About Paris . st falling to the line of her blackeyebrows. She is all in white too, with whitegloves, and a parasol of nothing but white lace,and she reclines rather than sits in this trium-phal car of pure white flowers, like a Cleopatra inher barge, or Venus lying on the white crest ofthe waves. All the men recognize her, and throwtheir choicest offerings into her lap ; but when-ever I saw her she seemed more interested inthe crowds along the road-side, who announcedher approach with an excited murmur of admira-tion, and the little children in blouses threw theirnosegays at her, and then sto
About Paris . st falling to the line of her blackeyebrows. She is all in white too, with whitegloves, and a parasol of nothing but white lace,and she reclines rather than sits in this trium-phal car of pure white flowers, like a Cleopatra inher barge, or Venus lying on the white crest ofthe waves. All the men recognize her, and throwtheir choicest offerings into her lap ; but when-ever I saw her she seemed more interested inthe crowds along the road-side, who announcedher approach with an excited murmur of admira-tion, and the little children in blouses threw theirnosegays at her, and then stood back, abashedat her loveliness, with their hands behind was quite used to being pelted with flowersat one of the theatres, but she seemed to enjoythis tribute very much, and she tossed roses backat the children, and watched them as they car-ried her flowers to the nurse or the elder sisterwho was taking care of them, and who lookedafter the woman with frightened, admiring eyes. V AMERICANS IN PARIS. MERICANS who go to Paris mightbe divided, for the purposes of thisarticle at least, into two classes—those who use Paris for their ownimprovement or pleasure, and those who find hertoo strong for them, and who go down beforeher and worship her, and whom she either fash-ions after her own liking, or rides under foot andneglects until they lose heart and disappear for-ever. Balzac, in the last paragraph of one of his nov-els, leaves his hero standing on the top of a hillabove Paris, shaking his fist at the city belowhim, and cursing her for a wanton. One might argue that this was a somewhatchildish and theatrical point of view for theyoung man to have taken. He probably foundin Paris exactly what he brought there, and itseems hardly fair, because the city was strongerthan he, that he should blame her and call her la 178 ABOUT PARIS a hard name. Paris is something much betterthan that, only the young man was probably notlooking for anything better. He had taken herfrivolo
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