Signor Luchesi Palli, the brother-in law of the Dutchess of
Berri, has just married an actress of the theatre San Carlo at Naples. Thiers has been hissed in the theatre a Florence, and obliged to leave the house in consequence of the clamour raised against him. The mot remarkable circumstance to be noticed is the state of per- fect tranquillity which universally obtains throughout the entire king- dom of France; and which I venture to predict will be very little, if at all, disturbed by the elections flaw all but fixed. The next in import- ance is the beautiful harvest with which we arc blessed, and the fine vintage which appears to await us. The field crops, though somewhat later than usual, are in every respect finer than in average years. The vintage will, I trust, prove equally excellent ; for although when I was at Fontainebleau, ten or eleven weeks since, the vines were five weeks arreur of ordinary seasons, they now present the most promising appearance.—Lerier from Paris to the Times.
It is added, that there are no beetles this year, though ;last summer they were gathered in France by the bushel.
A mutual passion had been formed between a young clerk of Paris and Madame B____., a married lady, residing near St. Ger nain, who, though approaching the age of forty, was still handsome. The clerk, a few mornings back, paid a visit to the lady, and informed her that he was about to travel for ten months, but was resolved not to go without her; and, on her objecting to elope with him, declared that if by five in the afternoon he did not receive from her a promise to accompany him, he would come again to the house, and, if certain signals were not answered, he would ring the bell. Should this bring her husband to the door, the clerk assured her that he would first shoot him, and then de- stroy himself. Madame B—, though under the greatest agony dur- ing the day, remained firm to her resolution. The appointed hour arrived ; the signals were made ; and, being unanswered, the bell was rung with great violence. M. B— rose to go to the daor ; but his wife threw herself at his feet, and entreated him not to stir ; but he broke from her, and had his hand on the lock, when the report of a pistol was heard. On opening the door, M. B— stumbled over a dead body, the head of which, split by the contents of the pistol, was lying on the step. On seeing this horrible spectacle, Madame B , who followed her husband to the door, fell dead at his feet. —French Paper. [The French penny-a-line gentlemen arc at their wits-end ; but it is remarkable that when obliged to have recourse to their invention for paragraphs, they supply something of a more sentimental and romantic turn than our purveyors of accidents and offences, who seldom get beyond a well-dressed young woman precipitating herself over Waterloo Bridge.]
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