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I love to pass such hours alone, or in the society of some one as partial, but more skilled in such studies than myself; and such a companion I have found in the Baron de Cailleux, an old acquaintance, and now Under-Director of the Musée, whose knowledge of the fine arts equals his love for them.
I have no doubt the scientific gentlemen at the Musée will be able to tell us all about it M. de Clairon 'Not to interrupt M. le Maire, said Riou, of the octroi, 'I think there is more in it than any scientific gentleman can explain. 'Ah! You think so. But they explain everything, I said, with a smile. 'They tell us how the wind is going to blow.
Let us suppose, for example, that you are a young gentleman of established social position in one of the many cities of our great middle west, and it is your desire to travel from your home to New York City for the purpose of viewing the many attractions of that metropolis of which I need perhaps only mention the Aquarium or Grant's Tomb or the Eden Musee.
"It would seem that they know me," thought the Baron. "That would account for everything." As the carriage went up the Rue du Musee, he leaned forward to see the lady again, and in fact she was again at the window. Ashamed of being caught gazing at the hood under which her admirer was sitting, the unknown started back at once. "Nanny shall tell me who it is," said the Baron to himself.
Napoleon himself, with all the glory associated with his name a glory that intoxicated the French would have failed to inebriate the sober-minded English. Through my acquaintance with the Baron de Cailleux, who is at the head of the Musée, I obtained permission to take Lord John Russell, Mr. Rogers, and Mr.
Within the past five years this tendency has strikingly demonstrated itself. The evolution of the ways and means of travel offers, in itself, an impressive illustration of this tendency. The visitor to the Musée Cluny in Paris will find, among the masses of relics of an historic pass, the state carriages used in the time of Louis XV. and Marie Antoinette.
The Musée Wiertz is worth visiting only as a chamber of horrors. When Wiertz is not morbid and repulsive he is of the vasty inane, a man of genius gone daft, obsessed by the mighty shades of Rubens and Michael Angelo. Wiertz was born in 1806 and died in 1865.
"She is very dear and good." They were now going slowly down towards the town. It was five o'clock, and the concièrge's children were scampering about, uncombed, as they passed the cottage. "We'll go to the Musée and knock up old Malaumain," declared Théo suddenly. "He won't mind, and she will give us a good déjeuner. I could eat a horse." "And I a carriage! But why go to a museum for breakfast?"
And indeed these chill ruins, among which the Legitimist newspaper contracted the disease it is dying of the abominable hovels of the Rue du Musee, and the hoarding appropriated by the shop stalls that flourish there will perhaps live longer and more prosperously than three successive dynasties.
"I do, Joey, I do. I understand perfectly, because at the tender age of twenty-four I proposed marriage to a snake-charmer lady in the old Eden Musee. She was forty years old if she was a day, but she carried her years well and hid the wrinkles with putty, or something. Barring a slight hare-lip, she was a fairly handsome woman in the dark."
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