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OUR PARIS CORRESPONDENT.
MY DEAR CƏ,
the offices Vice-President of the Privy Council, News begins to be very slack, and Paris very and President of the Imperial Commission for the dull for those whose friends are all gone, and who Exhibition of 1867, which resignation was instead of a nice quiet gossip meet nothing on accepted. The day the Emperor's letter was all sides but tantalizing hackneys, loaded with published in the “ Moniteuris the soldiers at luggage, driving to the stations, and the happy Versailles and in Paris received orders to keep faces inside, enjoying a foretaste of fields and in their barracks all day long, and were all ready groves. The sporting world left very exultingly: until eleven at night. Why? Did they fear a the victories of Gladiateur have roused us to popular outbreak for the Prince ? Goodness enthusiasm; and the cordial manner in which knows: what is certain is, that they needed not, John Bull feted him and his owner, has quite for in spite of his liberalism he is not a favourite. won our hearts, and has rendered the " entente We know too well what the opposition of a cordiale” for the moment warmer than ever. The Prince on the steps of the throne is, to be Frenchmen who were at Epsom, for the Derby, caught by it. The Empress does not like him, very much admired the pleasing face and amiable not only because he is an enemy to the Pope's manners of the Prince of Wales ; and his temporal power, but because she sees in him a invitation to Mr. de la Grange has very much rival to her son. They say that she was the flattered them. They are surprised at his very cause of the Emperor's letter, having declared simple way of appearing in public. There is that if his Majesty did not openly reprimand the certainly a great contrast when compared with Prince she would renounce the grandeurs of the the guard of honour that always attends the throne, and retire into private life. Fancy what Heir of Imperial France.
a public calamity! What should we liave doneThe Emperor's return from Algiers was greeted the Emperor absent, and we left alone to govern by the Parisians with due enthusiasm, the streets ourselves, and that for a whole fortnight! She through which he passed to the Tuileries were was very near losing her bête noire the other day; decorated with flags, and the public monuments the Prince having been thrown out of his carwere all illuminated; but then all that is official. riage, while driving down the Champs Elysées ; The Empress and Prince went to Fontainebleau happily he was only bruised, but no bones to meet him, where Her Majesty the Regent broken. The old soldiers of the first empire resigned the care of the empire into her augustare gradually dying off. Marshal Magnan was husband's hands, and no doubt received great carried to his last home the other day. The compliments for her very clever way of govern- | funeral was very magnificent in military display; ing. During his Majesty's visit to the province and after the religious ceremony, the body was of Constantine he had a view of real Arabian conveyed to St. Germain, to be interred in the life, and spent several hours under the tents of family tomb, attended by an escort of soldiers. the great Semouls tribe, where a fête was given It was a false alarm 'I gave you last month in his honour, by the chief Boulakas-ben- about short dresses; it did not take. The only Gannah. He also accepted a diffa, offered by l economy of stuff permitted is in the tops of the the captain of the Spahis. A diffa is a feast com. | dresses; not in the bottoms, trains being longer posed of couscoussou (a stew of hard crushed than ever ; as for the bodies, gentlemen say, corn mixed with pimento), fowls and sheep that for the little that is left in ladies' evening dressed, and served whole. One of the last acts dresses now, they might be suppressed altogether, of the Empress before resigning power was to but then men are so médisants-don't believe confer the order of the Légion d'Honour on them. They also affirm that ladies in high-life Rosa Bonheur, a rare distinction for a lady, are as much, if not more delighted with the who has not won it on the field of battle, or in a amiable Theresa's songs and gestures as the military hospital. But what enhanced the honour frequenters of the “cafés chantants," a poor still more, was the graceful manner in which her proof of ladies' taste and delicacy in this most Majesty went herself to Thomery, to the civilized city in the world. At à soirée, a little residence of Malle. Bonheur, and gave the red while ago, given by a very rich fashionable lady, ribbon to the surprised artist herself. Malle. Malle. Theresa was engaged to attend for the Bonheur is not only a great artist, but also the amusement of our most delicate beauties. directrice of the school for drawing.
Theresa sang a song fit to be heard ; the ladies The Prince Napoleon is again put into the back were very much disappointed; and the mistress of grounds : his oratorial liberality brought down the house protested. “Sing us something gaier, the storm upon him from the Emperor, while something to make us laugh,” said she to Thein Africa, who wrote him a very uncousinly letter, resa; “ something plus piquant.” “The police which the “Moniteur" published. The Prince's forbids it," answered Theresa. “There is Monspeech at Ajaccio, when presiding at the inaugu- sieur le Préfet de Police, ask his permission, and I ration of the statue, erected in the birth-place of will sing you anything you like." The Préfet who Napoleon I., displeased his Majesty. His was at the soirée accorded permission; and TheImperial Highness, wounded at this public re- resa, with gestures and voice, gave full vent to her primand, sent in immediately his resignation of indecent vulgarity, until the men even were
scandalized, but the ladies laughed and encored Listen!” The vision seated himself at the inwith delight. Never was Theresa more fully strument, and played a sost, melodious air. appreciated. Well, every one amuses himself Bach awoke from emotion, and was in tears. according to his taste, as M. Gagne, “per He arose and looked at his watch; it was two exemple." The universal and supernatural can- o'clock, and, returning to his bed,, he was didate in the last elections, who made bis appear- scon asleep again. In the morning, when ance again before the public the other day, by he awoke, judge his surprise on seeing on writing a pendant to the “Supplice d'une his bed a page of music, covered with femme," a universal piece, he says, and which the tiniest writing possible, under small notes ! he calls “The Supplice d'un mari.” In his They were verses written in an old-fashioned conclusion, he asks for the pain of death, as a style, and the music was the air the vision had just punishment for all infidels to marriage sung to him. M. Bach never composed a verse faith. A writer pretends that if such a law was in his life, or has he the least idea of the made, the executioner would never find time rules of prosody. M. Second adds: “The enough to fulfil his task. But that writer is an Journal de l'Estoile says that Henri III. inveterate old bachelor, so we must not put fell desperately in love with Marie de implicit reliance on all he says on that subject : Clèves, Marquise d'Isles, who died in the bloom entre nous, celibacy does make men so tart. of womanhood, in a convent, some think of
You will be glad to hear that the children of La poison, and that an Italian named Baltazarini Pommerais's victim (Madame de Pauw) are in a I came to France at that epoch, and was a great fair way of getting nearly, if not all, the 550,000 favourite of the King.” “Can it be the esprit francs insured on their mother's head. M. lof Baltazarini who wrote the verses?” asks M. Lachaud, Madame de la Pomerais's counsellor, Second. For my own part I should be more asks for the return of the 18,000 francs paid by inclined to think that it was the esprit of M. her husband out of her property (unknown to Second; but then I am very incredulous in her to the companies. She does not ask it of spiritualism. However, if you are curious to the companies, but of the children, should they see verses and music thus mysteriously handed get the 550,000 francs. M. Lachaud would not down to posterity, they are published by satisfy the curious as to what had become of Legouix, Boulevard Poissonnière, No. 27, Paris. Madame de la Pomerais : all he would say was some pretend that M. Bach wrote both music that she remained worthy of respect and sym- and verses, while in a state of somnambulism, pathy. I do not think that the Countess Civry I though he declares that he is not somnambule. is so near getting a few of her father's diamonds I leave the solution to wiser heads than mine. as she could wish. The magistrates appear to I Among the numerous hunting weapons bebe reluctant in rendering judgment, and have longing to the late Jules Gérard, and given to postponed it again, hoping that the Duke of him by most of the sovereigns of Europe Brunswick will compromise. It will be rather a
(weapons that were sold by public auction the funny thing if his Highness sees himself con
other day), was a rifle (a present from the Duke demned to maintain eight children, whose father d'Aumale) which was marked by the teeth of is living, whose mother he will not own as his a lioness with which the intrepid lion-killer had child, and that in a country where no illigiti- / had to struggle hand to hand, mate child has a right to demand support from But talk of sales, never have we had so many its father!
auctions of pictures, china, and curiosities as M.A. Second, of the Grand Journal, pretends
this year. There is now a collection of autoto be no believer in spiritualism, yet he relates a graphs on sale, containing 1,253 letters, amongst very extraordinary adventure of a M. Bach which is one written by Louis Phillippe to a (professor of music), whose son on the 4th of General, which is rather curious : May last bought at a sale a very curious, antique spinet, which he immediately made a pre
“I have seen X . He is a nullity that cannot sent of to his father. M. Bach, (lelighted, spent
be raised to power. I have had several ministers the rest of the day admiring the instrument. withont portefeuille ; but he would be a portefeuille and examined it so minutely that he at last w
without a minister." found a date inscribed on it. It had been made The mot is not bad for the old King. Nor is at Rome in 1564-no wonder, then, when asleep the following either from the Emperor : at night, that he dreamt of bis spinet. In the A Mayor had asked and obtained an audience middle of his slumbers he saw a man with a with his Majesty, in order to show him and to long beard, and dressed in the costume of explain to him some invention. He had studied Henry III.'s time. “Friend," said the vision, and knew his speech by heart; but the Emperor's "the spinet that you now possess belonged once presence so bewildered the poor man, that it was to me. It was with that that I used to amuse impossible to master his emotion; nor could he my young master, Henry III., when he was remember one word. The Emperor, seeing his gloomy. He composed an air, and words, in confusion, smiled and said: "If I embarrass memory of a certain lady he had fallen in love you, Monsieur le Maire, I will go away.” with in a hunting-party, and whom they had We have had quite a new sight in Paris, and shut up in a convent, where she had died. not a very agreeable one for those who cannot When the king was sad he used to hum the walk far. The other morning all the cabmen tune, and I then accompanied him on my spinet. announced to their employers that without their wages were raised they begged leave to retire was in a wine-country, so it was agreed that from public life; so that, for two days, not a each peasant should bring a certain quantity of fiacre was to be had, for love or money. Never wine, and thus fill a cask, and then offer it to has Paris been so silent since cabs were in the curé. The agreement was executed, and the vented. I suppose “cabby” has got his rights day after, the worthy priest having a friend to (he asked five francs a day instead of three. dinner, sent his servant into the cellar to draw a and-a-half), for I see and hear their vehicles bottleful of the precious liquid for his friends to running again. The Préfet de Police was, how taste. Judge the good man's surprise when he ever, obliged to interfere, and to order the cabs poured out water! Each parishioner, counting to run before a specified hour on the third day, on his neighbour's wine, had only brought therefore the company was in a fix.
water! And to think what a unity of sentiThe ceremony of selecting a rosière, at Nan- ment in one village ! terre, took place on Whit-Sunday, with all the The Emperor and Empress do not leave Paris customary pomp. Monsieur le Maire delivered until July, when they go to Fontainebleau for a his yearly speech on Virtue, and placed the short tive, and thence to Biarritz, I imagine, as crown of white roses on the head of the most the young prince has expressed his desire to go deserving maid in the village, while he put in there this season. her hand the 3,000 francs which accompany the I have not said a word of the “Exposition of roses, and on which the rustic swains have Paintings,” now opened at the Palais de l'Industheir eye. It is a pretty rural sight, the people trie. A portrait of the Emperor, by Cabanel, crowd to the church, round which the young attracts great attention, and is certainly very girl is led to collect sous, by the chief lady in good, but cannot be compared with that the village. The good curé seemed in his glory, ! Flacadrine painted a few years ago, and which and when I saw the smiling peasants surround-, is the portrait that will pass down to posterity. ing him, and bis not less smiling face as he de. The "refused” have no space allowed them this scended the pulpit and came amongst them, I year. They were really too grotesque in genecould not help thinking of the curé, who was so ral, and the public has had enough of them. beloved by his parishioners that, in the en- With mille compliments, au revoir, thusiasm of their affection, they determined to
S. A. offer a handsome present to their pastor. It
LE A VES FOR THE LITTLE ONES.
| It was so old and ruinous, and he knew the
people who lived there must be very poor, and BY MINNIE W. MAY.
he felt grieved in his childish heart that he had There was a little new scholar at the district neglected the forlorn little scholar so long. He school that winter. His life had come up to its was already in his place when Charles entered eighth year, though he did not look so old; his the school-room, sitting by himself, as be always face was so pinched and thin, and his carefully- did, and Charles went up to him a little timidly, patched garments hung loosely upon his small hardly knowing what to say to open an acquaintlimbs. He kept aloof from all the scholars, and ance. they seemed also to shun him. He took his “Wont you come out at noon upon the ice ? place quietly in the morning, and did not once I have a pair of new skates, and a sledge all leave it, except for recitation, till school was painted green ; you may use them both, if you over. All through the long morning he sat watching the sports of his schoolfellows, and A pleased, happy look, came into those great, Charlie Harper had often noticed that he never sad eyes, and the thin face lighted up all over. replied, only by a little quiver of his small mouth, | “Thank you!” he whispered softly, but very when the boys would taunt him with being a heartily.“ I should like to ride on your sledge, drunkard's child, and a little Paddy. Charlie's I never learned to skate. But maybe if I come mother told him one morning, as he was starting out, the boys will plague me." The old look for school, to keep his eyes open that day, and coming back into his face. see if he could not do some good, kind act, that “No, they shall not !” exclaimed Charles, would leave an influence upon some of his mates, manfully-"I wont let them. And say, Mikey, as well as himself; but Charles kept it in mind don't you want me to come over and set with as he walked on, with his satchel on his arm, you?" and along with the thought flashed the remem “Oh, if you only would !" with an eager, brance of the child, Mikey O'Connel. He wistful look in his face. “The other boys just
ed off at the end of the long lane where take their books, and set away, and it makes there were few foot-prints, except the little ones me feel as if I couldn't come any more. But that Mikey's feet had made, to the small, low mother wants me to learn so bad, and cheers me house, that had stood tenantless for a long time. / up; so I tries to forget it."
Just then the teacher came, and Charles went ! " Why, I should think your hands would ache to bis seat. It was at the other end of the long dreadfully these cold mornings.” row. He picked up his books, and went up to “They do, sometimes," was the quiet reply. the teacher's desk a little reluctantly, and as the “ Well, you take mine, and I'll go get my tall man bent to hear what his pupil had to say, sister Susan's. She is two years older than I, Charles whispered
and her hand is just as big :” and before Mikey “ Please, sir, may I sit in the end of the seat, could say a word, Charles was gone. He talked near Mikey O'Connel? I will be very quiet. / to his sister in a whisper, telling her about poor The other boys do not like to sit near him, and little Mikey's crust of bread, his bare hands and it makes him feel bad."
ears, and Susan's kind heart was touched. The teacher glanced towards Mikey. He was “I was going out with the girls to slide," she looking at him with wistful eyes, that told how said, without a shadow of disappointment in her much interested he was in the answer to Charles's tones,“ but I had rather you should take Mikey, request. He was a kind-hearted man; so he and have my mittens.” She plunged her hand patted Charles's head, called him a thoughtful into her pocket, and took out a pair of nice white boy, and granted his desire. Charles felt the mittens, which she put in Charles's hand. eyes of the whole school were upon him, and he “ And stop, Charlie; Mikey's ears must be saw the scornful smile upon the lips of many of almost froze. There's my little woollen scarf his mates; but Mikey's happy face repaid him hanging on the peg under the shelf; you go and for all he had lost in their friendship. When get it, and tie it over his ears. He might keep school was over for the morning, he drew the it, for I do not need it, and mother wouldn't satchel from underneath his bench, and taking care, I am quite sure." from it the nice cold bread and ham, the piece Charles was delighted with his sister's gener. of cake and pie that his mother had placed there osity, and it was amusing to watch the kindness for him, he moved a little nearer Mikey, and with which he tied the short, warm scarf beneath said
Mikey's peaked chin, and pulled his cap down “Let's eat our dinner in a hurry, and then go hard, to keep it on. out and slide. Where is your satchel ?"
“There, isn't that nice, Mikey?” he asked, A crimson flush shot up into Mikey's forehead, viewing his companion quite proudly. but he did not speak. Charles looked at him “Why, I should think it was summer!” was wonderingly a moment, and then with childish the pleased reply; and Mikey rubbed his hands eagerness, reminded him of his dinner. Mikey | over his bandaged ears with great satisfaction. turned bis head away, and drew from his pocket Charles was very attentive to his new friend a small crust of dry bread, which he tried to that day, and tried to shield him from the conceal from Charles.
thoughtless remarks of his companions, who, in "Is that all the dinner you've got ?" almost a mischief-loving spirit, would call after him, as escaped Charles's lips ; but he saw how hard Mikey | he dashed down the hill upon the pretty green was trying to hide the meagre lunch from him; sledge. so he leaned back in his seat, and said nothing ; “Go it, Paddy! See Pat, now, how he goes! only his little brain was planning - planning how Look out, little O'Connel, or you'll lose your he could give Mikey a part of his dinner, with breath!" .. out making him feel humbled.
. But Mikey did not mind it much. He was “Oh, mother gives me so much dinner!” he enjoying it vastly, andit seemed as if he had said, at length, taking a long breath—“I cannot never learned his lessons so easily as he did begin to eat it. Here, Mikey, see if this isn't that afternoon. His step was light and his good," and he placed a liberal supply upon the face bright, as he bade Charles good night, and child's end of the bench.
started to run down the lane, fast as he could "Don't you want it?" asked Mikey, looking make his way through the deep untrodden snow, pleased.
and in a few minutes he was lifting the worn “No, indeed; you eat it, if you can."
latch of the old tumble-down house. . “Oh, isn't it good ?" he said, devouring it! The room was dark and dingy, just a glimmer eagerly. “Are you willing I should carry this of fire upon the broken hearth, and by its side little piece to mother?"
his mother was sewing busily, while upon a low “Yes, if you wish to; but doesn't she have bed in the corner his father was lying in a deep cake?” asked Charles bluntly.
sleep. Mikey's face clouded as he glanced at “No, not now,” sighed the boy. “But I am
the sleeper, and he crept softly to his mother's all ready to go and slide,” changing the subject | 81
“Has he been off again? Did he find the
money?" Charles put his satchel back in its place, and
Mrs. O'Connel replied by a sad nod of assent. drawing on his warm mittens, and tying his cap
“Oh, isn't that too bad! Did he take the
on in over his ears, stood waiting for Mikey.
whole ?" “Haven't you got any mittens ?” he asked, Another mournful nod was the answer. looking at the little bare hands, that were placing Mikey had brought home two shillings the eventhe odd cap upon the top of his head.
ing before; the pay for some work his mother "No, I haven't,” he answered, quickly; " but had been doing, and they had caresully hidden I do not need thein ; I'm tough."
it away, lest the intemperate father should spend
it for drink. He had searched diligently for it, her darling boy, and Charles felt very bappy that after Mikey had gone to school, and by fierce night, and as if he had not kept his eyes open threats had forced his wife to make known the in vain. He went to sleep in bis nice warm bed hiding place.
| after eating his good supper, but Mikey only had She tried to retain a part of it, for they had a little meal porridge, his mother stirred upon little fuel or food, but he had taken the whole, the coals, and he crept off to his hard pallet, gone off to the village tavern, and an hour before hungry and cold. But he did not complain. Mikey, had come staggering home.
Visions of smooth, slippery hills, and sledges all “I have had a good time to-day, mother," he painted green, and merry, laughing school boys, whispered. “See here," and he pulled the scarf went dancing through his dreams, and the great from his neck, “ Charlie Harper gave me this, round moon came up and looked into the and I've got a piece of cake for you. He gave windows of the old brown house and fell directly me lots of good dinner, and came over and sat across Mikey's face, and his mother saw, as she with me; then he let me slide on his sledge stood looking at him, he was smiling in his sleep. between schools. Oh, I did have such nice Charles proved a true friend to Mikey, and rides ! He is the best boy I ever met. Why, gradually his mates came to take an interest in mother, you're crying ! Aren't you glad ?" the forlorn little scholar, and through bis
The poor mother only put her arm about her | influence Mikey was made a happy boy. Charlie little boy, and drew him close to her and kissed did not realize the amount of good he had him very tenderly, while the tears dropped upon accomplished, something to outlast his life even, his curly head.
and go on widening in influence through “Yes, mother is very glad for her little boy. successive generations. He had helped and It is nice cake, but you eat it."
encouraged Mikey. Perhaps if he had not, the “No, mother I brought it for you,” and the child might have become weary of trying and mother saw how much it would please her sunk down, making just such a man as his generous son, 80 she ate it all.
father had been, and causing more evil than “Did the boys call you names to day?" she good. asked, sadly, though she was very glad to see | So, little children, do not be discouraged her boy happy.
because you do not seem to be doing much "Not much, and I did not mind it if they did, good, and earning a great name ; perhaps, 'cause Charlie took my part."
after all, you are like Charlie, casting en Charles went home and told his good, kind influence in the right way that will last long after mother all about little Mikey, and what he had you are dead. done for him, and she kissed him and called him
not be doingetape
MEMS OF THE MONTH.
The weather is lovely, and it is exceedingly having visited Cremorne on the Derby night, when tantalizing for those who must remain in town we found ourselves in very good, though mixed, until later in the year, though they will at least company, Hyde Park, at this season, with its Rothave the satisfaction of enjoying their holidays ten Row, Regent's Park, and the Zoological Garwhen others are thinking of returning to their dens, where, on Sunday afternoons, are congrelabours. In this case is Your Bohemian, who gated la crême de la crême, and out-door amuseeven now is not at all inclined to furnish this ments generally are more to our taste than the communication, but who feels that he should thousand-and-one attractions announced in the uncommonly like to be idling at the sea-side newspapers, from the Handel Festival with before the days begin to draw in. In lieu of nearly 4,000 performers, to Madame Tussaud's, being out of town there is no more charming where is exhibited“ a full-length portrait-model resort in London, on these summer mornings, of John Wilkes Booth, taken from a likeness than Kensington Gardens, where it is our de- presented by himself to Mrs. Stratton, wife of light to walk, on our way to the City, through General Tom Thumb." a delicious avenue of pinks-out-Rimmelling Croquet and Claret-cup are in the ascendant; Rimmell in their perfume-at an hour when we and while we are glad to perceive that crinoline can almost fancy ourselves “monarch of all we is not being carried to such a length-or rather survey," since “our right there is none to dis- breadth-this season, we should inform the fair pute;" unless, indeed, we should pluck the sex that the “lawn dress" is the name of the flowers, as some senseless youth did the other ladies' new costume for the croquet-ground. day, who was very properly made to pay for his It is similar to the Bloomer costume, and is conamusement in addition to the amount of his sidered very appropriate when playing the game. depredation. We recommend this promenade The birth of a Prince is the most gratifying in opposition to the Crystal Palace rose-shows event we can record on the present occasion ; and Cremorne suppers, though both these gar- and we should note the return of her Majesty dens are “more beautiful than ever," if we are from Scotland (the 20th of June was the to belieyo the daily advertisements, and weown to twenty-eighth anniversary of her accession to