203 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, 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. That round roof? ISAAC. Notre Dame, since christen'd the Temple of Reason. This fine street on the left-hand side? 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. Brother, how fiercely the men look, Stuck out with swords, bepowder'd, in long pig-tails, or in bag-wigs. 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. Full of such dark, deep, damp, chill dungeons of horror and silence, HENRY. You Jacobin dog your 207 Preach no sedition-but fhow us the next! a multitude seated All in the dribbling rain on a hill. I was at Paris and saw King Louis submit to the people, Swearing to govern by laws henceforth and observe constitutions : Swiss from the windows firing away on the place of Carousal, |