About Paris . n are auctioneering off whole crops of pota-toes, a sidewalk at a time, or a small riverful offish with a single clap of the hands; live lobstersand great turtles crawl and squirm on marbleslabs, and vistas of red meat stretch on ironhooks from one street corner to the next. You are, and feel that you are, a drone in thisbusy place, and salute with a sense of guiltycompanionship the groups of men and girls indinner dress who have been up all night, andwho come singing and chaffing in their opencarriages in search of coffee and a box of straw-berries, or a bunch of cold, crisp rad
About Paris . n are auctioneering off whole crops of pota-toes, a sidewalk at a time, or a small riverful offish with a single clap of the hands; live lobstersand great turtles crawl and squirm on marbleslabs, and vistas of red meat stretch on ironhooks from one street corner to the next. You are, and feel that you are, a drone in thisbusy place, and salute with a sense of guiltycompanionship the groups of men and girls indinner dress who have been up all night, andwho come singing and chaffing in their opencarriages in search of coffee and a box of straw-berries, or a bunch of cold, crisp radishes withthe dew still on them, which they buy from avirtuous matron of grim and disapproving coun-tenance at a price which throws a lurid lighton the profits of Bignons and Laurents. And then you become conscious of your even-ing dress and generally dissolute and out-of-placeair, and hurry home through the bright sunlightto put out your sputtering candle and to creepshamefacedly to bed. Ill PARTS IN MOURNING. HE news of the assassina-tion of President Carnotat Lyons reached Parisand the Cafe de la Paix atten oclock on Sunday is told at the Cafe de laPaix is not long in traversingthe length of the boulevards,and in crossing the Place dela Concorde to the cafes chan-tants and the public gardensin the Champs Elysees, sothat by eleven oclock on thenight of the 24th of June allParis was acquainted withthe fact that the President ofthe Republic had been cruellymurdered. There are many people inAmerica who remember the PARIS IN MOURNING 99 night when President Garfield died, and how,when his death was announced from the stageof the different theatres, the audience in eachtheatre rose silently as one man and walked qui-etly out. To them the Presidents death was notunexpected; it did not stun them, it came withno sudden shock, but it was not necessary to an-nounce to them that the performance for thatevening was at an end. They did not leave be-cause the manager had rung do
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