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The works of James Fenimore Cooper Volume 7: The Heidenmauer
Contrary to a long-established usage, a summer had been passed within the walls of a large town : but, the moment of liberation arrived, the bird does not quit its cage with greater pleasure, than that with which post-horses were commanded. We were four in a light travelling caliche, which strong Norman cattle transported merrily towards their native province. For a time we quitted Paris, the queen of modern cities, with its tumults and its order ; its palaces and its lanes ; its elegance and its filth ; its restless inhabitants and its stationary politicians ; its theories and its practices ; its riches and its poverty ; its gay and its sorrowful ; its rentiers and its patriots ; its young liberals and its old illiberals ; its three estates and its equality ; its delicacy of speech and its strength of conduct ; its government of the people, and its people of no government ; its bayonets and its moral force ; its science and its ignorance ; its'amusements and its revolutions ; its resistance that goes backward, and its movement that stands still ; its milliners, its philosophers, its opera-dancers, its poets, its fiddlers, its bankers, and its cooks. Although so long enthralled within the barriers, it was not easy to quit Paris entirely without regret — Paris, which every stranger censures and every stranger seeks ; which moralists abhor and imitate ; which causes the heads of the old to shake, and the hearts of the young to beat — Paris, the centre of so much that is excellent, and of so much that cannot be named.
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