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The wise king once wittily said: "My people are like bad children that kick the shins of their nurse whenever their faces are washed." But they soon became reconciled to their Prado, a name, by the way, which runs through several idioms, in Paris they had a Pre-aux-clercs, the Clerks' Meadow, and the great park of Vienna is called the Prater.
This is what happened to the silversmith in the one-and-fortieth year of his age. One Sabbath-day while walking on the left bank of the Seine, led by an idle fancy, he ventured as far as that meadow which has since been called the Pre-aux-Clercs and which at that time was in the domain of the abbey of St. Germain, and not in that of the University.
When he heard the brisk challenge of the men-at-arms of the abbey, around the crenelated, circumscribing wall of Saint-Germain, he turned aside, took a path which presented itself between the abbey and the lazar-house of the bourg, and at the expiration of a few minutes found himself on the verge of the Pre-aux-Clercs.
"They say the streets of Paris are unsafe, and that is a lonely place. Which way do you counsel me to take?" "Why, I advise you to take the ferry-boat at the Pre-aux-Clercs, get out at the corner, and follow the quay until you arrive at the great Chatelet, and then go through the Rue de la Tixanderie, until you reach the faubourg. Once at the corner of the Rue St.
"Some fresh air will do you good after the scenes we have witnessed," observed Maitre Leroux. "We will take a turn in the Pre-aux-Clercs. It is but a short distance past the Invalides." It was evening, and a number of people were thronging that pleasant meadow on the banks of the Seine, the Hyde Park of that period.
"She will think it a duel," replied Solern; "and she cannot possibly distinguish who we are at this distance." "Well, let her see me!" exclaimed Charles IX. "I am resolved now!" The king and his confidant sprang ashore and walked quickly in the direction of the Pre-aux-Clercs.
This is what happened to the silversmith in the one-and-fortieth year of his age. One Sabbath-day while walking on the left bank of the Seine, led by an idle fancy, he ventured as far as that meadow which has since been called the Pre-aux-Clercs and which at that time was in the domain of the abbey of St. Germain, and not in that of the University.
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