olved the riddle of
human passions, and with mind, tongue and pen unpurchased, he flashed his
matchless philosophy on an admiring world, lifting the curtain of deceit
and obscurity from the stage of falsehood, giving to the beholder a sight
of Nature in her unexpurgated nakedness!

On the first of May, 1598, William and myself determined to travel into and
around continental and oriental lands, and view some of the noted
monuments, cities, seas, plains and mountains, where ancient warriors and
philosophers had left their imperishable records.

Sailing through the Strait of Dover into the English Channel, our good ship
Albion landed us in three days at Havre, the port town at the mouth of the
river Seine, leading on to Rouen and up to the ancient city of Paris.

Our good ship Albion was to remain a week trading between Havre and
Cherbourg, when we were to be again on board for a lengthy trip to the
various ports of the Mediterranean.

Our first night in Paris was spent at the Hotel Reims, a jolly headquarters
for students, painters, authors and actors.

LeMour was the blooming host, with his daughter Nannette as the coquettish
"roper in." Father and daughter spoke English about as well as William and
myself spoke French; and what was not understood by our mutual words and
phrases was explained by our gesticulation of hand, shoulder, foot, eye,
and clinking "francs" and "sovereigns."

Cash speaks all languages, and it is a very ignorant mortal who can't
understand the voice of gold and silver.

"Francs," "pounds" and "dollars" are the real monarchs of mankind! William
in a prophetic mood recited these few lines to the "boys" at the bar:

_With circumspect steps as we pick our way through
This intricate world, as all prudent folks do,
May we still on our journey be able to view
The benevolent face of a dollar or two.
For an excellent thing is a dollar or two;
No friend is so true as a dollar or two;
In country or town, as we pass up and down,
We are cock of the walk with a dollar or two!_

_Do you wish that the press should the decent thing do,
And give your reception a gushing review,
Describing the dresses by stuff, style and hue,
On the quiet, hand "Jenkins" a dollar or two;
For the pen sells its praise for a dollar or two;
And flings its abuse for a dollar or two;
And you'll find that it's easy to manage the crew
When you put up the shape of a