The Paris Correspondent of the Times telegraphed to Thurs- day's
Times a curious prediction by a somnambulist, who, he says, had read his thoughts, when he had placed his hand in hers. He, therefore, asked her how the political imbroglio would end. She replied by describing the voting of a new Assembly, a vote given in that Assembly to return to Paris, and then to decide on the continuance of Marshal MacMahon's powers. The chief of the Cabinet ventures to declare that the Marshal cannot allow the discussion of that question, but the Assembly puts aside the ob- jection by a large majority. The Cabinet and the Conservatives leave the Assembly. The Marshal sends a Message dissolving it, and the Assembly declares the Marshal guilty of high treason. Twenty-four hours later, the somnambulist sees a great struggle going on in Paris, the Army in conflict with the representatives and the people. One of the Generals falls. The second in command succeeds him, and the Army triumphs, and proclaims this General, who had assumed the command. The somnambulist would not give the name of the General who fell, lest she should expose him beforehand to the bullet of some fanatic. All that is very minute, but not by any means so very unlikely, at least, to a Conservative imagination, but that it would be easy to fancy it. We suspect the Republicans will have much more sense than to fulfil it.
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