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ladies of the worW* It is not then to be lamented that political 

 events have changed the manners of the Parisians so much, but 

 that they have changed their manners so little ; this is the subject 

 for lamentation. There is a change, however, to which political 

 events have no doubt contributed, but which, during the later 

 years of the old government, time and the character of the French 

 were tending to produce. The gradual fusion of the different 

 classes, which ancient usages had kept apart, would, without the 

 shock that blended and confused all ranks violently together, have 

 naturally given to one set of persons, many of the ideas and habits 

 of another. You see no longer in Paris a nobility that lives upon 

 credit, and boasts of its ruin with ostentation. The families that 

 still inhabit the great hotels of the Faubourg St. Germain are 

 more orderly, more economical, more moral in their habits than 

 heretofore. 



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Through the glen when Morning's blushes 



Softly gleam o*er tower and tree, 

 Light the laughing streamlet gushes 



Through the green fields leaping free. 

 Let us stray. Love; all the splendour 



Of Earth's beauty grows more bright. 

 And its softness seems more tender 



Whilst I view it in thy sight. 



I could sit and gaze for ever. 



With thy gentle hand in mine. 

 On the wood, the lawn, the river. 



Where the summer rays recline. 

 One sole feeling lives around us, 



One sole spirit breathes above. 

 Through all of beauty that surrounds us 



Expands the glowing soul of Love. 



