. The charm of Paris : an anthology . necessaries. Then one morninghe brought the hoard down to the bookseller, andexchanged it for the book, and put the prize underhis arm, and hugged it as he tottered off. A weeklater he returned to the quays thinner, shabbier thanever, and sold the book, and asked where it wouldbe placed, and reappeared next morning to continueit, and every morning afterwards. A third sage:somewhat confused, haunted by the delusion that aUold volumes are treasures. He buys frequently, notexpensive books, but those at sixty centimes or onefranc ; he is not difficult to pleas
. The charm of Paris : an anthology . necessaries. Then one morninghe brought the hoard down to the bookseller, andexchanged it for the book, and put the prize underhis arm, and hugged it as he tottered off. A weeklater he returned to the quays thinner, shabbier thanever, and sold the book, and asked where it wouldbe placed, and reappeared next morning to continueit, and every morning afterwards. A third sage:somewhat confused, haunted by the delusion that aUold volumes are treasures. He buys frequently, notexpensive books, but those at sixty centimes or onefranc ; he is not difficult to please so long as the pagesare yellow. JOHN F. MACDONALD. PfeRE LACHAISE Beautiful city of the dead! thou standstEver amid the bloom of sunny skiesAnd blush of odours, and the stars of heavenLook, with a mild and holy eloquence,Upon thee, realm of silence! Diamond dewAnd vernal rain and sunlight and sweet airsFor ever visit thee; and morn and eveDawn first and linger longest on thy tombsCrowned with their wreaths of love and renderingback. QUAI VOLTAIRF, PORTRAITS OF PLACES 269 From their wrought columns all the glorious beams. That herald morn or bathe in trembling light The calm and holy brow of shadowy eve. Empire of pallid shades ! though thou art near The noisy traffic and thronged intercourse Of man, yet stillness sleeps, with drooping eyes And meditative brow, for ever round Thy bright and sunny borders; and the trees, That shadow thy fair monuments, are green Like hope that watches oer the dead, or love That crowns their memories ; and lonely birds Lift up their simple songs amid the boughs. And with a gentle voice, wail oer the lost, The gifted and the beautiful, as they Were parted spirits hovering oer dead forms TiU judgment summons earth to its account. Here tis bliss to wander, when the cloudsPaint the pale azure, scattering oer the sceneSunlight and shadow, mingled yet the broad olive leaves, hke human sighs,Answer the whispering zephyr, and soft budsUnfol
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