, for the house, permitted her, in paying complimentary calls upon her for when Mogg knew it first, Mr. Calverley was only a clerk various lodgers, apparently with the view of looking after there — for the last thirty years.” their comforts and tendering her services, but really with "Is Mr. Calverley married ? " the intention of what she called “taking stock” of their “ Oh, yes, ma'am! He married Mrs. Gurwood, which was circumstances, and making herself acquainted with any Miss Lorraine before she married Mr. Gurwood, who killed peculiarities likely, in her idea, to affect the question of her himself with drink and carryings-on. A pious lady. Mrs. rent. Having thoroughly discussed the possibility of get- Calverley, though haughty and stand-offish, and, they do ting rid of the German teacher with her husband, and it say, keeping Mr. C.'s nose to the grindstone close.” being pleasantly arranged between them that that unfortu- “ And Mr. Calverley, what is he like?” nate linguist was to be decoyed into the street at as early a “ Not much to look at, ma'am, but the kindest and the period as possible on the ensuing morning, and then and best of men.

My nephew Joe is light porter in their there locked out, his one miserable little portmanteau being house; and the way in which Mr. Calverley behaves to him

. , and determined to make herself agreeable to her new regular, and cold meat and beer whenever he goes up to lodger.

the house

- no tongue can tell. Likewise, most bountiful • Good evening, ma'am,” she commenced; " time being to Injuns and foreigners of all kinds, Spaniards, and that getting late, and this being your first night under our hum- like; providing for children and orphans, and getting them ble roof, I took the liberty of looking in to see if things was into hospitals

, or giving them money to go back to their own comfortable, or there was any thing in the way of a Child's country.” night-light or that, you might require."

Where is Mr. Calverley's address, — his business adAlmost wearied out with the weight of the wretched dress; his office, I mean?” thoughts over which, for the last forty-eight hours, she had “ In Mincing Lane, in the city, ma'am. It's as well been brooding, Pauline felt the reliet even of this interrup- known as the Bank of England, or the West Injia Docks tion, and answered graciously and with as much cheerfulness themselves. May I make so bold as to inqnire what you as she could assume.“ The room was comfortable,” she said, want with Mr. Calverley, ma’am?” said Mrs. Mogg, whose " and there was nothing she required; but would not curiosity, stimulated by the brandy and water, was fast madame sit down ? She seemed to be always hard at getting the better of ber discretion : " if it's any thing in | work, and must be tired after climbing those steep stairs. the horn and hide way,” she added, as the notion of somePerhaps she would not object to a little refreshment ?" thing to be made on commission crossed her mind, “I am

Mrs. Mogg's eyes gleamed, as from her neat hand-bag sure any thing that Mogg could do, he would be most Pauline produced a small silver flask, and pouring some of happy." its contents into a tumbler, handed the water-bottle to her •No, thank you,” said Pauline coldly: “my inquiry had landlady, to mix for herself.

nothing to do with business.” “ Thank you, ma'am,” said Mrs. Mogg, seating herself on And shortly after, Mrs. Mogg, seeing that her lodger one of the two rush-bottomed chairs, and smoothing her had relapsed into thought, and had replaced the silver apron over her lap with both her hands. “It is a pull up flask in her hand-bag, took her departure. the stairs after one's been hard at it all day; and a little “ What that Frenchwoman can want with Mr. Calverdrop of comfort like this does one no harm, whatever they ley," said she to her husband, after she had narrated to him may say against it, more especially when it's like this, the above conversation " is more than I can think: his

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name came up quite promiscuous, and she never stopped work upon : he is the only link which I can see at present talking about him while I was there. She'd have gone on to connect me with my fugitive husband. Through him gossiping till now, but I had my work to do, and told her is the only means I have of obtaining any information as to So, and came away."

the whereabouts of this pair of escaped turtle-doves. The Mrs. Mogg's curiosity was not responded to by her hus- clew is slight enough; but it may serve in default of a better, band, a man naturally reticent, and given, in the interval and I must set my wits to work to make it useful.” between his supper and his bed, to silent pipe-smoking. So the night went on; and the Mogg household, the pro“ They're a rum lot, foreigners,” he said ; and after that he prietors themselves in the back kitchen ; the circulating spoke no more.

librarian in the parlors; the Italian nobleman, who dealt in Meanwhile Pauline, left to herself, at once resumed the cameos and

coral and bric-a-brac jewellery, in the drawingtiger-like pacing of her room. “I must not lose sight,” | room; the Belgian basso, who smoked such strong tobacco, she said, “of any clew which is likely to serve me. Where and cleared his throat with such alarming vehemence, in he is, she will be ; and until I have found them both, and the second-floor back; and the German teacher in ignorance made them feel what it is to attempt to play the fool with of his intended forcible change of domicile in the attic, — all me, - me, Pauline Durham, - I shall not rest satisfied. I these slept the sleep of the just, and snored the snores of must find means to become acquainted with this man Cal- the weary; while Pauline, half-undressed, lay upon her verley; for, sooner or later, he will hear something of Tom bed, with eyes indeed half-closed, but with her brain active Durham, whom he believes to have gone to Ceylon as his and at work. In the middle of the night, warned, by the agent, and whose non-arrival there will of course be reported rapid decrease of her candle, that in a few minutes she to him. So long as my husband, and the poor puny would be in darkness, she rose from the bed, and, taking thing for whom he has deserted me, can force money from from her carpet-bag a small, neat blotting-book, she sat the old man Classon, or Claxton, or whatever his name is, down at the table, and in a thin, clear, legible hand, to the they will do so. But in whatever relations she may stand practised eye eminently suggestive of hotel bills, wrote the to him, when he discovers her flight he will stop the sup- following letter : plies; and I should think Monsieur Durham will probably

19A, POLAND STREET, Soho. turn up with some cleverly-concocted story to account for his quitting the ship. They will learn that by telegraph

MONSIEUR, — As a French woman domiciled in England, from Gibraltar, I suppose, and he will again seek for legiti- the name of Monsieur Calverley has become familiar to me mate employment. Meanwhile, I have the satisfaction of

as that of a gentleman - ah, the true English word !

who is renowned as one of the most constant and liberal striking him with his own whip, and stabbing him with his own dagger, by using the money which he gave me to

benefactors to all kinds of charities for distressed foreigners. help me in my endeavors to hunt him down. The money!

Do not start, monsieur ; do not turn aside or put away this It is there, safe enough!”

letter, in the idea that you have already arrived exactly at As she placed her hand within the bosom of her dress, a

its meaning and intention. Naturally enough you think

that the writer is about to throw herself on your mercy, to curious expression, first of surprise, then of triumph, swept across her face. “ The letter!” she said, as she pulled it

implore you for money, or for admission into one of those forth; " the letter, almost as important as the bank-notes

asylums towards the support of which you do so much. It themselves, Tom Durham called it. It is sealed! Shall I

is not so, monsieur; though, were my circumstances differopen it ? but for what good ? To find, perhaps, a confes- ent, it is to you I should apply, knowing that your ear is sion that he loves me no more; that he has taken this

never deaf to such complaint. I have no want of money, means to end our connection, and that he has given me the

though my soul-is crushed; and I am well and strong in money to make amends for his betrayal of me shall I - body, though my heart is wounded and bleeding; calamities Bah! doubtless it is another part of the fraud, and contains

for which, even in England, there are no hospitals nor docnothing of any value.”

tors. Yet, monsieur, am I one of that clientèle which you She broke the seal as she spoke, opened the envelope,

have so nobly made your own, the foreigners in distress. and took out its contents, a single sheet of paper, on which

Do you think that the only distressed foreigners are the was written:

people who want to give lessons, or get orders for wine and

cigars, the poor governesses, the demoiselles de magasin, “I have duly received the paper you sent me, and have

the emigrés of the republic and the empire? No: there is placed it intact in another envelope, marked, • Akhbar K, another kind of distressed foreigner, the woman with a which I have deposited in the second drawer of my iron

small sum on which she must live for the rest of her days,

in safe. Besides myself, no one but my confidential head penury if she manages ill, in decent thrift if she manages clerk knows even as much as this ; and I am glad that I de

well. Who will guide her? I am such a woman, monsieur. clined to receive your confidence in the matter, as my very

To my own country, where I have lost all ties, and where ignorance may at some future time be of service to you, or

remain to me but sad memories, I will not return. In this don't think me harsh, but I have known you long enough

land, where, if I have no ties, yet have I no sad memories, to speak plainly to you - may prevent my being compro

I will remain. I have a small sum of money, on the intermised. The packet will be given up to no one but your

est of which I must exist; and to you I apply, monsieur. self in person, or to some one

who can describe the indorse- You, the merchant prince, the patron and benefactor of my ment, as proof that they are accredited by you."

countrymen, to advise in the investment of this poor sum, H. S. and keep me from the hands of charlatans and 'swindlers

who otherwise would rob me of it. I await your gracious This letter Pauline read and re-read over carefully, then

answer, with a shoulder-shrug returned it to its envelope, and re

Monsieur, and am your servant, placed it in her bosom.

PALMYRE DU TERTRE. « Mysterious,” she said, “and unsatisfactory, as is every thing connected with Monsieur Durham! The paper to The next morning Pauline conveyed this letter to the which this letter refers is of importance, doubtless; but what office in Mincing-Lane, and asked to see Mr. Calverley; but it may contain, and who •H. S.' may be, are equally un- on being told by a smart clerk that Mr. Calverley was out known to me; and without that information I am helpless of town, visiting the ironworks in the North, and would not to make use of it. Let it remain there! A time may come be back for some days, she left the letter in the clerk's when it will be of service. Meanwhile I have the two hands, and begged for an answer at his chief's convethousand pounds to work with, and Monsieur Calverley to nience.

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offer which is cautiously declined. There is not much talk “ CHIFFONNIERS.”

in an Auvergnat, and such little as there may be is not

always intelligible to the outside world; nevertheless, the Who has not seen in Paris, towards six in the evening pair in question cannot help asking the Gascon what hopes in winter, rather later in the spring and summer seasons, he has of getting his tumbler's license. The Gascon has the prowling figure of a muddy man, who stops to consider very little hope, he says, lapsing suddenly mournful. the heaps of refuse emptied by the side of the pavement, From minute to minute a sharp-voiced detective comes fumbles amid them with a crook, and transfers as much of to the door and cries out a name, and the company leaks their contents as he thinks worth the while into a deep-out, by drops of one man at a time, through a door which mouthed basket on his back? He is the chiffonnier, or was once white, and is no longer so. There are postulants certificated ragman,

- a person whose existence is involved of twenty sorts besides those already mentioned, — domesin just enough of nocturnal mystery to make him an object tic servants, perambulating, "coco venders (those men of wondering interest to the grown-up world, and of hide- with velvet-covered receptacles of licorice tea strapped to ous terror to misbehaved small people. His clothes are an their backs, and a semicircle of silvered goblets jutting amalgamation of blouse, patches, rents, and string, such as from a contrivance on their breasts), public fortune-tellers Callot or Gavarni might have sketched for him; his caps and public scribes, market salesmen, and sufferers in every belong to the fashions of no recorded time or people; he variety, from the man with no legs, who wants leave to prohas some such sobriquet as Bijou or Bibi, which fits him pel himself through the streets on a truck, to the public oddly, like his cap; and his countenance is as often as not horror and inconvenience, down to the blind man with his illustrated with a red nose and a black eye. Follow him, dog, who wishes to stand near a church or on a bridge, however, and you will not see him deviate from that with an appealing manuscript on his chest. All these rectilineal course which is the outward sign of sobriety. people require licenses; all of them must be inscribed on He slinks by, straight, silent, and stealthy as a shadow. the prefectoral books, with name, age, residence, and anteIf darkness has set in, the lantern which dangles by a rope cedents in full; and all of them have come supplied with from his left hand glimmers in the distance, like å will-o'- a very sheaf of certificates to attest that they are honest the-wisp; and, if you ask any question of the man, he will folk. You might drop your handkerchief or your watch answer you civilly but curtly, and pass on. Foreigners, without fear among them; even the aspirant chifonnier policemen new to their work, or people against whom he who sits apart from the rest, and patiently waits his turn to has accidentally run at a street-corner, have occasionally the last, with a sullen consciousness of his social inferiority, treated Bijou or Bibi as a vagabond; but this is a mistake. would restore your property to you, asking no reward unHe is no vagabond. He carries in his pocket, and care. less you chose to give it to him. Now, then,” shouts the fully embedded in a tin box, which is the only clean thing detective, when Bijou is left alone, the very last of all; about him, the license which is at once the charter of his and Bijou gets up, tumbles underneath his blouse for his independence, the cause of his eventide civility and sober- "papers,” and shambles into the august presence of the ness, and the patent which raises him during the hours clerk who is to interrogate him. And it is no child's play, when he plies his crook vocations to the level of a munici- this inquisition. At a glance the clerk has detected the pal functionary.

records of three sentences of imprisonment on Bijou's Go to the préfecture de police some morning, and fee papers. “Yes,” pleads Bijou humbly; " but they are all one of those obliging detectives who hang about its neigh- three for assaults when drunk, not for theft.”

- And it borhood to show you the waiting-room of the “ Chercheurs is because of your drinking habits that you are reduced to de Livrets.” You may go in without the detective if you becoming a ragman,” suggests the clerk, and to this Bijou like; but a guide will help you to distinguish categories in responds doggedly, “ that one must live somehow." If ihe the mysterious gathering of postulants there, and to make clerk were facetious, he might answer like Talleyrand, that the visit more instructive. The room is a common one, he saw no necessity for it; but he confines himself to a with whitewashed wails, hard forms, a black stove, and a searching inquiry as to what Bijou did during all the time copy of police regulations hanging on the wall within a flat that the Commune lasted; for it is evident that if any man, wire cage, as if it were feared somebody would steal it. It having served under the Commune, were allowed to earn is not a large room; and the license-seekers do not remain his bread honestly as a ragman, the salutary principles of there long before being admitted to an inner chamber, order would be undermined. Bijon, however, succeeds in where clerks cross-question them, examine their certificates proving that he held no terms with the Commune. He was of character and identity, levy a payment, and order them a mechanic once ; drink ruined him; if he is not authorized to call another day. But short as is the time, there is to become a ragman now, he must smash somebody in enough of it to fraction the company into groups as dis- order to be sent to prison again. The clerk, partly untinct, reciprocally disdainful, and studiedly unconscious of bending, dismisses him with the assurance that the matter one another, as any in a watering-place assembly room; will be inquired into; which means, that after Bijou's and what makes all this the more perfect is, that the antecedents have been closely verified, and after he has groups seem to despise one another on exactly the same spent four or five more mornings cooling his heels in obscure but absolute principles as their betiers in the the waiting-room of the Prefecture, he will be inscribed on upper walks of society. Thus, here is a young man with the list of those who are waiting for ragmanship vacancies, bow legs, who has come to take out a cabman's license. This means, again, that, before Bijou receives his patent of He has passed the examination, which consists in driving appointment, some three months or more must elapse ; for the a broken-down vehicle through a labyrinth of stakes on chiffonniers are a close corporation, numbering in all, men and the grounds of the Cie. Générale des Petites Voitures. women, no more than four hundred and fifty souls. These, He is about to enter into a prosperous course of over- then, are the preliminaries through which Bijou has had to charging the public, shouting at it when he gets his right wade before being licensed to fish for valuables in dust-heaps. fare, and now and then breaking its bones; yet he looks At first the chiffonniers were a disconnected body, plying down with a contempt which nothing can equal on a lean each man his vocation for his own sole behoof; but in time mountebank, who will overcharge nobody and never break this system was found to be unproductive, and so the any bones but his own. He is generally a Gascon, this chiffonniers organized themselves into a community, like mountebank; and his lank arms, shrunk chest, and flutey those of the mendicant monks in former days, or the Greek legs excite the hilarity of a pair of giant Auvergnats, who brigands in ours. In every quarter of Paris — and there will, by and by, get licenses as water-carriers. Why, with are eighty quarters - exists a dépôt whither the chiffonniers one of their brawny arms they could hold two of his size carry, after sorting them, all the good things they have been up in mid-air

at least, so they say, until the Gascon, able to find in the evening, — bits of old iron, brass, rags, divining that he is being made the object of jests, looks at cloth cuttings, old pomatum pots, gloves, battered hats

, them pointedly with his shitty eyes, and offers to prove his shoes, bones, &c.; and the district dépôts in their turn strength by throwing them both out of the window; an forward all these treasures to a central dépôt, where their

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