Lippincotts Magazine, August 1873

Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science

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LIPPINCOTT'S MAGAZINE
OF
POPULAR LITERATURE AND SCIENCE.
Vol XII, No. 29.
AUGUST, 1873.
TABLE OF CONTENTS THE NEW HYPERION [Illustrated] By EDWARD STRAHAN. II.--The Two Chickens. OUR HOME IN THE TYROL [Illustrated] By MARGARET HOWITT.
CHAPTER VII
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CHAPTER VIII
. ON THE CHURCH STEPS By SARAH C. HALLOWELL.
CHAPTER I
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CHAPTER II
.
CHAPTER III
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CHAPTER IV
.
CHAPTER V
. INSIDE JAPAN By W.E. GRIFFIS. JASON'S QUEST By CHARLES WARREN STODDARD. I. II. III. IV. FOREBODINGS. DEER-PARKS By REGINALD WYNFORD. RAMBLES AMONG THE FRUITS AND FLOWERS OF THE TROPICS By FANNIE R. FEUDGE. TWO PAPERS.--I. A PRINCESS OF THULE By WILLIAM BLACK.
CHAPTER XII
.--Transformation.
CHAPTER XIII
.--By The Waters Of Babylon. GOLD By ITA ANIOL PROKOP. GLIMPSES OF GHOST-LAND By LUCY H. HOOPER. AFTERNOON By EMMA LAZARUS. OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP. Washington's Birthplace In 1873 By R.B.E. Vicissitudes In High Life. A Glass Of Old Madeira. At A Matin��e: A Monologue. By C.A.D. NOTES. LITERATURE OF THE DAY. Books Received.
ILLUSTRATIONS THE FLOWERS OF WAR. THE INVADERS OF ROMIAINVILLE. STORY OF AN OLD MAN AND AN ELDER. MERCHANDISE IN THE TEMPLE. FATHER JOLIET. THE TWO CHICKENS. LOVE LEFT ALONE. "FOND OF CHICKEN." THE WIFE. THE LONE CRUSADE. TENDER CHARITY. NECESSITY KNOWING LAW. THE FERRY. JOVE'S THUNDER. SCHOOL. ON WITH THE DANCE! ENDYMION. HOW THE MODERN DOG TREATS LAZARUS. THE LAUGHING LACKEY. THE PRESENT. THE CONVALESCENT. THE DIVIDED BURDEN. SHARE MY CUP. BREAKING STONES. SICKNESS AND COURTSHIP. THE WAGON. DINNER-TIME! FIDELITY. A LITTLE VISITOR. FRANCINE. "DON'T WRING MY HEART!" VIEW OF TAUFERS VALLEY. SCHLOSS TAUFERS. HAPPY SOULS IN PARADISE. CROSSING THE TORRENT.

THE NEW HYPERION.
FROM PARIS TO MARLY BY WAY OF THE RHINE.
II.--THE TWO CHICKENS.
[Illustration: THE FLOWERS OF WAR.]
"Thou art no less a man because thou wearest no hauberk nor mail sark, and goest not on horseback after foolish adventures."
So I said, reassuring myself, thirty years ago, when, as Paul Flemming the Blond, I was meditating the courageous change of cutting off my soap-locks, burning my edition of Bulwer and giving my satin stocks to my shoemaker: I mean, when I was growing up--or, in the more beauteous language of that day, when Flemming was passing into the age of bronze, and the flowers of Paradise were turning to a sword in his hands.
Well, I say it again, and I say it with boldness, you can wear a tin botany-box as bravely as a hauberk, and foolish adventures can be pursued equally well on foot.
Stout, grizzled and short winded, I am just as nimble as ever in the pretty exercise of running down an illusion. Yet I must confess, as I passed the abattoirs of La Villette, whence blue-smocked butcher-boys were hauling loads of dirty sheepskins, I could not but compare myself to the honest man mentioned in one of Sardou's comedies: "The good soul escaped out of a novel of Paul de Kock's, lost in the throng on the Boulevard Malesherbes, and asking the way to the woods of Romainville."
[Illustration: THE INVADERS OF ROMIAINVILLE.]
Romainville! And hereabouts its tufts of chestnuts should be, or were wont to be of old. I am in the grimy quarter of Belleville. Scene of factories, of steam-works and tall bleak mansions as it is to-day, Belleville was once a jolly country village, separated on its hilltop from Paris, which basked at its feet like a city millionaire sprawling before the check apron and leather shoes of a rustic beauty. Inhabited by its little circle of a few thousand souls, it looked around itself on its eminence, seeing the vast diorama of the city on one side, and on the other the Pr��s-Saint-Gervais, and the woods of Romainville waving off to the horizon their diminishing crests of green. A jolly old tavern, the Ile d'Amour, hung out its colored lamps among the trees, and the orchestra sounded, and the feet of gay young lovers, who now are skeletons, beat the floor. The street was a bower of lilacs, and opposite the Ile d'Amour was the village church.
Then the workmen of the Paris suburbs were invaders: they besieged the village on Sundays in daring swarms, to be beaten back successfully by the duties of every successive Monday. Now they are fixed there. They are the colorless inhabitants of these many-storied houses. The town's long holiday