his tail protruding from his trowsers, he trotted off, and, Charles's performances being over, he and the elephant respectfully bowed to the public.

The huge creature's supper having concluded, the last act of the entertainment was the feeding of the remainder of the animals by the garçon-in-waiting, who began his work by passing on his hands and knees through a small door that admitted him, a stout short heavy whip, a can of milk, and a basket of broken bread, into the large cage or caravansary of the monkeys.

It would be exceedingly difficult accurately to describe the excitement the appearance of all these things at once created. Every captive began to chatter, and all the passions of men and monkeys were exemplified in Babel confusion. There appeared,

"First, Fear, his hand, its skill to try "

if he could not pilfer a bit of bread;

"And back recoil'd, he well knew why,"

writhing from the lash of the garçon's whip.
In the form of a little ring-tailed blue monkey,

"Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,
In lightnings own'd his secret stings;"

and a duel ensued.

In the attitude of the great bony chimpanzee,

"With woeful measures wan Despair,
Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled;
A solemn, strange, and mingled air,

'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild."

During the time the garçon with his left hand was pouring milk and breaking bits of bread into a long trough, his right arm, without favour, partiality, or affection-in fact, evidently not caring a farthing to whom they belonged-was constantly belabouring the innumerable sets of little, long, black fingers of hind legs as well as fore legs picking and stealing from all directions. For a considerable time the lad endeavoured to suppress this besetting vice by, as often as he could, punish

ing it, then and there, in detail; at last, all of a sudden, losing his whole amount of patience, he put down his basket and jug, and then, flourishing his whip as if he were going through the six cuts of the broadsword exercise, he attempted, in a state of absolute fury, to inflict indiscriminate castigation on all his prisoners.

"And though sometimes, each dreary pause between,

Dejected Pity, at his side,

Her soul-subduing voice applied,

Yet still he kept his wild, unaltered mien,

While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head."

I believe, however, that on the whole the lad lost rather more than he gained by his anger; for often, while his whip was passing through empty air, his monkeys were to be seen jumping with impunity over him-over each other-between his legs-flying horizontally-diagonally and vertically, from perches of various heights-this way-that way--in short, like sparks of fireworks, in all ways at once. During this scene the great chimpanzee, fettered in the corner, stood erect, seriously winking his round eyes as if counting every stroke of the whip. The endless variety of "sauve-qui-peut" movements of the monkeys, accompanied by occasional grinning, and by unceasing squalling and chattering, formed altogether a compound so attractive that it produced the only instance of misunderstanding I witnessed during my residence at Paris; and, after all, this only amounted to two very finelooking Frenchmen, with large black beards, standing for about half a minute with their faces almost touching, saying to each other, in a tone that increased in quickness, loudness, and fierceness at every repetition,

66 Mais, Monsieur !

66

66

Mais, Monsieur !!

Mais, Monsieur ! ! !

"Mais, Monsieur !!!!

I am, however, very happy, indeed, to say, it ended-as it had begun-in nothing. In the mean while, the garçon's temper having returned to him, he continued his laborious task, namely, to allow every monkey to eat and drink, as nearly as possible, no more than his fair share of the bread and milk he had brought for the whole republic.

As he was pretty well exhausted by his work, another man

now appeared with large lumps of raw meat for the wild beasts. On approaching the different cages, the ferocity of the tigers, hyænas, leopards, &c., was slightly visible, from their attitudes, and especially from their eyes, but they all acted as if under the influence of some narcotic, and thus, at Charles's bidding, they relinquished the red flesh which, through the bars of their prison, they had caught in their claws On the whole, as this unworthy triumph over the appetites of the fiercest animals in creation could not have been honestly obtained, I felt any thing but pleasure in beholding it; and accordingly, seeing that the evening's entertainments were drawing to a close, I joined a party leaving the parterre, and in a few seconds found myself among the happy, lounging, loitering, sitting, smoking crowd of the Boulevard.

ABATTOIR DES COCHONS.*

ON descending from an omnibus, in which I had been rumbling along sideways for nearly three quarters of an hour, and which at last dropped me considerably beyond the Barrière de Montmartre, I was told that in twenty minutes I could walk to the Abattoir des Cochons," which I was desirous to visit.

Now, I always found that the people of Paris, out of sheer kindness, and to prevent me from putting myself to the expense of a fiacre, invariably cheated me in their estimates of distance, and accordingly it took me nearly three quarters of an hour of my fastest walking to reach the point of my destination, a spot which, until lately, must have been in the country, but which now is among new buildings, to be seen rising up around it in all directions.

The establishment, from the outside, was completely concealed from view by a high wall, including a square, each side of which was about 150 yards long. I walked round two of them without being able to find any entrance; at last, in the third, I came to some large lofty iron gates and a bell, which

* Pig slaughter-house.

I took especial care to touch gently, in the French style, and not to throw it into hysterics by an English pull.

On being admitted by the concierge,-who, as soon as she had opened the door, popped into her hole as easily as she had popped out of it,-I saw before me, and on each side, a number of low buildings with a large clock in the middle, to keep them all in order; and I was looking at various arrangements when the" chef" of the establishment, at the instigation, I suppose, of the concierge, walked up to me, and, after listening to my wishes, told me very formally that the establishment, although used for public purposes, had been built by an individual; that it was the property of a company; and that, as it would not belong to the city of Paris for four years, he was not permitted to show it to any person whatever, without an order from the company.

"Il faut absolument, Monsieur, un ordre !"*

To be denied to see what was literally before my eyes, and to be obliged to retreat from within four walls I had had so much trouble to enter, was a disappointment so cruel that I can only compare it to what Tantalus must have experienced when, dying from thirst, he stood in water which, bubbling upwards, glided away just before it reached his lips. I was determined, therefore, if possible, to attain my object. The chef was a very large, powerful, and, notwithstanding his occupation, a good-humoured looking man. He, however, sturdily repelled all my reasoning, that, because I had visited the "boucheries" of Paris, had been permitted to see the abattoirs of oxen, sheep, calves, &c., I hoped not to be refused to see that of pigs, &c. &c. &c., by replying that I had only to apply for an order to obtain one. However, when I told him to look at me, and see how hot and tired I was, I observed that I dealt him a heavy blow; and I had no sooner quickly followed it up by reminding him that, besides being "bien fatigué," I was a stranger in his land-" un étranger"-a word that upon every class of society in Paris acts like a talisman-than he smiled, shrugged up both his shoulders, surrendered at discretion, and, saying very kindly, "Allons, Monsieur !" he walked into his office, came out again with some keys in his right

* You must absolutely, Sir, get an order.
+ Very tired.
A stranger
§ Come along, Sir.

hand, and then with the utmost kindness conducted me over the whole of his buildings.

As we were walking along, I asked him to be so good as to explain to me what was the foundation of his establishment. As if I had touched a vital point, he immediately stopped dead short, looked me full in the face, and with great dignity briefly explained to me, in the following words, the axiom or principle of the whole concern:-" Monsieur," said he, "personne n'a le droit de tuer un cochon en Paris!"*

Said I to myself, "How I wish that sentence were written in gold on our London Mansion House!"

We now reached a long building, one story high, not at all unlike a set of hunting stables; and on door No. 1 being opened, I saw before me a chamber ventilated like a brewhouse, with a window at each end, and paved with flag-stones, the further half of which was covered with a thick stratum of straw, as sweet, clean, and unstained as if it had just come from the flail of the thresher. Upon this wholesome bed there lay extended, fast asleep, two enormous white hogs, evidently too fat even to dream. They belonged to no political party; had no wants; no cares; no thoughts; no more idea of to-morrow than if they had been dead, smoked, and salted. I never before had an opportunity of seeing any of their species so clearly; for in England, if, with bended back and bent knees, an inquisitive man goes to look into that little low dormitory called a sty, the animal, if lean, with a noise between a bark and a grunt, will probably jump over him; or if fat, he lies so covered up, that the intruder has no space to contemplate him; whereas, if the two pigs lying before me had been in my own study, I could not have seen them to greater advantage.

Without disturbing them, my conductor closed the door, and we then entered Nos. 2, 3, and 4, which I found to be equally clean, and in which were lying, in different attitudes, pigs of various sizes, all placidly enjoying the sort of apoplectic slumber I have described. My conductor would kindly have opened the remainder of the doors, but as I had seen sufficient to teach me, what in England will be discredited, namely, that it is possible to have a pigsty without any disagreeable smell, I begged him not to trouble himself by doing and he accordingly was conducting me across the open

* Sir, nobody has a right to kill a pig in Paris.