The Cockaynes in Paris; Or, 'Gone abroad'

mpossible to get such coffee in England?), the delicious bread, and the exquisite butter-proceeds to expound his views

ade of the Guard in the Rue de Rivoli; from there (we shall be close at hand) we can see the Louvre; by two o'clock

look at the shops!" interp

ost polished nation on the face of the earth, surrounded

the antiquities, your Raphaels and Rubens, and amuse yourself among the cobwebs of the H?tel Cluny; we are not so cl

ight have a peep at just a few of the shops near

tions of the Madeleine, to pass a rapturous hour in the square room of the Louvre, and to examine St. Germain l'Auxerrois, while t

MARBLE "I

al they might be

d in the days gone by, the Palais Royal was the centre of this paradise. Alas! the days of its glory are gone. The lines of splendid boulevards, flanked with gorgeous shops and cafés; the long arcades of the Rue de Rivoli; and, in fine, the leaning of all that is fashionable, and lofty, and rich to the west, are the causes which have brought the destruction of the Palais Royal. Time was when that quaint old square-the Place-Royale in t

es are in a feminine paradise at once. Why, exactly opposite to the Grand H?tel is Rudolphi's remarkable shop, packed artistically with his works of art-ay, and of the most finished and cunning art-in oxidized silver. His shop is most admirably adapted to the articles the effect of which he desires to heighten. It is painted black a

iod to which the bracelet, or the brooch, or the earring belongs. "Cinque ce

at those-sphinxes, don't you call them-for a brooch. I think they're hideous. Did you ever see such ears? I own, th

b, the prominent spendthrifts and eccentrics of the day. About four o'clock in the afternoon all the known Paris figures are lounging upon the asphaltum within this charmed space. Within this limit-where the Frenchman deploys all his seductive, and vain, and frivolous airs; where he wears his best clothes and his best manners; where he loves to be seen, and observed, and saluted-the tradesmen of the capital have installed establishments the costliness and elaborateness of which it is hardly possible to exaggerate. The gilding and the mirrors, the marbles and the bronze, the myriad lamps of every fantastic form, the quaint and daring designs for shop fronts, the infinite arts employed to "set off" goods, and the surprising, never-ceasing varieties of art-manufact

tectural front, and its acres of the most expensive linens, cambrics, &c. Ay, but close by Tahan is Boissier. Not to know Boissier is to argue yourself unknown in Paris. He is the shining light of the confectioner's art. Siraudin, of the Rue de la Paix, has set up a dangerous opposition to him, under the patronage of a great duke, whose duchess was one day treated like an ordinary mortal in Boissier's establishment, but Boissier's clients (nobody has customers in Paris) are, in the main, true to him; and his sweets pass the lips still of nearly all the élégante

bon-bon boxes not being the particular direction

Sophonisba sees a man in livery opening the door of what appears to be the entrance to some quiet learned institution. She tou

is impossible to say what description of "loud" place had dwelt in the mind of Sophonisba's mamma as the locale where the Empress

ere is ice in every variety, from the solid "bombe"-which we strongly recommend ladies to bear in mind next time-to the appetizing Ponch à la Romaine! Again, sitting here on summer evenings, the lounger will perceive dapper bonnes, or men-servants, going in and out with little shapely

e," cries Sophonisba;

y remarks that they are

zling window, Christofle be

d forks. They glitter in the light so fiercely that the eye cannot bear to rest upon them. Impossible to pass M. Christofle without paying a moment'

ssed with disdain the cafés radiant with mirror and gold, where the selfish men were drinking absinthe and playing at dominoes. It had always been

he discontented palate of man. The truffled turkeys are the commonest of the articles. Everybody eats truffled turkeys, must be the belief of Potel. If salmon could peer into the future, and if they had any ambition, they would desire, after death, to

t of viands! The pig who hunts the truffle would have his reward could he know that presently the fragrant vegetable would give flavour to his trotter! And is it not a good quarter of a

monumental marbles, all relieved by bronzes, gold, and exotics. The smallest object would frighten a man of moderate means, if he inquired its price. There is a flower shop not far off, but it isn't a shop, it's a bower. It is close by a dram-shop, where the cab-men of the stand opposite refresh the inner man. It represents the British public-house. But what a quiet

reach a corner of the Grand Opera Street, where the Emperor's tailor dwells. The attractions here are, as a rule, a few gorgeous official costumes, or the laurel-embellished tail coat of the academician. Still proceeding eastward, the shops are various, and are all remarkable for thei

hted her mother-eye with the models of babies that were lying in

enne's," close by the

where are the lightest hands for pastry, it is said, in all France. When last we caught sight

pardon of Mademoi