PENSATION
Sunday, May 27th
Capital cities have ohing peculiar to them: their days of rest seemto be the signal feneral dispersion and flight. Like birds thatare just restored to liberty, the people e out of their stone cages,and joyfully fly toward the try. It is who shall find a greenhillock for a seat, or the shade of a wood for a shelter; they gather Mayflowers, they run about the fields; the town is fotten until theevening, when they return with sprigs of blooming hawthorn in their hats,and their hearts gladdened by pleasant thoughts and recolles of thepast day; the day they return again to their harness and to work.
These rural adventures are most remarkable at Paris. When the fiher es, clerks, shop keepers, and wmen look forwardimpatiently for the Sunday as the day f a few hours of thispastoral life; they walk through six miles of grocers shops and public-houses in the faubs, in the sole hope of finding a real turnip-field.
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