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pianos for ten sous, and plays at the "Petit Lazari,” | style which gives entire families and individuals, at of a night for two francs. Indeed his whole family, a price that would procure them very mean sepaplays; his grandmother plays the “Mother of the rate lodgings, the air of living in a great castle; Gracchi." He takes care too of his wife's father, and they escape by it, all that emulation about but he dresses him up as a Pair de France, or a houses, and door servants, and street display, which Doge, and makes a good deal out of him also. brings so much fuss and expense in our cities. I Besides, he has a dog which he expects soon to play have seen houses a little straitened, that were the “Chien de Montargis," he is studying ; and a obliged to give Cæsar a coat to go to the door, magpie which plays already in the “Pie Voleuse." another to bring in dinner, and another to curry It is by these several industries that he is enabled the horses. To climb up to the second or third to clean my boots once a day, take care of my room, story is to be sure inconvenient; but once there and do all the domestic services required by a your climbing ends. Parlors, bed-rooms, kitchen bachelor at six francs a month ; and he has grown and all the rest are on the same level. In America into good circumstances. But, alas, impartial fate you have the dinner in the cellar, and the cook in knocks at the Porter's Lodge, as at the gates of the the garret; and nothing but ups and downs the Louvre. He had an only son, who, in playing Col- whole day. Moreover, climbing is a disposition of lin last winter, a shepherd's part in a vaudeville, our nature. “In our proper motion we ascend." had to wear a pair of white muslin breeches in the See with what avidity we climb when we are boys; middle of the inclement season, and he took cold and we climb when we are old, because it reminds and died of a Auxion de poitrine! The mother wept us of our boyhood. I have no doubt that the daily in telling this story, and then, some one coming in, habit of elimbing too has a good moral influence; she smiled.

it gives one dispositions to rise in the world. I One is usually a little shy of these hotels, at first ought to remark here, that persons in honest cirsight; especially if one comes from the Broad cumstances do not have kitchens in their own Mountain. You take hold of an unwieldy knocker, houses. you lift it up cautiously, and open flies the door six It is in favor of the French style not a little, that inches; you then push yourself through, and look it improves the quality at least of one class of about with a kind of a suspicious and sheepish look, lodgers. Mean houses degrade men's habits, and and you see no one. At length, you discover an lower their opinions of living. As for me, I like individual, who will not seem to take the least no- this Paris way, but I don't know why. I like to see tice of you, till you intrude rather far; then he will myself under the same roof with my neighbors. accost you: Que demandez-vous, Monsieur ?-I wish One of them is a pretty woman, with the prettiest to see Mr. Smith. Monsieur ?-Monsieur, il ne de- little foot imaginable; and only think of meeting meure pas ici-Que tu es bête ! exelaims the wife, this little foot, with which one has no personal acc'est Monsieur Smit. Oui, oui, oui-au quatrième, quaintance, three or four times a day on the stairMonsieur, audessus de l'entresol ; and with this in- case! Indeed, the solitude of a private dwelling formation, of which you understand not a syllable, begins to seem quite distressing. To be always you proceed up stairs, and there you ring all the with people one knows!. It paralyzes activity, bells to the garret; but no one knows Mr. Smith. breeds selfishness and other disagreeable qualities. Why don't you say Mr. Smit?

Solitary life has its vices too as well as any other. The houses here are by no means simple and On the other hand, a community of living expands uniform, as with us. The American houses are built, as ladies are dressed, all one way. First, there is a pair of rival saloons, which give themselves the air of parlors; and then there is a dining room, and corresponding chambers above to the third or fourth story; and an entry runs through the middle or along side, a mile or two without stopping; at the farthest end of which is the kitchen; so that one always stands upon the marble of the front door in December, until Kitty has travelled this distance to let one in. How many dinners have I seen frozen in their own sauces, how many lovers chilled, by this refrigeratory process ?-Here if you just look at the knocker, the door, as if by some invisible hand, flies open; and when you descend, if you say “ Cordon," just as Ali Baba said “Sesame," the door opens, and delivers you to the street. The houses too have private rooms, and secret doors, and intricate passages; and one can be said to be at home in one's own house. I would like to see any one find the way to a lady's boudoir. A thief designing to rob has to study beforehand the topost graphy of each house; without which, he can nopy more unravel it than the Apocalypse. There are closets too and doors in many of the rooms unseen by the naked eye. If a gentleman is likely to be intruded on by the bailiff, he sinks into the earth ; and a lady, if surprised in her dishabille or any such emergency, just disappears into the wall.

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one's benevolent affections, begets hospitality, mu- | Sunday most solemnly; the theatres and dancing tual forbearance, politeness, respect for public rooms are silent, and all the shops (but the gin opinion, and keeps cross husbands from beating shop) shut; yet the poor get drunk, and the equitheir wives, and vice versa. If Xantippe had lived pages of the gentry parade their magnificence on in a French hotel, she would not have kept throw- Hyde Park, of a Sunday evening. ing things out of the window upon her husband's * How do you spend your Sundays," said a head. The domestic virtues are to be sure well Frenchman, condoling with another," in Amerienough in their way; but they are dull, and unless ca ?” He replied: "Monsieur, je prends medecine." kept in countenance by good company, they go too A Frenchman has a tormenting load of animal spirsoon to bed. Indeed that word "home," so sacred its that cannot live without employment: he has no in the mouths of Englishmen, often means little idea of happiness in a calm; and it is not likely else than dozing in an arm chair, listening to the that he will remain “endimanché chez-lui” during squeaking of children, or dying of the vapors; at the twelve hours of the day, or that his Sunday all events, the English are the people of the world evenings would be better employed than in the most inclined to leave these sanctities of home. theatre and ball room. This is my opinion; but I Here they are, by hundreds, running in quest of have great doubts whether a man ought to have an happiness all about Europe.

opinion of his own, when it does not correspond The manner of keeping Sunday is a subject of with that of others, who are notoriously wiser than general censure amongst our American visitors at himself. I cannot easily persuade myself, that naParis. There is no visible difference between this ture has intended the whole of this life to be given day and the others, except that the gardens and pub- up to a preparation for the next, else had she not lic walks, the churches in the morning, and the ball given us all these means of enjoyment, all these rooms and theatres in the evening, are more than "delicacies of taste, sight, smell, herbs, fruits and usually crowded. In London, the bells toll the flowers, walks and the melody of birds."

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THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WATER LOTS.

BY GEORGE, P. MORRIS. 1839. How much real comfort every one might enjoy, his neighbors had become suddenly rich by specuif he would be contented with the lot in which heaven lating in lots, he instantly grew dissatisfied with his has cast him, and how much trouble would be avoid- own lot, forthwith determined to shut up shop, turn ed if people would only “let well alone.” A mod- every thing into cash, and set about making money erate independence, quietly and honestly procured, in right down earnest. No sooner said than done; is certainly every way preferable even to immense and our quondam storekeeper a few days afterward possessions achieved by the wear and tear of mind attended an extensive sale of real estate, at the and body so necessary to procure them. Yet there Merchants' Exchange. are very few individuals, let them be doing ever so There was the auctioneer, with his beautiful and well in the world, who are not always straining inviting lithographic maps—all the lots as smooth every nerve to do better; and this is one of the many and square and enticingly laid out as possible and causes why failures in business so frequently occur there were the speculators—and there, in the midst among us. The present generation seem unwilling of them, stood Monsieur Poopoo. to “realize" by slow and sure degrees; but choose “Here they are, gentlemen,” said he of the hamrather to set their whole hopes upon a single cast, mer, “the most valuable lots ever offered for sale. which either makes or mars them for ever!

Give me a bid for them ?” Gentle reader, do you remember Monsieur Poo “One hundred each,” said a bystander. poo? He used to keep a small toy-store in Chatham, “One hundred!” said the auctioneer, “scarcely near the corner of Pearl-street. You must recollect enough to pay for the maps. One hundred-going him, of course. He lived there for many years, and —and fifty-gone! Mr. H. they are yours. A nowas one of the most polite and accommodating of ble purchase. You'll sell those same lots in less shopkeepers. When a juvenile, you have bought than a fortnight for fifty thousand dollars' profit!” tops and marbles of him a thousand times. To be Monsieur Poopoo pricked up his ears at this, and sure you have; and seen his vinegar-visage lighted was lost in astonishment. This was a much easier up with a smile as you flung him the coppers; and way certainly of accumulating riches than selling you have laughed at his little straight queue and his toys in Chatham street, and he determined to buy dimity breeches, and all the other oddities that and mend his fortune without delay. made up the every-day apparel of my little French The auctioneer proceeded in his sale. Other parman. Ah, I perceive you recollect him now. cels were offered and disposed of, and all the pur

Well, then, there lived Monsieur Poopoo ever chasers were promised immense advantages for their since he came from “ dear, delightful Paris," as he enterprise. At last, came a more valuable parcel was wont to call the city of his nativity—there he than all the rest. The company pressed around the took in the pennies for his kickshaws—there he laid stand, and Monsieur Poopoo did the same. aside five thousand dollars against a rainy day "I now offer you, gentlemen, these magnificent there he was as happy as a lark--and there, in all lots, delightfully situated on Long-Island, with valhuman probability, he would have been to this very uable water privileges. Property in fee-title inday, a respected and substantial citizen, had he been disputable—terms of sale, cash-deeds ready for willing to “let well alone.” But Monsieur Poopoo delivery immediately after the sale. How much for had heard strange stories about the prodigious rise them? Give them a start at something. How in real estate ; and, having understood that most of much ?” The auctioneer looked around; there

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