Things are not pleasant in Paris. The arrival of the
ci-decant aristocrat who aspires to be Mirabeau, and is only Mephistophiles, does not matter much, but the applause which follows him where- ever he goes does. "M. Rochefort," Vicomte de Lucay, has really done nothing for the Revolution, except write pasquinades against the Imperial family ; but because he has done that, because he represents hatred to Napoleon, and that only, Paris roars after him, he is to be elected Deputy, and the Moderates will not even venture to contest his return. That is a very bad symptom. So is the inveitment of money in England on Parisian account, and so, above all, is the hush of terror which is visibly beginning to pervade France, and which, as we have pointed out elsewhere, has almost rebuilt the position of the Emperor. The single good symptom on the other side is that the Republicans are breaking away from the Enrages, and that every" nonjuring candi- date," except Rochefort, will be opposed by a real Red, Emmanuel Arago fighting Felix Pyat,—who, by the way, is not as wild in policy as in language,—Glais-Bazoin M. Barbe.s, and Cretnieux Ledru Rollin. We sincerely trust these candidatures will be maintained, and that the reasonable Reds will at least take a census of their following. They are simply mad in allowing their cause to be discredited all over Europe by language such as is now being employed in Paris.
