Saint-Ladre; beyond the Montmartre Gate, the Grange-Bateli�re, encircled with white walls; behind it, with its chalky slopes, Montmartre, which had then almost as many churches as windmills, and which has kept only the windmills, for society no longer demands anything but bread for the body.

Lastly, beyond the Louvre, the Faubourg Saint-Honor�, already considerable at that time, could be seen stretching away into the fields, and Petit-Bretagne gleaming green, and the March� aux Pourceaux spreading abroad, in whose centre swelled the horrible apparatus used for boiling counterfeiters. Between la Courtille and Saint-Laurent, your eye had already noticed, on the summit of an eminence crouching amid desert plains, a sort of edifice which resembled from a distance a ruined colonnade, mounted upon a basement with its foundation