29 MARCH 1856, Page 14

THE. PRINCE IMPRETAL TEAT "its eyes are blue !" was

one of the telegraphic messages which announced the first appearance of the Emperor Napoleon's possible heir. A gentleman whose political penny tracts have ob- tained some notice has taken up the subject of these ultra-loyal demonstrations in Paris for ridicule. He has given us, also in a penny pamphlet, " The Latest News of the Imperial Infant, com- municated by submarine telegraph direct from Paris" ; and his satire scarcely goes beyond the inflated absurdity satirized. The following passages speak for themselves. Although we only ex- tract the startling points of the drama—the " fastigia rerum "- the reader can easily trace the course of the story which is told : the first development of infant life, the alarming accident that interrupts the course of events, the supervening of a catarrh, and the happy ending.

" BY ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH.

"Paris, Saturday Morning, 2 a.m. " Bulletin.

"His Highness the Inperial'Infant rolls its eyes in an alarming manner. These is slight strabo in the left eye. Lips wide apart. Twitches of left 'cheer-at Intervals. The Imperial Prince appears to be slightly out of sorts. "Signed,CONICEAU. BARON P. DuBois.

" RAYEa: " JOBE= DE LAMBALLE." " BY 'ELEcric TELEGRAPH.

" Paris, Saturday, 12 tr. m.

" The youngest of the 144 sub-nurses engaged in attending on the Infant Prince having accidentally spilt some candle on the Imperial Infant's robe, has hung herself in her garters in a frenzy of loyal self-reproach. Franee mourns th& untimely end of this susceptible female, but, remembering the noble enthusiasm which occasioned it, irradiates the tear of pity with the generous sunshine of an approving smile.' (Emperor's own words upon hearing the catastrophe.) "

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" BY ELECTRIC AND SUBMARINE TELEGRAPH.

" "Paris, 5a. tn. " The Infant Prince, at about half-past three this morning, sneezed.once. Chorus of nurses sneezing immediately followed the catastrophe. The In- fantTrince is at present consoling himself by- sucking his thumb. His •

countenance wears a peaceful but slightly imbecile expression. This arises from the exhaustion of the sneeze.

"Signed, " Commen.

" JGBERT DE LAMBALLE."

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" Bulletin. "Sunday Morning, 101 a.m. "The Infant Prince is-decidedly better. He has swallowed a jujube dis- solved in water, warmed to the temperature of 40 degrees Reaumur. Pulse natural. Mouth a little open. Fists clenched. Countenance placid, but unmeaning. No more bullethis will be issued.

"Signed, " CONNEAUi "

&c. &o. &c..

" BY ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH.

" Paris Sunday, 8 p. m.

" The restoration of the Imperial Infant to health has given rise to re- newed rejoicings. Illuminations on a splendid scale. Grand transparency in the Boulevardes des Cadavres. Design : an indignant baby trampling on the cap of Liberty. Flight of Roman candles a. Is 'Vatican' let oil in the Rue Chacun son Gout. Butchers and bakers graciously directed to sell meat and bread at half-price to the Faubourg St. Antoine. One hundred thousand criminals generously let loose out of gaol. Peremptory directions sent down to the estAtes of Chateau Margaux and Lafitte, that a double crop of grapes must be produced this year and the wine made from the extra vintage presented to the ouvriers of year, Lyons, and the chief towns of the empire.'

There may be inaccuracy in particular items of these announce- ments, but in the main' they are as near to truth as some which have been furnished by our own correspondent" to other jour- nals, or by authenticated electric 'telegraph. We all know the grand events of bal-rydom ; and if they are made the subject of im- perial scrutiny, or imperial proclamation, loyalty itself usurps the functions of satire, and disarms ridicule by anticipating it When the potentate of Central Africa had dined, a band of trumpeters blew a blast- to let the sovereigns of the earth know that they might sit down to their dinner • we laugh, bat the permission is not more ridiculous than the impetuous haste to tell us, as a political fact which will not brook delay, that " its eyes are blue."