Paris herself again in 1878-9 . % ;0 &m. XVIII. EASTER EGGS AND APRIL FISHES. April 9. It might surprise you to hear that this instant Wednesday is, sofar as Paris is concerned, the Eve of the Deluge. The forecastin which I am emboldened to indulge should be taken, not in ameteorological, but in a metaphorical, sense. It has done so manythings in the way of weather since Sunda} morning last, and foghas succeeded brief snatches of sunshine, while piercing east windshave followed drenching downpours of rain—all in the course ofeach recurring twenty-four hours—that it would be perilous topredict
Paris herself again in 1878-9 . % ;0 &m. XVIII. EASTER EGGS AND APRIL FISHES. April 9. It might surprise you to hear that this instant Wednesday is, sofar as Paris is concerned, the Eve of the Deluge. The forecastin which I am emboldened to indulge should be taken, not in ameteorological, but in a metaphorical, sense. It has done so manythings in the way of weather since Sunda} morning last, and foghas succeeded brief snatches of sunshine, while piercing east windshave followed drenching downpours of rain—all in the course ofeach recurring twenty-four hours—that it would be perilous topredict what kind of fresh atmospheric phenomenon to-morrowmay bring forth. To-da}r may be the eve of a snowstorm or of aflood, of a sirocco or of an earthquake. The month is April; andwe should be prepared for all things. But the Deluge on theoccurrence of which to-morrow I am able, with tolerable con-fidence, to reckon, has no kind of reference to the voyage of thegood ship Noahs Ark. Paris is simply expectant of a Deluge ofjuvenile human
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