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Show JOYS OF THE ATTIC DWELLER He Who Looks Out Upon World Only From Flrst-Floor Window Misses Much, Says Paris Phllotoper. "The chirping of the sparrows calls me; they claim the crumbs I scatter to them every morning. I open my window, win-dow, and tho prospect of roofs opens out befoit; me in nil Its splendor." So says Emllp Rmivestre, "Attic Philosopher Philoso-pher In Paris." "He who has only lived on n first floor has no Idea .of tho picturesque variety of suel n view-. Mo has never contemplated' these tile-colored tile-colored heights which Intersect each other; ho 1ms not followed with his eyes those gutter valleys, wliero the fresh verdure, 'of tho attic gardens waves, the deep shadows which evening eve-ning spreads over the slated slopes, and the sparkling of windows which the setting sun has kindled to a blaze of Are. He has not studied tho flora of these Alps of civilization, carpeted by lichens and mosses; ho Is not acquainted ac-quainted with the thousand Inhabitants Inhabi-tants which people them, from the ml-scroscoplc ml-scroscoplc Insect to the domestic cat . . . has not witnessed tho thousand thou-sand nspect,s of n clear or cloudy sky, nor the thousand effects of light which ninkes these upper regions a theater with ever-changing scenes I How many times have my days of leisure passed away In contemplating this wonderful sight, In discovering Its darker and brighter episodes, In seeking, In short, in this unknown world, for tho Impression Impres-sion of traveling that wealthy tourists look for lower down!" |