I may also state that the task of mastering the idiomatic eccentricities
of the French language gave me some small inconvenience. With Greek,
with Latin, with Hebrew, I am on terms of more or less familiarity; but
until this present occasion the use of modern tongues other than our own
have never impressed me as an accomplishment worthy to be undertaken by
one who is busied with the more serious acquirements of learning.
However, some days before sailing I had secured a work entitled "French
in Thirty Lessons," the author being our teacher of modern languages at
Fernbridge, Miss McGillicuddy by name, and at spare intervals had
diligently applied myself to its contents.
On reaching France, however, I found the jargon or patois spoken
generally by the natives to differ so materially from the purer forms as
set forth in this work that perforce I had recourse to a small manual
containing, in parallel columns, sentences in English and their Gallic
equivalents, and thereafter never ventured abroad without carrying this
volume in my pocket. Even so, no matter how careful my enunciation, I
frequently encountered difficulty in making my intent clear to the
understanding of the ordinary gendarme or cab driver, or what not. Nor
will I deny that in other essential regards Paris was to me
disappointing. The life pursued by many of the inhabitants after
nightfall impressed me as frivolous in the extreme and not to be
countenanced by right-thinking people; in the public highways
automobiles and other vehicles manoeuvred with disconcerting
recklessness and abandon; and, after England, the tea seemed inferior.
Until this time no intimation of impending war had intruded on our
thoughts. To be sure, some days before our departure from Fernbridge I
had perused accounts in the public prints of the assassination of the
Heir Apparent of Austria-Hungary and his lady somewhere in the Balkans,
but I for one regarded this deplorable event as a thing liable to occur
in any unsettled foreign community where the inhabitants speak in
strange tongues and follow strange customs. Never for one moment did I
dream that this crime might have an effect on the peace of the world at
large.
Presently, however, I began to note an air of feverish activity among
the denizens of Paris; and one morning toward the end of our first
week's sojourn in their midst I discerned a large body of troops moving
along one of the principal boulevards, accompanied by cheering throngs.
Still I felt no alarm, my explanation to my young ladies for this
patriotic exhibition being that undoubtedly these abnormal and emotional
people were merely celebrating one of their national gala or fête days.
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