Why, jest compare our sugar bush and the woods between Zoar and Jonesville with these woods of Boulogne—where be they? Further off than the golden sunset is to the vision of Josiah.
And the Elysian Fields—tongue would fail to give any idee of what we see there.
Notre Dame, perfect indeed duz it look, a-risin’ up with its two towers a-dwarfin’ the housen about it, though they are sizable ones.
The Egyptian Obelisk of Luxor, that rises up in the air one hundred feet, all full of strange writin’, I wish it could speak and tell what it had seen all through the past centuries—what its old red face must have looked down on from first to last.
Curous to even think on. I presoom it must have looked down on Cleopatra and seen her a-cuttin’ up and a-actin’, a-flirtin’ and a-carryin’ matters altogether too fur with Antony, Cæsar, etc., etc.
I wonder if the old obelisk sees any sech doin’s now in Paris in 1894?
I dare presoom to say she duz. Human nater has always capered sence the days of Adam and Eve.
It hain’t never talked on much, but I always blamed Antony jest as much as I did Cleopatra and Cæsar too; they all ort to been ashamed of themselves—and sech good wives as they had, too. Aurelia and Calpurnia wuz real good wimmen, so fur as I ever hearn on.
Wall, the big fountain, which stood not fur off, are a sight to see and are ornamented beautifully, besides havin’ immense water priveliges, and they ort to have, for right here on this spot stood that dretful thing, the guillotine.
Oh, what doin’s, what doin’s took place right here! Angels must have veiled their faces with their feather wings as they flew over the spot in them dretful days of the French Revolution. Twenty-eight hundred wuz killed here—had their heads cut right off—trompled on by men risin’ aginst tyrants, killin’ ’em off; and then they, too, turned into tyrants, wuz overthrown and killed off like sheep.