the Sewers, the shop-fronts of Paris. fare the most famous sights of the: city. life, they are always now they have more life-like—or, those of them that exhibit feminine and masculine clothes. Not. s0 long go, one could gaze the frozen gestures of unfading eautios, every one of whom had assumed, at the waxworks, a terrritying and spectral smile, the spot-Josr urbanity of which never yelnxed, not even when the wearer, was dusted and covered up for the ight. All the time, each beauty arched her tube-like fingers, with their sapernaturally long and rosy mails, in silent illustration of a comment which never has been uttered; and the men of this world were to match, with their tufty hair and Now, immortal though they seem. ed, the window people nearly all have passed away, stamped out by now and more vigorous Face. These fre strong and full-blooded men and Jy are modestly young. They go further than this, for among them anay be seen what one might call "character dummies" the waxen embodiment of the contemporary great Colonel Lindbergh is infinitely af-Auble in French tailoring, on one the Boulevards; and one may see the hospitable Dolly Sisters, Jose-_ Thine Baker, with her exquisite colour, and many another personality of the stage. What Horizons ave In Paris, M. de Faugh Likeness could foretell the perfect and only possible stylo; and London haters' might borrow Mr. Churchill's image for their latest, and Mz. MaeDonald's for their for! er wares
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