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High on the right-hand hill is the roof of St. Genevieve's Church

Now the Pantheon, where all great captains and authors are buried,
Proud-born men who against kings, wrote, fought, conquer'd, and kill'd kings.
But there's a crack in the dome, plump down it will drop on their statues.
Yon long house on a quay with the columns before, is the Mint, Sir.
Close by stand the Colleges. Nearer the foreground, a Palace,
Once the Prince of Conti's, and now let off for a Vauxhall.

HENRY.

What's that place in the corner? a Glass-House?

ISAAC.

Which do you mean Sir?

Surely the Invalides, an asylum for soldiers disabled.

MARGARET.

Who is the giant on horseback a-going to jump in the river?

ISAAC.

O'tis the statue of Henry the Fourth, the darling of Frenchmen.

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That round roof?

ISAAC.

Notre Dame, since christen'd the Temple of Reason.

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This fine street on the left-hand side?

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Yon tall allies of trees, like the rookery down at the old hall?

ISAAC.

Must be the Thuilleries, where great folks every evening

Walk to and fro in their best suits.

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Brother, how fiercely the men look,

Stuck out with swords, bepowder'd, in long pig-tails, or in bag-wigs.
Turn up another! what huge town next with such regular steep roofs ?

ISAAC.

All one house are these buildings, the mile-long palace of Versailles, Built by the fourteenth Louis with whom King William had great wars.

MARGARET.

Mercy! what trouble to clean it! I would not live there for no wages. I should be lost every day of my life, like a mouse in a church-aisle.

ISAAC.

Here were the national members of parliament ordered to meet first When

MARGARET.

It would hold them all, and their wives and their children and servants! Why 'tis as big as a work-house meant for the county of Yorkshire.

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Full of such dark, deep, damp, chill dungeons of horror and silence,
Young men shut therein oft grew quite gray-hair'd in a twelvemonth,
Old men lost their senses forgetting they had not been born there.
Thumb-screws, weapons of torture were found, most shocking to think of!
Fetters still lock'd on the limbs of unburied skeletons starv'd there,
Curses engrav'd with a nail in the stone-walls. O'tis a mercy
Sir, that it fell, notwithstanding the governor suffer'd unjustly.
People were buried alive in this cell of oppression for writing
Rudely of taxes or wars, tythes, freedom or government-matters.
We poor Jews soon came at our rights!

HENRY.

You Jacobin dog your

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Preach no sedition-but fhow us the next! a multitude seated

All in the dribbling rain on a hill.

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I was at Paris and saw King Louis submit to the people,

Swearing to govern by laws henceforth and observe constitutions :
But he has perjur'd his oath and anon you shall see how they serv'd him.
This is the tenth of August, the people attacking the Louvre,

Swiss from the windows firing away on the place of Carousal,
National guards engag'd with the King's guards, women in fury
Tearing the lukewarm corses, or hoisting the heads of the slaughter'd,
Sansculottes from the suburbs, dragging up cannon to batter
Down the unpopular palace.

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