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announcing the accession to the throne of English spectators as were present, and sugthe new king, in a little salon in Verona. gests Mr. Elliston in the mock procession

By and by, as a certain fighting captain, and mock coronation robes, lifting up his whom he afterwards thought it a fine pride hands and giving the pit bis benediction : to call “ M. Bonaparte,” was spreading his “Bless ye, my people !” terrors over a yet larger area, the Doge, Everybody seemed bent on giving him an who allowed him shelter in his alsatia, be- opening for a “point.” Even that far-seegan to grow a little uneasy, and with a grossing “M. Bonaparte” forgot these dramatic indifference to divine right, hinted to the propensities of his, and was so injudicious as newly made king that he had best withdraw. to convey to him a proposal to dispose of his So splendid an opportunity was not to be royal rights in petto. There was an opporthrown away, and taking care that he had a tunity not likely to recur again ; so he gets clear space round him, again he“ struck" out his old royal furniture and decorations, an attitude.

fits on his gold paper crown, and begins his “I am r-r-ready to depart,” he said to the stamping and striding: not alone for M. astonished officer; “but, before I go, e-rase Bonaparte, but for the sovereigns generally, from the Gee-olden Book the six names of who will receive their letters by the next my family, and give me back the see-word post, and draw weary sighs over the closely which my ancestor Henry the Fourth gave written Bourbon writing. It was a mistake, the republic !” two unmeaning and melo- a sad blunder of M. Bonaparte's. He should dramatic requests which, it is scarcely nec- have been wiser : and, curious to say, the essary to add, were not complied with. It acting on this occasion was decent and claswould be unreasonable and unjust to the six sical, and not nearly so exaggerated as ancestors to expunge them from that distin- usual; for he declined the offer with a cerguished volume; and to the sword of the tain dignity, and said that he was conscious great Henry, which would no doubt fetch its how much “M. Bonaparte" had done for price as a valuable relic, he could have no the good and glory of France. But at the shadow of a title.

same time where the minor actor, too long No man ever had such opportunities for restrained, broke out-he was THE SON OF these attitudes. There seemed to be a sort SAINT LOUIS! and he might be allowed, of Providence in it, which furnished him with a certain appropriateness, to give them with decent opportunity. Even on crossing the well-known sentiment, TOUT EST PERDU the St. Gothard-when a bullet grazed him FORS L'HONNEUR! It was considered among

- he was not taken by surprise ; and in that the Bourbon followers, that this neat" tag” lonely pass, and with no greater audience utterly extinguished the “Corsican upstart." than a simple guide, he contrived to “strike” No doubt, he never raised his head afterhis attitude once more, and delivered this wards, and the train of subsequent reverses sentiment: “If the ball had passed a single might reasonably be attributed to that fatal hair's breadth lower, the present Keying of thunderbolt. France would be called Charles the Tenth!” On a later occasion he played with a suitOh, note the atmosphere of foolery these poor able dignity, but still when it was so easy souls lived in !

to play with dignity that he deserves no unWe might call him the Elliston of the common credit. On the news of that wholeBourbons—Charles Lamb's Elliston. The sale freezing out at Moscow being brought marriage of the Duc d'Angoulême furnished in, and every true British heart being frana fine opportunity for a neat tag. A dismal tic with joy at “the low Corsican upstart” sort of solemnity it must have been ; but being thus exterminated wholesale by the when the curtain was about to come down, mere force of the elements, the lord mayor the “heavy father” was observed to come and corporation of the city of London deforward to the footlights, and made the termined to celebrate the event with more newly married pair this pathetic speech : than usual festivity; and, with the ques“ If the kee-rown of France was all roses, I tionable taste which seasons the proceedings would give it to ye cheerfully; but as it is of that body, sent an invitation to M. Louis all thorns, I keep it for myself!” A richly Capet at Hartwell, praying him to come and comic scene, which must have amused such drink pottle-deep to the confusion of those who had been frozen, en masse, like frogs in my Lord the Duke of Penthièvre's Regia pond. M. Louis Capet the Eighteenth ment, Gentleman of his Highness, Fellow of sent back a firm but respectful reply, declin- the Academies of Madrid, Lyons,” etc. ing such indecent rioting over the confusion High by, on the same shelf lies a Royal of his countrymen, not his enemies. And Army List,, which though dated '89, must yet, by and by, in compensation as it were, have been for the preceding year; and here must burst forth the old element, spoiling we cannot find M. Florian's name among all; for we find him with that eternal pen the lower grades of the Penthièvre Dragoons. of his in hand, writing to the Emperor of The conclusion is, that M. Florian must have all the Russias, and entreating, with an in- been plunged abruptly into the rank of capfinite burlesque, grace, and consideration, tainship, without probation in the lower defor the French prisoners “my children' grees : a precious, because unconscious, bit (mes enfans)! How the autocrat must have of testimony to the rotten organization of smiled over the comic notion.

all things in this fatal year of break up. It Though our popular idea of him is that is hard not to suspect our illustrious subject fat, rolling, good-natured, mulish, dull, of playing a little mild Egalité game, cowrong-necked order, which is the hereditary quetting as he was with the “strong spirits," Bourbon type, there were points of excep- and writing cold letters of advice to the untion in him, not quite so harmless. From lucky king. He was known to have prophbeing a looker-on all his life, a lounger at esied some sort of moral earthquakes. There the windows with his arms on the balustrade was that scene of his going to register the of the balcony looking down in security at edict, after what was comically termed a Bed what was going on below, he had become a of Justice, and when his coach got surrounded cautious, knowing Bourbon, almost crafty. with an excited mob, who were hampering We have our suspicions of him from the very the horses and blocking up the street. My beginning, from those days when-having a Lord "Sir" is presently seen, thrusting itself forecasting of the revolutionary business— well and conspicuously out of the coach winhe kept himself in a sort of neutrality. We dow to address the coachman. All the mob hear of him shut up carefully in his little round him hear him say in a clear ringing apartments whence he scribbled his epi- voice, “TAKE CARE TO HURT NO ONE!” grams, or what he called his epigrams, for Shout, as of course from mob, for tenderthey are mostly of a very poor quality. He hearted prince, who is escorted home in was lying in wait, as it were, fearful of com- tempest of vivas! This may be a hard conmitting himself, and we may suspect, was struing of a simple well-meant action ; but playing a little Egalité game of his own. As yet the exhibition of that prominent royal he looked on, he had little quiet pastimes of torso at the window, suggests irresistibly a

He sent out satirical pamphlets, bit of the old theatrical manner. The tempwhich are not at all satirical. He wrote an tation of " striking an attitude " before such opera called the Caravan. There were numer- an audience, even on the disadvantageous ous institutions which bore his name, “ Mon- boards of four wheels, was not to be resisted. sieur." There was, “Sir's " theatre : “Sir's”. “Never, never shall I desert the king !" journal; and “Sir's" printing press, where did he assure the great breechless, who were no doubt were printed his own.lucubrations. unquiet and afraid he was about stealing off On this very desk lies a copy of Florian's like the other emigrants. Not a month after, Estelle, that elegant screed of namby-pamby, when the unwieldy berline was rumbling which has been printed at “ Sir's" press : along the paved road to Varennes, my lord and the typography is, in the language of the the “Sir” was skulking along in disguise, curious, exquisite. The lighter strokes of presenting at the various posts an old frayed, the letters are fine as hairs, and the whole well-worn passport, filled in with the name effect is clear, clean, sharp, and brilliant. of “ Michael Forster," which he had picked On both sides of the binding, flames out the up somehow. It fared better with the sham fleur-de-lis. On the title-page, dated 1788, Michael Forster than with the courier of the we read M. Florian's military apotheosis, sham Baroness Korff. Who was the real “ Captain of Dragoons, in his Highness', Michael Forster ? The sham Forster was certainly true to the letter of his promise to the arrangement was a little lawless in its the mob; he did not desert the king, for he origin, we would all be spared much travelfled with him.

his own.

ling. The laquais de place of Rome, and For a man with so dramatic a turn of Venice, and Florence, would be sadly out of mind, the incidents of that splendid restora- work and would retire from business. At tion to Paris in 1814, must have been sin- book auctions is now and then offered a sugularly gratifying. Never were such gorgeous perb work known as the Musée Français : a scenery, appointments, and decorations. All series of costly plates, exhibiting as French the costumes, too, of the genuine sort, and property the “ Transfiguration ” stolen from worn by real supernumeraries belonging to the Vatican, and other matchless treasures. the country they purposed to represent. I think it is pardonable in Frenchmen “ The army” of William Tell was but a poor never to forget the bitter personal mortificathing to this exhibition. All eye-witnesses tions to which that return of the Bourbons who had rushed over in flocks, were dazzled exposed them. It almost amounts to an inand bewildered. Emperors, kings, and dividual degradation. Some one has deprinces, were to be seen in thick groups. scribed his walking abroad in the morning They were cheap in those days. Everybody across the gay Place du Carrousel, and seehas read and heard of, and perhaps seen, too, ing men with windlasses and tackle busy that gorgeous kaleidoscope, which kept turn- slinging the glorious Venetian horses, their ing and turning for many days, showing gilding resplendent in the sun, down upon Russians, Poles, Cossacks of the Don, Tar- wagons, to be packed in great cases, and tars, Germans, English, Belgians, all blended marked we may suppose, “VENICE — Rein a dazzling mass of color. What a thea- turned Goods." What rage in the roused tre, too, for such a spectacle—no other than bystanders as they witnessed this direct afthat gay city of Paris ! The Russians pick- front! Of another morning, an English lady eted in the Elysium fields—the Cossacks, -80 she has told the writer of these short with their long spears, cantering through the notes—enters the grand galleries of the LouPlace Vendôme-the rude Blucher, eager for vre, full of the gayety of those gay times, to general sack and blowing up of bridges— see the wonderful treasures ; by and by, as these things are all familiar to us. There she is sitting, resting after her fatigues of are large colored prints to be seen, crowded peripatetic picture-gazing, she hears a heavy with figures, representing “ The Entry of the tramp afar off, and gradually drawing nearer. Allied Sovereigns into Paris !” when every Then, enters a dark mass of soldiery, marchLegitimist heart was made glad. With all ing four deep, which spreads itself out in a these accessories, we may be sure the huge long line, long as the gallery itself-the Engcentre figure—now, alack, a very obese Bour- lish Rifle Brigade, with the familiar buglebon, and an abdominal personification of horn on their caps.

“ Halt!" (in the EngDivine right—was not slack in availing him- lish tongue), and the muskets presently fall self of the opportunity, and struck “atti- on the smooth oaken parquet. Enter then, tudes " for the “ Allied Sovereigns" all day men with ladders and hammers; and the long.

business of taking down the “ TransfiguraThere is one thing we can never forgive tion" and the other noble picture sets in. that bevy of sovereigns—that ruthless strip- Not without silent protest in the shape of ping of the city of all those cosmopolitan most mournful scowls and clenching of teeth, treasures of art which had been stripped from floods of hatred and disgust, at the stolid other cities. What a Vatican had Paris the Saxon invaders. Beautiful been now, with all that plunder! In the life of that “ Corsican upstart," as And yet had the “ Corsican upstart” but it was part of the true British political reconducted himself decently at Elba, it was ligion to call him, were many dazzling days signed, sealed, and agreed that the French and nights, which in his last dismal prison, were to keep all these famous spoils. We it must have been some consolation for him who

go down to the sea in ships, in the mail- to dwell on. But there was none colored boats of the South-Eastern, need have jour- with a more delicious fascination than that neyed on no farther. Everything would night of his restoration, when, very late, he have been focused satisfactorily; and though I stood at the foot of the Tuileries staircase, and, in a blaze of light, old familiar faces M. Guizot's stony and coldly classical mepoured down to meet him; and there were moirs. Who cares for that aping of the tears and smiles, and intoxicating joy. No English Government—that sham ministry wonder that he held that, to be the happiest and sham opposition, with the doctrinaires day of his life. In the midst of the scene, and the rest of the jargon ? In the midst of some bright lady found her foot strike against all we still have the fat figure, with the coatsomething rough upon the carpet, and look- tails held up, gorging itself on rich dishes, ing curiously, discovered it to be a yellow and staying its stomach between the courses fleur-de-lis sewn on over the golden Napo- with “picking little pork chops," dressed in leonic bee. A true sham, fatally typical of a peculiar way. Truly said the rather gay the Bourbon hold on the sympathies of the lady to whom he wrote, chiding her for becountry; and the noble ladies present, with ing more gay than she should be, to this efmuch mirth and laughter, fetch scissors and fect, that the wife of Cæsar should be above rip out every one of those flimsy ornaments. suspicion: “I am not your wife, neither

The turbulent spirit of Haydon, weary of have you the slightest resemblance to Cæbearding Academicians, found its way across sar.” Very false was the Talleyrand bon to this strange scene. No one has given so mot, coined to order for the Count of Artois : vigorous a picture. He went up, and saw " There is nothing changed in France ; there Divine Right going by to chapel, with the is only one Frenchman more"-paraphrased newly converted Marshals Augereau and bitterly by the wags of the day, when all the Marmont holding up his coat-tails. “As world was going to see that distinguished they lifted up his coat,” says this fine noble stranger the giraffe, newly arrived at his nature always in protest against baseness lodgings in the Zoological Gardens : "There of any sort_“I felt scorn to see human be- is nothing changed in France; there is only ing so degraded.” He went to the theatre one beast more.” So he goes on to the end, where they were giving Hamlet, and at par- picking his pork chops daintily in his fingers ticular passages saw the whole pit start to between the courses, and with the renegades their feet, and shriek furiously, “Bravo ! holding up his coat-tails. From the fat bravo! Down with the English! Down mouth proceed at times feeble puns, and with the English ! ” Mr. Raikes, the well- when the last hour of the Last Lewis has known man about town, was there at about arrived, he passes away with a calembour. the same time, and at the theatre at Com. piègne, where they were playing Vive Henri Quatre, and other popular tunes.

After all, it is not so much a man or a The world is very familiar with the heavy race, this odious Bourbonism, as a kind of vengeance taken by the followers of this false spirit or faith. There are hints of it in most Christian king on their enemies, the other countries. Wherever there is an oldlegalized shooting down of brave soldiers, fashioned, immovable mulishness, that is and the organized destruction of hunted out- cruel and pitiless, that will listen to no adcasts by Royalists. We walk down the Lux- vice, that sticks by old shams and effete embourg gardens among the nursery-maids, forms, there is Bourbonism more or less. and are shown where the bravest of the brave The grand feature of all is, that whatever be was “fusillé.” There are ugly associations the cruel teaching, they LEARN NOTHING. with restored Bourbons. Oh, blind, infatu- That biting Talleyrand wrote their epitaph: ated race!

THEY HAVE LEARNT NOTHING-FORGOTTEN There is nothing in the world so dreary as NOTHING. This is the moral to be drawn the fasti of this reign. It may all be read in from the story of The Last LEWISES.

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POETRY.-Col. Mulligan's Child, 434. Waiting, 434. Earl Russell, 434. Things Hoped for, 466. Our Country's Call, 467. Socks and Verse, 467. Winfield Scott, 471. The North and the South, by Mrs. Browning, 480. The French Princes, 480.

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Destruction, 471. Mudie's Library, 471. Parson Brownlow, 476. Epigram, 476. The Adopted Birds, 479. M. de Lamartine's Letter, 479.

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