was written these words: "Anti-poke-your-nose-into-other-folks'-business
Society. 5000 Pounds reward annually to any one who will really mind his
own business; with the prospect of an increase of 100 Pounds, if he
shall abstain from poking his nose into other folks' business." We
returned to London in a steamer.

Now you must suppose you are walking with me in Paris, on a bright
Sunday morning in spring. We will go first to the Place Vendome. It is
an oblong square with the corners cut off. The buildings are all of the
same beautiful cream-colored stone, and of the same style of
architecture,--a basement story, very pretty and simple, and upper
stories ornamented with Corinthian pilasters and gilded balconies.
There are high, pointed roofs with pretty luthern windows. The Place is
four hundred and twenty feet by four hundred and fifty. Two large
handsome streets, opposite to each other, the Rue de la Paix, and the
Rue Castiglione, open out of the Place; these alone break the range of
handsome buildings that surround this beautiful spot. In the centre is
the magnificent column, made in imitation of the column of Trajan, and
surmounted by a bronze statue of Napoleon in his military dress. At
first he was placed there in his imperial robes; but when he fell, so
did his statue, and it was melted up to help make an equestrian statue
of Henry IV. In 1833, the present statue was erected; and the people
are very proud of the Little Corporal, as they call him, as he stands
up there, looking over their glorious city, as if born to lead men to
conquest, and to govern the world. Inside the column is a spiral
staircase by which you ascend to the top of the column. You are well
paid for the fatigue of mounting these one hundred and seventy-six
steps, when you get your breath and look down upon Paris glittering in
the sunlight. What pleases me most, however, is the scene immediately
below. All the people are in the streets. Sunday in Paris is a holiday.
Whole families leave work, care,--all their troubles,--and come into
the public places to enjoy themselves. There is no swearing, no
drunkenness, no rudeness, no noise; the old folks seats themselves in
chairs, and the children run about. Some have been to mass, and some
have not, but all are in the spirit of enjoyment. Nothing can be more
enlivening than the aspect of the French people. You cannot resist
their cheerful looks. The appearance of the Place Vendome is truly
enchanting.