trees begin to put forts; s, and lilacs perfume ts ofter dinner, I, too, descend from my attic to breathe evening air.

    It is ts beauty. During ter fronts of tonous reets saken up by t from business,cross and jostle one anot of ty altogetless, and flurried about it. But, as soon as tars appear, everyte  tof to some party of pleasure; you see only t-ed passing by; work o leisure.

    Noever strengto o pleasure! Seeted up, tres open, ting-s out ies, and terns of ter t in  must ; like ters of t  off all serious mattertill tomorrow.

    I love to take part in t to mix in ty,but to contemplate it. If ts of otter jealousminds, trengt; tiful florust and hope.

    Alt of titude, I do not feelmyself isolated from it, for its gayety is reflected upon me: it is myotle, and  matter on wory fall?

    If Fortune passes by  seeing us, and pours  us console ourselves, like t;too, are Alexanders.quot;

    ions, I  to anotraced my steps, I stoppedbefore to read tolearn in treets of Paris!  a museum it is! Unknos,foreign arms, furniture of old times or otes, statues of great men, costumes of distant nations! It is theworld seen in samples!

    Let us t tradesmans display of goods. Notaug tion of everyt Cs, a palm-tree in tes, sugar-canes selling on t-Neuf. ted in tineaugo mimic to smoke t of peace; ters lions fed; tional costumes contained in Babins collection; Goupilsdisplay of prints iger-s of Africa and ttingsof t before tedoria, tria, and Kossut trated Neainly in