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itand was green porphyry, inlaid with
silver. The walls were lined with mir-
rors, and between the windows stood a
massive silver table, richly embossed.
But far more interesting to me was a
room in which the government surveyor
exhibited his model and painted maps.
The room was three hundred feet long,
and on either side the walls were hung
with large maps, exquisitely printed
with a pen, and colored with a camel’s
hair brush. Through the centre of this
room was a long table, on which the
model maps were displayed.

Children will perceive, by looking on
the atlas, that Paris is inland, or far
from the sea, Many of her citizens,
therefore, have never seen a ship. These
model maps were exact representations
of the sea-parts of France, with ships
lying in their harbors. These ships
were perfect in every respect ; nota rope
was omitted. The frigates were par-
ticularly graceful in contour. This ex-
hibition attracted crowds of people, who
will probably never see any other ships
or sea-ports than these. The exhibition
was public and free,

The surveyor was present, and very
politely explained the different parts to
us. fle was, as all really intellectual
people are, very modest, and willing to
listen as well as to harangue. Persons
who have little acquaintance with polish-
ed society, and have never contrasted
themselves with superior minds, are apt
{0 overrate their talents, and disgust
every one by their opinionated manner.
We have sometimes smiled internally,
when such persons have displayed their
achievements of third-rate excellence,
with conceited glee. We hope that

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the surveyor, and when tempted to dis-
play his attempts, will remember, that
if they are good, others have done much
better. The printed maps surpassed
anything I have ever seeti performed
with a pen. Ina few hours, we learned
more of the maritime history of France
than we ever hoped to, and brought
away with us very favorable and pleas-
ing impressions of the skill and courtesy
of that beautiful country. }

As we left the Louvre, a plain chariot
entered the court, and we knew by the
livery, that it belonged to Louis Philippe,
now ex-king of France. His third son
stepped from it, bowing politely to us,
as is the custom of that family, when-
ever they meet a stranger in the land.
We were told that he had a fine taste,
and that he was well educated.. When
we perceived how modest and courteous
he was, we did not in the least doubt it.

 

Bad Memory.

POOR woman in the country went

to hear a sermon, in which,

J\. among other evil practices, the
use of dishonest weights and
measures was exposed. She was much
affected by the discourse. The next
day, when the minister went among his
hearers, and called upon the woman, he
took occasion to ask her what she ‘re-
membered of the sermon. The poor
woman complained much of her. bad
memory, and said she had forgotten al-
most all he had said. ‘* But one thing,’
said she, “I did remember—I rememi

every child who reads this will imitate | bered to burn my bushel measure.”2,, — ,