It is a noble staircase, and from a distance the people toiling up it looked like insects.

I mention this statue and this stairway because they have their story.

Richelieu founded Odessa -- watched over it with paternal care--labored with a fertile brain and a wise understanding for its best interests--spent his fortune freely to the same end--endowed it with a sound prosperity, and one which will yet make it one of the great cities of the Old World--built this noble stairway with money from his own private purse--and--.

Well, the people for whom he had done so much, let him walk down these same steps, one day, unattended, old, poor, without a second coat to his back; and when, years afterwards, he died in Sebastopol in poverty and neglect, they called a meeting, subscribed liberally, and immediately erected this tasteful monument to his memory, and named a great street after him.
It reminds me of what Robert Burns' mother said when they erected a stately monument to his memory: "Ah, Robbie, ye asked them for bread and they hae gi'en ye a stane." The people of Odessa have warmly recommended us to go and call on the Emperor, as did the Sebastopolians.

They have telegraphed his Majesty, and he has signified his willingness to grant us an audience.