Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 202: what you’re looking at

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FICKWICK ABROAD. 185 Mr. Winkle adieu at the commencement of the Rue de la Paix, and continued his walk along the Boulevards, while the other two gentlemen proceeded tothe Hotel Meurice, through the Place Vendome. ‘The moon rode high in the heavens, and her silvery hight shone chastely upon the tall column on the summit of which stands the statue of the greatest warrior that ever lived. ‘The column itself is one of the mos; Ngan tarma — — — WT ACCME TW Phra OATH Hf remarkable edifices m Paris. Its height is a hundred and sixty feet, and its diameter fifteen, It is in imitation cfthe pillar of Trajan at Rome, and is built of stone covered with bas-reliefs in bronze, com- posed of thirteen hundred pieces of cannon taken from the armies of Soin and Austria. The sentry paced backwards and forwards, at the base of that stupendous monument thus formed of the ordnance wrested from the powers of Kurope by the Eagle of France; and the soldier by his very mien seemed to feel as if Napoleon were looking down upon him from she dizzy eminence above. Mr. Pickwick could not help lingering for one moment to survey the uniform ranges of buildings which circumvent the arena in which the column stands; and it was only when he saw the tri-coloured banner fluttering over the lofty portico of the Chancery—that splendid abode allotted to the Minister of Justice—that he felt the searching cold air of the morning already imparting a shivering sensation to his limbs. He accordingly hastened onwards at a quicker pace; and to the infinite delight of Mr. Winkle, the two gentlemen arrived in about five minutes at the gate of ~ Meurice’s Hotel It may be readily supposed that, when Mr. Weller made his appear- ance in Mr. Pickwick’s room on the ensuing morning with a smiling countenance and a jug of hot-water, his master’s first question was Telative to Mr. Tupman instead of the usual topic—the weather, Ago Any news of Mr. Tupman, Sam ee enquired the great man. d — “Don’t you vish you may get it, Sir?” replied the faithful valet. _ Mr. Pickwick declared that he did, and reiterated his question, nv \¥ ¥ Eomichooks (E(@) = ta