When I had nightmares at night the Arc / self in a court of the Tuileries, the fairy always mixed up with them. One day the benefit of the king, and I was hustled to guardiao in his brass buttons, being in a the front of a crowd and stood between good humor, allowed us all to climb up my two protectors, looking up at a wio. without paying, to the flat terrace on the dow. Then comes an outcry of cheering, top. There were easy steps inside the and a venerable, curly-headed old gentlewalls and slits for light at intervals; and man, Louis Philippe himself, just like all when we reached the summit we saw the his pictures, appears for an instant behind great view, the domes and the pinnacles the glass, and then the people shout again and the weathercocks of the lovely city and again, and the window opens and the all spreading before us, and the winding kings steps out on to the balcony handing river, and the people looking like grains out an old lady in a bonnet and frizzed of sand blown by the wind, and the car. white curls, and, yes, the little boy is riages crawling like insects, and the palace there too. Hurrah, hurrah for all the

. of the Tuileries in its lovely old gardeos kings and queens! And somebody is shining like a toy. But somehow the squeezing me up against the basket, but I world from a monumental height is quite am now an Orleanist and ready to suffer different from what it seems from a curb- tortures for the kind old grandpapa and stone, where much more human impreso the little boy. Now that I am a middle. sions are to be found; and that disem- aged woman I feel as if I could still stand bodied Paris, spreading like a vision, never in the crowd and cry hurrah for honest appeared to me to be the same place as men who, with old Louis Philippe, would the noisy, cheerful, beloved city of my rather give up their crowns than let their early childish recollections.

subjects be fired upon; and if my little I cannot clearly remember when I be- prince, instead of shabbily intriguing with came an Orleanist, but I think I must have adventurers, had kept to his grandfather's been about eight years old at the time, peaceful philosophy I could have cried standing on tiptoe on the aforementioned hurrah for him still with all my heart. But curbstone. My grandmother had changed as it is, some well-known saying of Shake. ber cook, and I had happened to hear my speare's about lilies comes into my head. grandfather say that Napoleon was a ras- As I sit writing, trying to disentangle cal who had not been betrayed by the En. the various processions and impressions glish. Then came a day — shall I ever which necessarily go sweeping through forget it?— when a yellow carriage jingled all our minds when we turn our faces to by with a beautiful little smiling boy at the past, I am suddenly recalled to this the wiodow, a fair-haired, blue-eyed prince. actual October morning, by a volley of It was the little Comte de Paris, who guns on the common just beyond our gate. would be a king some day they told me, I was so absorbed in my own childhood and who was smiling and looking so that I had disregarded the distant music charming that then and there I deserted and shouts of the children of the present, my colors and went over to the camp of but the sudden outburst of guns and of the Orleans. Alas! that the lilies of dazzling sunshine is irresistible. The France should have been smirched and common is bright with beautiful weather, soiled by base and vulgar intrigues, and the open spaces are swept by life and that my little prince should have stepped sound under the high, triumphal arch of down unabashed, as a grey-haired veteran, blue. Some one comes in from golfing from the digoified shrine of his youth. 1 saying that the show is delightful. The remember once hearing my father say of Guards are storming the butts, the enemy the Duc d'Aumale, “ He has everything lies hidden somewhere beyond Roehampin his favor, good looks, fine manners, in ton, and all the respectable ladies and the tellect, riches, and above all misfortune; nursemaids from the many villas round and with all of these I invested the image about, hearing the news and the volleys of my own particular little prince.

and the strains of martial music, come One micarême, on that inysterious pa- rushing to the call of the clarion. We gan feast of the butchers, when the fat issue from our doorways, hastily tying ox covered with garlands and with gilded our bonnet strings as we go. In company bores is led to sacrifice through the streets with many perambulators and peaceful of Paris, I also to my great satisfaction spectators we see an unexpected battle. was brougbt forth to join the procession We listen to the roll of the firing from the by a couple of maids, one of whom carried heights, watch the soft white smoke drifta basket. I remember finding my small ling on the morning wind. Then suddenly



sweeps a rushing sound all round about were cafés and resting places all about, us, with a trampling and outcry of voices; and people enjoying themselves after their the wild shouts of the non-commissioned day's work, and laughing and singing, officers rend the air; along the ridge lies When I was a child wild flowers were still a white, living line, it advances quickly growing at the upper end of the Champs and more quickly descends the slope and Elysées on a green mound called the seems to dash against the butts where the Pelouse. In 1848, when we walked out spectators are crowding. You see officers with our grandparents, the. Pelouse had galloping in wide circles on horseback, you bee dug up and levelled, I think to give see people flying before the onslaught, you work to the starving people. It was a see the line breaking into a sort of foam ; year of catastrophes and revolutions - а and then suddenly, amid all the yells and sort of “General Post” among kings and shouts and the roll of guns and of smoke, governments. Many of the promenaders rings a brilliant flourish of trumpets; and used to wear little tricolor rosettes to lol in one moment the mighty sweep is show their sympathies, with the republic. arrested, the shouts die away, the battle Shall I ever forget the sight of the enthu. is over. A peaceful and bloodless battle, siastic crowds lining the road, and the all joy and strength and triumph for the president entering Paris in a cocked hat moment, but with a foretaste of the battles on a curveting Arabian steed at the head to be as yet bidden behind the sunshine of his troops; to be followed in a year or which dazzles us to-day. And then, the two by the still more splendid apparition battle over, I find myself somehow stand. of Napoleon III. riding into Paris along ing in the shadow of the old arch once the road the great emperor's hearse bad

I have come back to my corner, taken - a new emperor, glittering and put on my pinafore, and become eight alive once more, on a horse so beautiful years old again.

and majestic that to look upon it was a I suppose we have most of us, in and martial education! The pomp and cirout of our pinafores, stood by triumphal cumstance of war were awakened again, archways put up by other people and mor. and troops came marching up the avenue alized a little bit before proceeding to as before, and, what is even more vivid to amuse ourselves with our own adventures my mind, a charming empress rose before further on. As I have said, the Arc de us, winning all hearts by her grace and Triomphe seems mixed up with all my her beautiful toilettes. My sister and I early life. I remember looking up at it on stood by the roadside on her wedding day my way to my first school in an adjoining and watched her carriage rolling past the street, crossing the open space demurely arch to St. Cloud; the morning had been with my nurse, instead of stopping to pick full of spring sunshine, but the afternoon up shells as usual, and casting, I dare say, was bleak and drear, and I remember how a complaisant glance of superiority at the we shivered as we stood. Some years gods of war in their stony chariots who, later, when we were no longer little girls, after all, never had much education. I but young ladies in crinolines, we counted was nicely dressed in a plaid frock, and the guns fired for the birth of the prince wore two tails of hair tied with ribbons, a imperial at the Tuileries. Our father was black apron, and two little black pantalettes away in America, and we were living once from the knees. It was the admired cos. more with our grandparents. tume of all the young ladies of the school We were children no longer, but it will to which I was bound. On this occasion be seen that our education was of a fitful the stony gods witnessed my elation and and backward description. Macaulay's subsequent discomfiture unmoved; the " Essays," the crusaders out of “ Ivan. triumphal arch was certainly not intended hoe” and “The Talisman," Herodotus, for my return, crestfallen and crushed by Milman's “History of the Jews,” and one my inferiority to all the other young ladies or two stray troubadours of whom I have in black pinafores and pantalettes. already made mention, represented our

But the images round about the old historical studies. Then came a vast and arch are not all of funerals and discomfit- hopeless lapse, reaching as far back as the ures and terrible things; there are also times of Charlemagne" and Clovis, and fairs and merry-makings to be remem- Bertha with the long foot, and Fredegonde bered, and the Siamese twins who, in who was always plunging her dagger into company with various wild Arabs, set up somebody's back. The early Merovin their booths close by; there are summer gians will for me ever be associated with evenings with countless wheels rolling a faint smell of snuff and a plaid liner away.into the west. In those days there pocket-handkerchief carefully folded, witt

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a little, old, short, stumpy figure, in a houses at the top of the Faubourg, just black cap and dressed in a scanty black behind the arch. We used to find her'sit. skirt. The figure is that of my pro tiog in a little, crowded room, with a tiny fessor of history. An old, old lady, very ante-room and a tiny kitchen, and an short, very dignified, uttering little grunts alcove for her bed. There she lived with at intervals, and holding a pair of spec. her poodle, Bibi, among the faded treastacles in one haod and a little old black ures and ancient boxes and books and fat book in the other, from which with portraits and silhouettes of a lifetime; many fumblings and souff-takings, the grim effigies of a grim past somewhat good soul would proceed to read to us of softened by dust and time. In the midst murder, battle, rapine, and sudden death, of all the chaos one lovely miniature used of kings, crowns, dynasties, and knights to hang, shining like a star through the in armor, while we girls listened, trying clouds of present loneliness and the not to laugh when she turned two pages at spiders' webs and age and poverty. This once – or when she read the same page was the portrait of the lovely lady Alme. twice over with great seriousness. My ria Carpenter, the friend of Sir Joshua, to dear grandmother, who was always invent. whom in some mysterious, romantic way ing ways of helping people, and who firmly madame was connected. Another equally believed in all her protégées, having visited valued relic was a needlebook which had our madame once or twice and found her been used by the Duchesse de Praslin on absorbed in the said history book, had the day when her husband murdered her. arranged that a series of historical lec- Madame's sister had been governess there tures, with five franc tickets of admission for many years, and had loved the duchess to the course, should be given by her dur- dearly and been valued by her, and many ing the winter months; and that after the and mysterious were the confidences lecture (which used to take place in our poured into my grandmother's ear con. schoolroom, and which was attended by a cerning this sad tragedy. Our cheery, certain number of ladies) we should all emphatic, mysterious old lady was very adjourn for tea to the blue drawing-room, popular among us all. One of her kindest where the major meanwhile had been able friends was my father's cousin, Miss R., to enjoy his after-dinner nap in quiet. He who had lived in Paris all her life, and refused to attend the course, saying, after whose visiting-list comprised any one in the first lecture, that he found it difficult trouble or poor or lonely and afflicted. I to follow the drift of madame's arguments. think if it had not been for her help and that There used to be a class of four girls, my of my grandmother our good old friend sister and myself, our cousin Amy, and would have often gone through sore trials. Laura C., a friend of my own age - and When my father himself came to Paris to then the various ladies in bonnets from fetch us away, he was interested in the up-stairs and down-stairs, and next door. accounts he heard of the old lady from his The lecture lasted an hour by the clock; mother and cousin. And madame is the tben the meeting suddenly adjourned, and heroine of a little story which I have seen by the time the golden flower-vase pen- in print somewhere, and which I know to dule in the drawing-room struck ten be true, for was I not sent one day to everybody was already walking down the search for a certain pill-box, of which my shiny staircase and starting for home. father proceeded to empty the contents Paris streets at night may be dark and into the fireplace, and then drawing a neat muddy, or freezing cold, but they never banker's roll from his pocket, he filled up give one that chill, vault-like feeling which the little cube with a certain number of London streets are apt to produce when new napoleons, packing them in closely one turns out from a warm fireside into up to the brim, after which, the cover the raw night. The ladies thought noth- being restored, he wrote the following ing of crossing the road and walking along prescription in his beautiful even handa boulevard till they reached their own writing : “Mme. P-To be taken ocdoors. Good old madame used to walk casionally when required. Signed Dr. off with those of her pupils who lived her W. M. T.” Which medicine my grandway; they generally left her at the bright mother, greatly pleased, promised to chemist's shop round the corner, where administer to her old friend after his de. Madame Marlen, the chemist's wife, parture. would administer an evening dose of pep. The remembrance of this pill-box and of permiot-water to keep out the cold - so my father's kind hands packing up the we used to be told by madame. The old napoleons came to me again at a time lady lived in one of the tall, shabby I when misfortunes of every kind had

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fallen upon the familiar friends and places week; the sunshine of it all, the smoking of our early youth, when the glare of burn. ruins, the piteous histories, the straoge ing Paris seemed to reach us far away rebound of life even in the midst of its in our English homes, and we almost ashes. Even the arch itself was wrapped thought we could hear the thunders break-in sackcloth to preserve the impassive ing on the unhappy city. We thought of gods from the injuries of war. One of our poor old lady, alone with her dear my first questions was for madame. “She Bibi, in the midst of all this terror and is particularly well,” said my cousin, smildestruction. As we sat down to our legs ing. “She has added many thrilling hisof mutton we pictured the horrible salmis tories to her répertoire, Madame Martin's and fricandeaus of rats and mice to which escape from the obus, Bibi's horror of the our neighbors were reduced, the suffer- Prussians - you must come and see her, ings so heroically borne. Every memory and hear it all for yourself.”

"I particu. of the past rose up to incite us to make larly want to see her,” said I. I was in a some effort to come to the assistance of self-satisfied and not unnatural frame of our poor old friend; and at last it oc- mind, picturing my old lady's pleasure at curred to me to ask Baroness Mayer de the meeting, her eloquent emotion and Rothschild, who was always ready with satisfaction at the trouble I had taken on good help for others, whether it would be her behalf. I hoped to have saved her possible to communicate with my be- life; at all events I felt that she must owe sieged old lady.

many little comforts to my exertions, and I do not know by what means - perhaps that her grateful benediction awaited me! if I knew, I ought not to say how commu- Dear old madame was sitting with her nications had been established between poodle on her knees in the same little dark the English Rothschilds and those who and crowded chamber. She put down her were still in Paris. Some trusty and de- spectacles, shut up her book — I do be. voted retainer, some Porthos belonging to lieve it was still the little black “ History the house, had been able to get into Paris of France.” She did not look in the least carrying letters and messages and food, surprised to see me walk in. The room and he was, so the baroness now told me, smelt of snuff just as usual; Bibi leapt about to return again. By this means I up from her lap, barking furiously. “Ah! was told that I might send my letters, and my dear child," said the old lady calmly, a draft on the bank in Paris so that poor "how do you do? Ah, my dear Miss R., madame could obtain a little help of which I am delighted to see you again! Only she must be in cruel need; and this being this day I said to Madame Martin, ' I think accomplished, the letter written and the Miss R. will be sure to call this afternoon, money sent off, I was able with an easier it is some day since she come."" Then mind to enjoy my own share of the good turning to me, “Well, my dear A., and things of life. Time passed, the siege how do you, and how do you all? Are was raised, and then came a day when, you come to stay in our poor Paris? Are urged by circumstances, and perhaps also Mr. and Mrs. S. with you? Oh! oh! by a certain curiosity, I found myself Oh, those Prussians ! those abominable starting for Paris with a friend, under the monsters! My poor Bibi, he was ready escort of Mr. Cook, arriving after a night's to tear them to pieces ; he and I could journey through strange and never-to-be- not sleep for the guns. Madame Martin, forgotten experiences at the Gare du Nord she say to me, Oh! madame, can you - a deserted station among streets all believe such wickedness?' I say to her, empty and silent. Carriages were no . It is abominable.' Oh, there is no word longer to be seen, every figure was dressed for it!” in black, and the women's sad faces and All this was oddly familiar, and yet long, floating crape veils seemed strangely strangely thrilling and unreal like all the symbolical and visionary, as I walked rest. There is no adequate expression along to the house of my father's cousin, for the strange waking nightmare which Charlotte R., who had been my friend and seems to seize one when by chance one elder companion ever since I could re- meets a whole country suffering from one member. She was expecting me in her overpowering idea, and when one hears home to which she had only been able to the story of each individual experience in return a few days before. It is not my turn repeated aod repeated. purpose here to describe the strange and At last, my own personal interests ris. pathetic experiences and the sights we ing up again, I said, not without some saw together during that most eventful curiosity : " And now I want to ask you,


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did you get my letter, madame, and did out of literary use, but still retain a ceryou receive the money safely from Messrs. tain vogue either as provincialisms or Rothschilds' bank?'

as members of the great body of slang and “I thank you, my dear child. I re- colloquial expressions. These are the ceived it. I was about to mention the words that have completely undergone the subject -I knew you would not forget process of what may be termed deprava. your old friend,” said madame solemnly. tion. Another section consists of those " I needed the money very much," with a terms which have developed a downward shake of the head. "I was all the more tendency, but whose fate is not yet fixed. grateful that it came at the time it did. These are the words and phrases which You will be gratified, I know, to learn the are so often used colloquially and loosely use to which I put it. They had come in a non-natural sense, in a depraved exround to every house in the street only tension and widening of their proper sig. that morning. Madame Martin was with nifications.

Here madame took a pinch of snuff Changes of this kind have always been very seriously.

“She go to the banker's taking place in the spoken language, but for me, and she took the money at once it is only in com.paratively recent times and inscribed my name on the list.” that, owing chiefly to the hasty writings

* The list !” said I much bewildered. of journalists and slovenly book-makers,

" I subscribe it,” said madame, "to the such depravation has proceeded at an cannon which was presented by our quar- accelerated pace, and has largely affected tier to the city of Paris."

our written English. The loose construc" What, all of it?" said I.

tion, the twisted or inverted meaning, the “Yes, all of it," said she. “Do you slangy word or phrase crops up in cursuppose

I should have kept any of it rent talk no one knows how; it soon apback?

pears in print in hasty article, smart leader, or in slipshod fiction, and forthwith it is transferred to the columns of the latest thing in the way of big dictionaries. If

after this it is challenged, reference is From The Gentleman's Magazine.

made to the latest dictionary; its authorTHE DEPRAVATION OF WORDS.

ity shelters the new coinage or new attriTHERE are few more interesting and bution, and the vicious circle is complete. absorbing subjects of study than the A few months ago an able and popular growth and evolution of language. A lan-journalist, writing in the pages of a new guage still spoken and written is a living review on the undress of the soul, as ex: organism, and its vital processes resemble hibited in Marie Bashkirtseff's “Journal,” those which are constantly presented to remarked, with figurative meaning, of the the observation of the student of natural author of that remarkable book, that phenomena. A language grows by accre. “above all, she never really leaves go of tion, by development in some special her dressing-gown." . To leave go" of direction, like a tree putting forth a fresh a dressing-gowo, or of anything else, is an branch, and by absorption or adoption expression that haste may explain, but from the vocabulary of other tongues. which cannot in any way be justified. Simultaneously with the process of growth The same writer, in an earlier number of or development, there is continually going his periodical, declared that “the papiston decay and removal. Here a word or ical power is messing everything in Canphrase is sloughed off, so to speak; there ada.”. It is quite within the bounds of are shed a whole group of words or terms possibility that both to “leave go," and rendered obsolete by the advance of sci- * to mess,” in this slangy sense, may apence, by alterations in personal and in pear in the pages of some too comprehen national habits and customs, and by a sive dictionary with these sentences of the variety of other causes.

review given as authorities. There are But apart from the words that have be. i many other degraded uses of words which, come obsolete, and those that are still live although not unfamiliar to the ear, have and active elements of the language, there hardly yet appeared in print without the is a considerable number in which the guarding inverted commas. The comprocess of decay has been carried to a mas, however, are but a frail defence, and certain extent, and has then been arrested, the transition to ordinary print without or, to abandon metaphor, words which any such marks of protest is easy and taving once been standard or literary En very often rapid. The depraved applicaglish, have slipt from one cause or another | tions of such words as “awful and

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