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way of the Tuileries, to see the perfectness with which the whole is laid out, the two basins, the obelisque of Luxor and the Ave de l'Etoile, the latter two miles distant, all falling in perfect line. And then the trees are trimmed so as to make both sides like a wall. Some of the statures are cut in stone, some in marble and some are of bronze, and many of them fine works of art. One of the most interesting parts is to see the great throng of people that congregate in the side avenue, and sit in groups and converse, or read & sip cafe, which children play and frolic about with their nurses. As there is a great deal of rich dressing, the whole scene had a splendid effect in the bright afternoon sun light.
The palace of the Tuilleries looks best when viewed from these gardens. It is a very long building with one main pavilion in the center, with one on each side and one at each corner, the roof rises abruptly so as to show a great deal of it. There are a great many windows, some oddly placed, and chimnies, which makes it very picturesque, but takes away from the chased beauty.  
 After admiring the view we went on the terrace at the Western end of the gardens, where we saw dirt being re-

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moved from a fosse. About thirty or fourty men were employed at it with baskets which they carried upon their backs, the dirt being shoveled in for them while they stood with it. When full they marched off and tilted it over the balustrade into the street, from whence it was removed by carts. By removing a portion of the balustrade, the work could have been done in quarter the time. At home, the way they were doing it would cost about forty dollars a day.
29th. I had two teeth plugged at Dr. Evan's by his brother.
30th. I had two teeth plugged and one pulled.
31st. Lily had one tooth plugged.
April 2nd. We set off early to see the exhibition of picture by the present French artists, which opened yesterday. On the way, in the Rue St. Frenoire, we bought a wooden trunk, covered with strong muslin and bound with iron for 18 franks.
The exhibition is in the Palais Royal. It is more like entering a citidal or some military head-quarters than a picture gallery. First the entrance is guarded by a soldier with his gun, then when you get in you find another sentinel on duty, and about a dozen soldiers seated around