hat I felt a chill in all my bones. They guard
his tomb. They hold his sword and sceptre while he sleeps. I almost
expected the great doors to swing open at the touch of his hand, and to
see him come forth. Over these doors were his own words: "I desire that
my ashes may repose upon the banks of the Seine, in the midst of the
French people I have loved so well." On either side, as we came out, we
read upon the tombs the names of Bertrand and Duroc,--faithful in death!
We wondered idly whose remains were guarded in the simple tomb near the
door. It was surrounded by an iron railing, and bore no inscription. Who
can it be, we said, that is nameless here among the brave? Little did we
imagine at the time that here rested the body of the great Napoleon, as
it was brought from St. Helena; but his spirit seemed to pervade the
very atmosphere, and we came out into the gloom of the day as though we
had, indeed, come from the presence of the dead.

CHAPTER VII.

SIGHTS IN THE BEAUTIFUL CITY.

The Gobelin tapestry.--How and where it is
made.--Pere la-Chaise.--Poor Rachel!--The baby
establishment.--"Now I lay me."--The little
mother.--The old woman who lived in a shoe.--The
American chapel.--Beautiful women and
children.--The last conference-meeting.--"I'm a
proof-reader, I am."

BY no means least among the places of interest in Paris is the
manufactory of the Gobelin tapestry which serves to adorn the walls of
the palace _salons_. O, these long, tiresome _salons_, which must be
visited, though your head is ready to burst with seeing, your feet to
drop off with sliding and slipping over the polished floors. The wicked
_stand_ upon slippery places, and nothing so convinced us of the
demoralizing effect of foreign travel as our growing ability to do the
same. When you have seen one or two, you have seen all. There may be
degrees in gorgeous splendor, but we were filled with all the
appropriate and now-forgotten emotions at sight of the first, and one
cannot be more than full. Many of the old palace apartments are dull and
dingy beyond belief, by no means the marble halls of our dreams; but of
the others let me say something once for all. Under your feet is the
treacherous, bare floor of dark wood, laid in diamonds, squares, &c.;
over your head, exquisite frescoes of gods and goddesses, and all manner
of unearthly and impossible beings enveloped in clo