The celebration at Paris of the Three Days has passed
over in the utmost quietness, with the exception of a row rather than a riot at its close, between some young men, who had been dining together, and the Police. Such at least is the version of the story given in the private letters. The Messager des Chambres speaks mysteriously of blood-stains observable at the Pont d'Arcole, and insinuates wounds, and we know not what more,
• against the guardians of the night.
In the midst of the rejoicings of Paris, an event has been an- nounced which was well calculated to render grave the least thoughtful of those that mingled in them. The brief and painful existence of the son of NAPOLEON has at length terminated. He died at Schcenbrunn. His disease was consumption. Well and truly has it been said, "We know not what a day or an hour may bring forth." Of all improbable things, the most impro- bable, at the time when the birth of the King of Rome was hailed by the rejoicings of France and the exultation of his victorious father, would have been the announcement, that NAPOLEON should find a grave at St. Helena, and his son at Vienna, both of them outcasts from the land which then so fondly cherished them. MARIA LOUISA is said to have been so deeply affected by the death of her son, that her life was despaired of. The amiable manners of the young prince had, we believe, greatly endeared him to the Court ; and of his grandfather he was said to be an especial favourite. Some of our neighbours would have us believe he was taken off by slow poison. Cui bone ? Whom did his living injure ?
Marshal SOULT has returned to Paris.
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