Monsieur Mocquard is a person of European importance. He is
the Secretary of the Emperor Napoleon, and is supposed to be the artificer in chief of those Imperial periods, over which Europe when they are uttered falls periodically into trances of impotent contemplation. Monsieur Mocquard has, however, lately covered himself with ridicule. He has disclaimed as "a most audacious forgery" a letter written and inserted as his production by our very impertinent young friend the Owl. There is one allowance to be made for Monsieur Mocquard's indignation. The letter con- cocted by the Owl, though tolerably idiomatic, was full of gram- matical blunders, evidently not misprints, blunders enough to horrify any Frenchman, but which attributed to him must have nearly caused the Imperial scribe a fit of apoplexy. The Owl is still very young, and being a clever owl Will learn French syntax in time.
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