FOUNTAIN IN THE CHAMPS ELYSÉES.
Ernest Wynn, who seemed to have a part of some old ballad always upon his lips, repeated some fine lines to Master Lewis as they went out of the church,—a quotation from an old song, entitled “Napoleon’s Grave.” (At St. Helena.)
“Though nations may combat and war’s thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o’er the plain;
Thou sleep’st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.”
The delightful Place de la Concorde, which is between the Garden of the Tuileries and the Champs Elysées, and which has been called the most delightful spot in any European city, had been passed through by the Class in their walk to the park, and it was decided to give an afternoon to a visit to it. Here stands the obelisk of Luxor, brought from the ruins of Thebes.
PLACE DE LA CONCORDE.
Here stood the guillotine, or rather the guillotines, on which Louis XIV. and Marie Antoinette and nearly three thousand persons perished. Here revolutionists cut off the heads of the royal family, and the people the heads of the revolutionists.