loads of vases, bronzes and the like. "It's not the things I care for," he
said, "but there isn't a millionaire in the city I haven't outbid in
getting them together."

J.J.

ONE OF THE SIDE ISSUES OF THE PARIS EXPOSITION.

Slowly, but not the less surely, does the succession of international
industrial expositions strengthen the sentiment of peace among the
nations. Those who were interested in observing how gradually our
civilization is becoming industrial can remember during the Centennial
Exposition several notable instances of this. The Exposition of Paris and
the recent arbitration at Berlin have both stimulated the thought of
Europe in this direction, and the following instances of the direction it
is taking will be of interest, especially as they are such as are not
likely to be noticed by the regular correspondents.

A pamphlet has been published at Foix, one of the provincial towns of
France, entitled, _Les Rondes de la Paix_. It was written by M. Adolphe de
Lajour, and its scope will appear from the following extract: "Why not
declare Constantinople and the Straits neutral? Why not declare
Constantinople the city for congresses of _unity_--the metropolis, the
Washington, of the United States of the two worlds? Why from the various
populations, differing in race, in manners, in religion and in language,
who inhabit the Balkan peninsula, should not a confederation of the United
States of the Danube be created on the model of Switzerland?"

In the Exposition itself a printed sheet has been distributed, entitled
"La Marseillaise de la Paix." It was printed by the associated compositors
in the office of M.A. Chaix, who has recently organized his establishment
so that a share in the profits is accorded to the workers. The first two
verses of this new version will suffice to show its character:

Allons, enfant de la patrie,
La jour de gloire est arrive.
De la Paix, de la Paix cherie,
L'etendard brillant est leve! (_bis_)
Entendez-vous vers nos frontieres,
Tous les peuples ouvrant leurs bras,
Crier a nos braves soldats:
Soyons unis, nous sommes freres!
Plus d'armes, citoyens, rompez vos bataillons!
Chantez,
Chantons!
Et que la Paix feconde nos sillons!

Pourquoi ces fusils, ces cartouches?
Pourquoi ces obus, ces canons?
Pourquoi ces cris, ces chants farouches,