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Text for Page 100 [06-19-1855]

great unfinished picture of his, its subject doubtful, only the
heads of the men of the Revolution painted in.                In
the evening to a �Caf� chansant� with Edenshaw, where was
singing, both male and female, and a comic French nigger.
A stroll about St Denis, and in the �Galeries varieties� till
11, then to quarters.
  20.  Wednesday.   Perret vouchsafing to pilot us, we start
for Versailles, he being enveloped in a water-proof overcoat, and
bearing an umbrella.    It is a railroad trip, and we have
a breezy journey on the top of the cars, (where smoking is allowed;)
through Sevres, and distinguishing St Cloud on the right.  It
is a March day out of place.    Arrived at the palace, (of the
exterior of which I shall say nothing,)  we plunge into its ten
miles of paintings.  France has here, I suppose, the noblest
historical Gallery in the world, both of events and portraits.
From dim old Gaulish kings to him of the barricades; from
the Cascades to the storming of Constantine in Algerian warfare,
all are here nobly chronicled by painters of the highest merit.  In
certain rooms how omnipresent are Louis XIV and XV, with
their courtiers, generals, and troops of harlots!     The magnifi-
cence and luxury of that fester of pride, the �Grand Monarque,� was
surely scarcely equaled by the tyrants of old Rome.  No human
being was ever more thoroughly deified than he.       Talk of the
�horrors� of the French Revolution! why there was not one thou-
sandth part of the sin and wrong in them, compared with the spec-
tacle of this omnipotent, wretch in all his �glory.�  Robespierre,
� Marat were saints compared with him.         They did believe,               
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