CIFTH EVENING.
«YESTERDAY, began the Moon, “I looked down
upon the busy city of Paris; my gaze penetrated
into the apartments of the Louvre. An old woman
poorly dressed — for she belonged to the lower
classes — followed one of the inferior servants
into the large empty throne rooms; this was what
she had long wished and determined, if possible.
to see; and it had cost her many a little sacrifice
and much urgent entreaty, before she succeeded
in obtaining admittance. She folded her lean
hands together, and looked round the room de-
voutly, as if she were in a church. ‘It was
here!’ she said ‘here!’ And she approached the
throne, from which hur« rich velvet cover-
ing bordered with a golden fringe. ‘Here!’ she