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OUR PARIS CORRESPONDENT.

MY DEAR C

honour of the old Emperor, whose memory his Ever since the elections our political horizon nephew has very cleverly invoked before the has continued cloudy. All wondered how his public by every possible means, and writers are Majesty would act in the dilemma ; rumours prolific in their anecdotes on the illustrious whispered a probability of a “Coup d'Etat" if founder of the reigning dynasty. Amongst the Corps Legislatif became too troublesonie, others, those on the hatred between Napoleon and and the manner in which that body was sent Madame de Staël, continually in hostilities with home for the summer months, urged on that each other. The Emperor exiled the celebrated way of settling the question. Then the projected lady, but she, in revenge, wrote books against “ Senatus Consulte,” for the modification of our bim, which now serve his enemies as arguments constitution, brightened up the hopes of the against the then all powerful Cæsar; this sanguine, and the general amnesty accorded by proves that ladies always will have the last word. the Emperor on the 15th of August, his fête Some insinuate that the origin of Madame de day, and the hundredth anniversary of the birth Staël's hate is not so pure or moral as might be of Napoleon I., seems to have calmed the expected, that is if the following anecdote be Parisians a little, although the wise observations authentic: Talleyrand one day gave a grand fête of our venerable senators in their discussions on to young Bonaparte, Madame de Staël in converthe momentous question irritate our nerves and sation asked him who, in his eyes, was the first almost make us think that Government is only woman in the world, alive or dead. * The one,” amusing us a little; but it is the firm belief that replied the general, “who has given birth to the more liberty we must have. En Attendant most children." The lady bit her lips, and for a Commerce is very slack, and villany, very moment remained silent, but endeavoured to prosperous. Mr. Pic, editor of the “ Etendard,

overcome her surprise by observing that the a gentleman thought to be rolling in thousands, general had the reputation of loving women very proved to have been robbing an assurance office little. “ I beg your pardon, Madame," returned for years, with the aid of the cashier, Mr. Bonaparte," I love my wife very much indeed." Taillefer. What use inspectors are, good. This was an answer to a letter that Madame de ness knows, and there is never an office in Staël had written to him a few days before, and France without an inspector. Mr. Pic has in which she had said : “It is one of the errors twelve years' hard labour for his pains, but he of human institutions that alone can have given is considered worthy his Majesty's pity, so that you for spouse an insignificant créole, the gentle a petition is signed for the mitigation of the and tranquil Madame Bonaparte;, it is a soul sentence. The Saint Napoleon brought train- of fire like mine that nature had destined for a suls and trainfuls of visitors from the provinces hero like you.” Napoleon thought otherwise. and from foreign parts, and Paris swarmed with So great was the enthusiasm in Corsica on the spectators to the yearly festivities, which differed 15th that the trees themselves took fire, and a but little from those of the preceding years. whole forest burnt in honour of the dead hero; The opera was besieged for the gratuitous it is like the chestnut tree in the Tuileries garden, representation, as early as three o'clock on the the 20th Mars, that buds forth every year in afternoon the day before, where, in spite of a honour of the imperial family. little rain, the "amateurs” remained, dining and The Empress went to Cherbourg the other breakfasting on the spot, not the least curious day and slept on board her yacht ; a lady's scene in the day's rejoicings. And what a rush whim. As early as seven in the morning she when the doors were opened, and what enthusiasm was up and alone with Madame Carette, her when the general approbation was excited ! and only lady in attendance with her, was on shore these untrained judges are often very good walking about the pier, and happening to meet critics, and exact good execution, which the a man who had attended her on a former visit, artists know, and, generally speaking, vie with she stopped him, had a few minutes' chat on each other in displaying their talents to the best things around her, and slipped a twenty franc advantage. The people also are very jealous in piece into his hand, with a gracious smile into being served as well as if they paid for their places ; his heart on leaving him. The poor dear lady at one of these first gratuitous representations, has been passing a very monotonous season at a lady "en petit bonnet,” was very indignant at St. Cloud, a séjour that she dislikes very much at seeing so many singing at once in the choruses. any time : when palaces abound, one becomes " It is only because we are poor people and do difficult. She and the Emperor also, while away not pay,” said she, “the lazy creatures ! that an hour or two, the other day embarked on they sing all at once to get it over sooner, it's a board a small boat at St. Cloud and went up the great shame, the Emperor ought to know it.” Seine; and to the great amazement of the Every theatre this year had its “contate” in dancers, landed in a village called Puteaux,

where the Parisians love to hie to eat rabbit and like, but nodivine inspiration. Monsieur Renan “tip the light fantastic toe.” Fancyif the appear-, seems to have undertaken the arduous task of ance of the august personages interrupted their putting things in order on high, and of disarraydance! Their Majesties seemed to enjoy them- ing on earth all heavenly things. The young selves extremely, and appeared half inclined to Cavaignac who, last year refused to be crowned dine on rabbit and “piquette," the small sour at the distribution of prizes at the Sorbonne, by wine in the environs of Paris, in the open air, the son of his father's greatest enemy, the under the bowers of creeping vine, the palace of Prince Imperial, was this year examined for, those joyous children of the capital. However, and received a B.A. Monsieur Patin, a learned they did not indulge in that caprice, but professor in the university, was questioning returned to St. Cloud. It is thought that the him on the tragedy of " Cinna.". The young Emperor will not leave that residence this man had to read verses on ambition, which year, Eugénie is soon to start on her oriental say that when ambition is satisfied, our mind tour. She is to go Lyons and be received in never being contented, aspires always to somestate there, but after that she will travel incog: thing else; and not being able to remain The Emperor has "come down handsomely," stationary, would rather descend when at the having given his wife several millions of francs height of power. The last words are these : for the expenses of her journey; a good example to other husbands, who sometimes are very " Toujours vers quelque objet pousse quelque désir, “screwing" when their poor wives want a Il se ramène en soi, n'ayant plus ou se prendre, trifling addition to their quarterly allowance. Et, monté sur le faite, il aspire à descendre."

Marshal Niel's death was rather sudden ; how many of our men in office are taken offí At this last verse the professor stopped the The other day it was Monsieur Troplong, young man, and said: “There is in our President of the Senate, and now it is our war contemporary history an historical word that ininister. The Emperor wished the marshal to might be compared with these lines of Corneille.” be buried at the Invalides, but the dead warrior That word was said by a great citizen, wbo, at desired to repose between his father and brother the height of power, pronounced these words, at Muret, their family residence, and his wife “I will not fall, I descend.” The General insists on his last wishes being accomplished, Cavaignac, the young man's father, pronounced so that after the grand funeral accorded him those words. Tears came into the son's eyes, the other day at the Invalides, the corpse was and the audience were about applauding, when conveyed by train to Muret. The Marshal the professor quietly said "continue, sir." began his career under Louis Philippe and was This action has been much commented, and highly esteemed_by the Orlean princes. In Monsieur Patin may be sure that he at any speaking of Mr. Troplong, reminds me of the rate will not be named Senator. S. A. present President of the Senate, Monsieur Rouber, who, it is said, cannot cease to regret bis ministry; as for Madame Rouber, she can

THE GOOD OLD MAN. scarcely turn round in the petit Palais du

Linger yet awhile, old man, Luxembourg, and curses hard fate that has

We do not wish you to go; deprived her of her spacious residence at the

For cheering is your smile, old man, ministry. I ask, wbat would she do were she To each toiler to and fro. reduced to the house she was born in, or even Linger yet awhile, old man, the one she inhabited before her husband

Linger yet awhile: played a part in the government of the empire ? We shall miss that smile, old man; There are renewed rumours abroad of Mon

We shall miss that smile. sieur Hausmann's intentions of resigning office,

As the ripple upon the lake, old man, and giving up the Hotel de Ville to another

At eve and at morning's glow, occupant. What will poor Madame Haus

Looks up and laughs in Sol's face, old man, mann do should such a thing happen to her, From the duite depths below; after living so long in the handsomest and So that smile comes on your face, old man, largest palace in Paris ?

From a heart at peace also ; A passing thought from "la vie parisienne :" We shall miss that smile, old man, all the chefs-d'auvres of human genius are in When you to your long home go. the dictionary. The secret is to choose the

Linger yet awhile, old man; right word and put it in the right place.

We want you here to show, Monsieur Renan has again sent forth his

That life spent as a life should be prose, and after “La vie de Jesus, “ Les

Is heaven begun below. Apotres,” we have now St. Paul arranged à la Then linger awhile with us, old man, Renan; that is in a very clever and poetical And teach us while you may: manner, but not exactly as Christians love to see For us it is befter ; and you, old man, their favourite apostle. A man of genius all you Are ready to go or stay.

LEAVES FOR THE LITTLE ONES.

KING GOLDENHAIR. much like a young wood-god, though he did

not know it; a power of enchantment seemed (An old tale retold.)

to breathe through his being, and he thought he

could hear the silky foot-steps of the silent fairy The house was in an islet of the forest, just crowd, like a river in the air, gliding around where the tall trees stood apart. The eglantine him. with its little four-leaved rose, and the honey- All at once light streamed through the dark suckle with its fairy trumpets overran its walls, sweeping boughs of the fir-trees, and there sat and shaded its casement-windows. In the -oh, so wonderful a being! Her light silvery summer-time gay lights and shadows twinkled garments half hid, half disclosed a form which on the ground, luxuriant creepers hung their seemed made of condensed moon-beams, her silver blossoms in the sun, and deep velvet ver- eyes shone like stars, and she span, with a crysdure clad the turf beneath.

tal spindle, a fabric as fine as a cobweb, and In this house Goldenbair was born. His nodded her graceful bead to Goldenhair, and real pame was Godfrey, but his mother, who sang: died when he was only five years old, called him Goldenhair, and King Goldenhair, for his “The snow-white Finch, the Rose of gold, hair shone like gold, and though he was the

The King's crown 'neath the billows cold.” youngest of the family, he was taller and stronger than any of his brothers, who might She might have sung more but her thread have been jealous of his superiority to them in broke and she disappeared immediately, like an every way bad not Goldenhair been quite as extinguished light. The moon, too, hid her generous and good-natured as he was strong face under a cloud, so that it was totally dark. and handsome. When the children went into Goldenhair's brothers, with a perfect bowl of the depths of the forest to pick berries, or to terror, sprang one this way, and the other that, search for booty from the rushy dyke, Golden- and the children lost one another. hair would run on in front, armed with the Day and night Goldenhair wandered in the bough of a tree, and the others would follow spacious forest, but he did not find one of his after. In this manner they would pass through brothers, or his father's house, or even a trace the gloomiest thicket, and even when the moon of foot-steps, for he got into the thickest part of peered through the slender tops of the dark fir- the woods, whose recesses were like mipstertrees; and then Goldenhair, who was a very aisles, and where an almost death-like silence fanciful boy, would speak of forest-ladies, and reigned. Here stood majestic pines which had would call the changing masses of cloud, never felt the woodman's axe, and dark between which they saw overhead through the branches showed the oak's proud trunk, like some chiefof the many trees, plumed hunters returning tain's scarred and frowning tower. The blackfrom the chase, and the tiny winged loiterers berries, which grew around in profusion, stilled which the laughing summer brings, and which his hunger and quenched his thirst, or be would repose at night in the painted cups and bells of have miserably perished. At last, on the third flowers, fairy-folk in splendid masquerade, who day, the forest grew lighter and lighter, and kept their joyous pranks a mystery from mor- Goldenhair presently found himself in a pleatals, but his brothers did not understand what sant green meadow, over which nets were he meant, they never did when Goldenbair spread, for a fowler lived near who caught the talked like that.

birds which flew from the solemn forest and One evening the children had tired them- carried them to the nearest town for sale. selves out with their sports in the forest, and “Such a boy is just what I want,” thought Goldenhair especially had so overheated him the fowler ; "his good looks would help to sell self in play that his face glowed like the sky at my birds.” So be flung a net over Goldensunset. 'He had now fallen into one of his hair, who had laid himself on the sunny grass dreamy moods, and paused to hear the otter and was gazing with a poet's rapture up into the rustling in the sedgy mere, and the echo near deep blue sky, and told him laughingly that he the haunted oak, which gave him back his words was a prisoner now, and must stay with him so strangely, but his brothers wanted to go and learn to catch and sell birds as he did ; home, and broke in upon his pleasant visions. and Goldenhair was willing to remain where he “Let us get out of the forest,” said the eldest was, for he fancied one must lead a merry life boy, "it begins to grow dark.” “See, there is amongst the cheerful birds. You see he had the rising moon!" said the second. "I want lost his mother, and his father thought more of my supper,” cried the third ; come on, Golden- golden guineas than of golden locks, and though hair !"

he loved his brothers, he was quite weary of But Goldenhair stood quite still, looking very searching for the home he could not find.

Goldenhair's beauty, as the fowler anticipated, and presented by a lady, who was perhaps brought him many customers, but before long more generous than judicious, with a suit of it was whispered about that the handsome, velvet, in which he looked like a young prince. graceful boy must have been stolen by his em- It is true the gardener's wife took the clothes ployer, who was bandy-legged and pock- from Goldenhair and put them on her own son, marked; and poor Goldenhair got black looks but Jack, to her great mortification, did not and sharp words from his master in con- know how to move in such dainty garments, sequence.

and begged for his fustiaa jacket and corduroy * Let us see what you have learnt," said the trowsers again. fowler one day to the boy. Goldenhair took “Out into the forest !” said the gardener one the net with a smile of careless sweetness, and day to Goldenhair, “bring me a wild rosehe almost immediately caught a beautiful snow- stock, that I may graft garden-roses upon it." white finch. He was so pleased with his Goldenhair went, and returned with the most success, that he did not observe how dark with lovely gold-coloured roses, which looked as if anger his master's face was, as he inquired on they had been maoufactured by the cleverest of his return how he had come by the wonderful goldsmiths for the table of a king. His delight bird.

at the beanty of the flowers prevented him from "It is not a bird,” said Goldenhair, fervidly, observing how astonished and grave his master “it is, it must be, a spirit !"

looked as he inquired how he had come by the * Ah, so I thought,” replied the fowler, “hut rose-stock. I do not wish to have anything to do with “I found it in the forest,” said Goldenbair, witchcraft. Be off; you are in league with innocently, “but I think it was sent me from the evil one!". As he spoke he thrust Golden- Ell-land.” hair roughly from his door and out of the mea- “I have hitherto taken your part,” said the dow, and he would have barbarously crushed gardener, gruffly, “but I shall do so no longer. the beautiful delicate finch under his feet, but Perish these enchanted flowers! You are in she slid through his fingers like a ray of light, league with the evil one !" and darted alost with a heavenly scorn, bathing As he spoke he thrust Goldenhair very her snow-white plumes in the azure of the sky. roughly from the garden, and he would have Goldenhair watched her till sbe was lost to his ruthlessly destroyed the beautiful rose-stock sight, and then went sorrowfully, but yet hope- but he wounded his fingers so deeply with its fully, back into the forest, and tried again to guardian thorns that he flung it with a maledic. find his father's house. Day and night he tion over the garden wall, back into the forest, scrambled over mossy stones and the stems of where Goldenhair presently found it, and fallen trees, and often stumbled, and often carefully planted it amid the cool green found himself entangled in the briars and bram- moss-beds from which he had taken it, bles, but he was no more successful in reaching and not one of the slender leaves drooped, but home than he had been before.

the tiny golden roses seemed to wink their yelOn the third day, however, the forest again low eyes with quite a significant meaning. grew lighter, and Goldenhair found himself in a Goldenbair stood to admire the beauty of the beautiful well-kept garden, full of all kinds of flowers for a little while, and then went sorrowrare plants and flowers, so fresh, 80 sweet, it fully, but not hopelessly, into the forest-deptbs, seemed a place where angels might repair and and tried once more to find his father's house ; tune their harps amid its fragrant bowers. but, though be bent his steps this time in quite The gardener did not at first see Goldenhair, for a new direction, his efforts were attended with the boy stood under the tall sunflowers, and as little success as ever. his golden hair shone in the sunshine just as On the third day the forest for the third their blossoms did, but no sooner had he caught time grew lighter and lighter, and Goldenbair sight of him, than he said : "Such a boy is just suddenly found himsel standing beside the what I want; his good looks would help to sell blue sea, which spread before him an immeamy flowers," and he shut the gate of the gar- surable distance, and the heavens seemed like den, and told Goldenhair that, as he had entered another blue ocean hung on high : the sun was without permission, he must now stay, and glassing his face in the mirror of the deep, and learn to tend and sell the plants and flowers as the waves all around were like liquid gold, and he did. Goldenhair was willing to do so, for he upon them floated pretty pleasure-boats, with fancied one must lead a luxurious life amongst long, flying pennants. Some fishermen were the lovely scented blossoms, and he was quite in a graceful bark on shore, into which Goldenweary of searching for the home he could not hairstepped, and looked with admiriog astofind. Goldenhair's beauty, as the gardener nishment at the glorious scene around him. anticipated, attracted the attention of the ladies "Such a boy is just what we want,” whis. who bought his bouquets, and brought him pered one of the fishers to the rest. "His good many, customers; but, before long, the gar- looks would help to sell our fish." dener's wise grew jealous of the attention la. And immediately they pushed from shore. vished upon the new comer, for she had a son Goldenhair was willing to accompany them, for of her own about Goldenbair's age, whom she he fancied one must lead a charming life on the loved dearly, and while her boy was treated as shining billows, and he was quite weary of a rustic, Goldenbair was courted and caressed, searching for the home he could not find. The

She spoke so kind, last Tuseday,

When at the well we met: “Jack, give a lift! What ails yon? Say! I see that somethin''s wrong to-day:

What's wrong to-day?"
No, that I can't forget!

I know I'd ought to tell her,

And wish I'd told her then; And if I wasn't poor and low, And sayin' it didn't choke me so

(It chokes me so), I'd find a chance again,

fishers threw out their nets, but caught no fish.

“Let us see if you are more fortunate," said an old fisherman, with silver locks, to Golden. bair.

With unskilful hands the boy sunk the net and fished - a crown of pure gold, and exquisite workmanship !

“Triumph !" cried the old fisher," and knelt atGoldenhair's feet. “I hail you as our King! It is a century ago since the last monarch, who had no heir, dying, threw his crown into the sea, and said until some fortunate one, destined by fate, should draw it thence, the throne must remain without a successor.”

We hail you as our King !" said all the fishermen, and they set the crown on Goldenbair's youthful head.

The fame of Goldenhair, and the news of the recovered crown, spread rapidly from vessel to vessel, and over the sea into the land. The golden billows were soon covered with little coloured boats, and with ships adorned with flowers and festoons of green.

These all greeted with loud jubilee the bark which contained Goldenhair. He stood, the crown upon his head, in the forepart of the boat, and placidly watched the crimson setting sun sink to rest. His golden hair waved in the evening breeze. Many noble resolutions, and many beautiful dreams were his that night. All honour to young King Goldenhair !

ADA TREVANION.

Well, up and off I'm goin':

She's in the field below :
I'll try and let her know my mind;
And if her answer isn't kind,

If 'tisn't kind,
I'll join the ranks, and go!

I'm but a poor young fellow,

Yes, poor enough, no doubt :
But ha'n't, thank God, done nothin' wrong,
And be a man as stout and strong,

As stout and strong,
As any round about.

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