CHAP. II.

PARIS.

A thousand interesting associationscrowded into my mind on entering thiscelebrated city, famed for its revolutionarymurders, and its despotism, for the lateexpulsion of a tyrant, at whose name“ the world grew pale,” and for the bloodwhich had so recently flowed in his cause,and which was still warm upon theplains around. This is one of the worstapproaches to Paris . The suburbs on thenorth side are ill built, and dirty, andsomewhat resemble the entrance into Lon­ don by the Whitechapel road.

On entering Paris , the first impressionproduced on my mind was that of comfort-less misery and inextricable confusion.Horses, carriages, and carts—men, women,and children—Turks, Christians , Jews ,