tignon, the princes of Monaco have fought for a thousand
years on the side of France against the British especially, but also
against the Italians, Spanish and Germans. As unhesitatingly as his
predecessors had always done, Prince Albert espoused the cause of France
in 1914; his son fought through the war in the French army.

And there is another reason for the continued independence of Monaco.
Republics have no sense of gratitude. After the fall of Napoleon III
Monaco would hardly have survived save for the gambling concession. Four
years before the Franco-Prussian War, a casino and hotels built on the
Roche des Spelugues had been named Monte Carlo in honor of the reigning
prince. The concession, granted to a Frenchman, Francois Blanc, was too
valuable to spoil by having Monaco come under French law! The Republic
tolerated Monaco--on condition that no French officer in uniform and no
inhabitant of the Departement des Alpes-Maritimes (which surrounds
Monaco) be allowed in the gaming rooms of the Casino. It was also agreed
that except in petty cases handled in a magistrate's court all crimes
should be judged by French law and the criminals delivered for punishment
to France.

The arrangement is admirable from the French point of view. The Riviera
has its gambling place of world-wide fame with no opprobrium or
responsibility attaching to the French Government. The
extra-territoriality does not extend to criminals. The inhabitants of
the neighboring French towns are not demoralized by the opportunity to
gamble. French army officers are protected from corruption. It is
presumed that the rest of the world, which can afford a trip to the
principality, will be able to take care of its own morals!

The Monegasques are similarly protected by their sovereign. They, too,
are forbidden to gamble. They profit from the concession in that there
are no taxes to pay in the rich little principality and in that several
hundred thousand foreigners come every year to give big prices for every
little service. But they run no risk of being caught by the snare they
set for others. Prince and people, the Monegasques are like the wise old
bartender, who said in a tone of virtuous self-satisfaction, "I never
drink."

When Tennyson, traveling along the Grande Corniche, saw Monaco, it was of
the old medieval principality that he could write:

"How like a gem, beneath, the city
Of little Monaco, basking, glow'd."

The old w