English Pharisees and French Crocodiles

ock, sighing constantly after glory and conquest, is a modest proprietor, peaceful, ho

ice. Like his social inferior, Jacques Bonhomme, the only conquest that he hankers after, is the conq

hat which he possesses, but in that which he knows how to do without.

ute real riches, and that is why France, who has now more than six millions of contented land

strious, he quickly goes on his sober way, until he has amass

aim. As soon as he has attained it, he knocks off work and

put something in the savings bank, which, at the present moment, has more than $450,000,00

, without losing his peace of mind and happiness. The Frenchman wants comfort; he wants enough to establish his children, educate his boys, portion his daughters, and spend his old days in quietnes

nd Mayor, are pleasing to his ear, inasmuch as these honorable posts enable their holders to wear uniforms. And Jose

ases, and his signature is a mast

plays at loto, he never fails to add, after

places, and stares incredulously, if you tell him that the English often stuff a bu

t it is less from profound conviction than from the dread of hearing that barricades are being erected in Paris

ered to his he

general council; his department forms part of France, administered by a President of the Republic, a ministerial council, a council of state, a Senate, and a Chamber of Deputies. Add to this, the general council of agriculture, the general council of commerce, the council of manufactures, the council of mines, the

guaranteed exact by every French clerk; this ought to console Joseph for the little errors which may exist in the column of the millions. In a ministerial office, a mistake of a centime puts the whole staff in commotion, from the ground floor to the roof, and if a clerk were to propose

oke of noon. In England, the landlord can only demand his rent twenty-one days after it is due, and bills are only presented after three days' gra

paid to the quality of his merchandise gives him

en long letters to their sons, commencing with congratulations upon the literary, artistic, or other successes they had met with in Paris, and ending with lamentations over the financi

his bachelor's life be

n of his affairs is in safe hands. Taking life placidly, he grows round and rubicund; he is well cared for, petted, coddled; he lives in clover. His wife is his friend, his confidante. If from one cause or another the family revenue diminishes, she knows it as soon as her husband; with her economy and good management, she faces the danger; with her energy, she wards off ruin from her threshold. In important matters, as well

ee, I must admit; but what wealth of love and happiness those li

who are constantly made the butt for Paris

to go and see the old folks, in the old house that is standing there just as you remember it in your childhood! Every ro

light (in France, joy is allowed free outlet). You go up to the room that used to be yours to shake off the dust of your journey. Nothing is altered, everything is there, just where it always was in the old days; you feel as if you had grown twenty years younger. You go down, and in the dining room you see the large fireplace that has undergone no stupid modernizing. Will you ever forget the bloodcurdling ghost stories that you listened to so breathlessly

a couple of oranges; but his hospitable table is only open to his children, who, as long as he lives, are at home in the house. One or two intimate friends at most are allowed to penetrate freely into the little circle; the time is killed, even killed by inches, A garden,

mall, he has all his dear on

nd makes the most charm

r him after their marriage, to bring up his grandchildren, guide their first tottering steps, make companions of them