I do so, and once off, he slanders me! APPARENT FAILURE. "We shall soon lose a celebrated building." Paris Newspaper. 1. No, for I'll save it! Seven years since, I passed through Paris, stopped a day To see the baptism of your Prince ; Saw, made my bow, and went my way: I took the Seine-side, you surmise, 2. Only the Doric little Morgue! The dead-house where you show your drowned: Petrarch's Vaucluse makes proud the Sorgue, Your Morgue has made the Seine renowned. One pays one's debt in such a case; I plucked up heart and entered, stalked, Keeping a tolerable face Compared with some whose cheeks were chalked: Let them! No Briton's to be balked! 3. First came the silent gazers; next, A screen of glass, we're thankful for Last, the sight's self, the sermon's text, The three men who did most abhor Their life in Paris yesterday, ; So killed themselves: and now, enthroned I thought, and think, their sin's atoned. 4. Poor men, God made, and all for that! The reverence struck me; o'er each head Religiously was hung its hat, Each coat dripped by the owner's bed, Sacred from touch: each had his berth, His bounds, his proper place of rest, |