to the extent of their pecuniary competency in the relish of what was agreeable. Happy Frenchman, a little Eau de Sucre is gratification enough for him! The day was fine and groupes of all sexes and of every age were trooping it toward the scene of joy. Men singing as they went for want of thought, and peasant girls nodding, waving their hands and laughing, for lack of gravity, were all in the bouyancy of their hearts anticipating pleasure. We reached BERNY, a post and a half distance from PARIS, at half past eleven. Arriving at the town beyond this we were reminded of the member for Galway. His presence seemed necessary in order to check a driver who was beating his horse most unmercifully, not because the poor beast would not, but because he could not draw an overladen vehicle up a steep hill. Nearly thirty stone quarries were in sight. The stone was raised to the brink by large wheels, with one of which each quarry was supplied. PARIS draws from these the materials required for her buildings, and there is enough and to spare. I shall venture to hope that the capital will some day boast of bridges, as it does at present of buildings, surpassing the provincial ones in beauty, and worthy of itself. At the instant I was thus soliloquizing, PARIS opened to the view, and we were within half an hour's reach of letters from home. My absence had been short (although the distance I had traversed was long,) and yet I was anxious. What must be the acute feelings of those who having a family and a home and a capacity and a feeling for the enjoyment of both, are banished from them for years? From this route PARIS is seen very advantageously. The cupolas of the Luxembourg and of the pantheon stand prominent on the canvass, and with the towers of Notre Dame, first catch the eye. On the left appears the gilded dome of the Hospital des Invalides. We turned to the left into the Chaussée du Maine. From hence were seen St. Sulpice, Notre Dame again, the Conciergerie and the Palais de Justice. Bonard's rotunde invited the passenger to partake of coffée or de l'Eau Sucre; and a little beyond this were seen various inventions set up to administer to the pleasures of the humble classes and no doubt all in honour of the new king. By the handsome Barriere du Maine, we proceeded between vast piles of wood collected to supply the fires of the capital, and were soon in the Rue de Severs We noticed, as we proceeded, the Hospice des Incurables Femmes, founded in 1694-which, were it right to risk a joke on such a subject, I should guess is always well filled. The Rue de Bac, the Rue de Grenelle, and the Faubourgh St. Germain led across the Rue St. Dominique, into the Rue de Bourbon. We crossed the Pont Royale and passing to the right of the Tuilleries where all the bustle of the court, with the increased activity of military parade, was at high change, entered the square of the palace (immense crowds were collected, whom detachments of horse and foot kept in order,) took a passing peep at the Arch de Carousal; and through the Rue de L'Echelle arrived in the Rue St. Honoré and in the court-yard of Meurice's Hotel.* The post-office was the first object of our attention, and *The hotel was very full. The Duke of Brunswick was still there. Don Miguel had disappeared. Pere la Chaise the second. Hearses and mourning coaches were returning from this memorable cemetery as we approached it. On the gate in Latin was the sentence of scripture—" I know that my Reedeemer liveth." We entered and were almost immediately contemplating the` tomb of Abelard and Eloise. This mausoleum was erected at the cost of Catherine de la Rochefocault. It bears the following inscription :-" Les Restes D'Heloise et D'Abelard sont reunis dans ce tombeau." Two reclining figures with uplifted hands in attitude of supplication, were surrounded by garlands placed on each corner of the tomb. The hands were decorated with garlands too. This was intended well, but the effect was ludicrous. The canopy was pointed, surmounted by a pretty spire, and the whole was worthy of the celebrated names it professed to perpetuate. The next tomb that attracted my attention was that of Le Marechal de Kellerman A third was the Sepulture de la famille Lafitte, and a fourth the resting-place of Panckoueke, the friend of Buffon. We mounted to the highest elevation, and were gratified by a very complete view of the city. It was a little obscured by smoke, but it was clear even to rarefaction, compared to London. The light mist here threw no obstacle in the way of our vision. We paused to admire the elegant marble monuments erected to the memory of Mudame Denidoff nee Baronne de Strogonoff; that of the Duc Decreés, and another of Lefevre, before we arrived at that erected to the memory of Marechal Massena. This is of marble, and is inscribed Massena, Prince d'Essling Rivoli Zurich Genes Essling. Mort le 4 Avril, 1817. The monument to the Abbé Sicard is of plain dark grey marble, and is not worthy of such a man. Those to Francois Hue, (the honoured depositary of the last recollections of Louis the 16th) to the Duc de Fleury, and to Camille Jordan, were in better taste. We passed the Sepulture de la famille Perregeaux, and were pleased with the unostentatious simplicity of the tombs of Moliere, and La Fontaine. Both might have been left without other inscription than the name, especially that of Moliere. Several of the sons of England had found resting-places here. Amongst others George William Holme Sumner, Esquire, (Son of the Member for Surrey.) Born 30th May, 1796, died 5th of September, 1817. A neat small column marked this grave; and on a small monument near it was inscribed "Metam properamus Hodie mihi, cras tibi." We descended to the newly erected chapel, and obtained a good view of Mont Martre, from whence the allied armies entered Paris. We met a lady in deep mourning, attended by her two female servants: she seemed to mourn inwardly as well as outwardly, and carried garlands for some recent grave. It was perhaps her husband's, or that of some favourite child! I followed her a while-the tears fell fast, and I was afraid to obtrude upon the sanctity of grief. Ave Maria gratia Plena Dominus tecum, marked the handsome tomb of Margueritte; and the words "Concession á perpetuité" were on all. We visited again the tomb of Abelard and Eloise, and left this melancholy receptacle, but most charming promenade. The gate by which we entered and departed is of plain stone, surmounted by a cross as plain. Many of the monuments, as well as that of Abelard, have been removed hither from various churches, but the majority are of a date since 1800. A large proportion of them are decorated with garlands, or have flower-pots with simple flowers growing in them; whilst others have small portions of garden, well furnished with flowers, in front or around them. This is a pretty thought, originate with whom it may, and with the various overhanging shrubs that flourish on all sides, contributes to give the soft and pensive yet cheerful beauty to Pere la Chaise, for which it is so conspicuous. The custom of depositing garlands, and strewing flowers upon the grave, has antiquity as well as simplicity to recommend it. Marechal Ney had a monument here. It is removed! Alas, poor Ney! The eldest son of M. Ney now takes the title of Prince de la Moscowa, his second son that of Duc d'Elchingen; and if I can form a just estimate of events connected with the name and character, the circumstances and situation of Ney, his name and his titles do not |