hour of the night amongst the rebels. One man had his little boy with him; another hung himself from despair. More than fifteen hundred have been taken in all, and are most of them at the fort of Bicêtre, where there was nothing ready for their reception-a very distressing position for those who are innocent of all but a little curiosity, and who are there pell-mell with the scum of the city. A gentleman who visited the fort the day after the capture describes the scene as heartrending; respectable married men separated from their families, elegant young men protesting their innocence, many in tears-one lost his senses, and has been locked up alone-all asking to be judged found from what we most dread-a revolution. On their refusing to descend or let go the horses, The editors of two newspapers, the Rappel and orders were given to cut them down. Then followed the Réveil, are in prison for expressing this cries of pain, and soon all were reduced to opinion. What is certain is, that the Paris obedience; more than a thousand were led to elections have deeply irritated Napoleon, par- prison that night, amongst whom were many ticularly that of M. Thiers, to oppose whom, harmless citizens there from curiosity: amongst they say, Government spent two millions of others, two prefets who received several blows francs, and yet he carried off the palm. It is from the police, and are now very ill. The his quality of Orleanist that annoys. Say what Baron Rothschild was for a moment arrested. one will, the émeute was a very fantastical one; One of our chief magistrates was near being a comedy, a kind of show, where the Parisians taken; he was recognized by one of the police, in open carriages paraded the boulevards half or he might have had the pleasure of interrothe night, as on Mardi-gras, ladies as well as gen-gating himself as to what he was doing at that tlemen; and the turbulent party amused themselves in breaking lamps and kiosques, and in singing the "Marseillaise," or in vociforating "Vive Rochefort!" the police never being there when these intelligent amusements were going on, but arrived in time to arrest the innocent spectators, who, if they protested, received a blow with the fist or the foot to bring them to reason. Thieves profited by the uproar on the boulevards: one was seen helping himself to his neighbour's watch. Seeing that he was caught, and the sergents de ville (policemen) approach, he cried, "Vive la Republique,' preferring the prospect of a few days' imprisonment for seditious cries, to a few months for theft. They say that half those who are arrested are known fre-iminediately, longing to prove their innocence quenters of prisons, and all had money on them. One man had eighteen thousand francs; one party says given him by the Government to pay the rioters, others by a conspiracy formed against the Emperor, but then one cannot believe half that is said at such a time, and few believe in a conspiracy, although there have been several domiciliary arrests. Paris of fered a very singular aspect during the three days of alarm. Thousands of people flocked to see what had been done during the night, and to listen to the on dits, more or less exaggerated; and, as soon as night approached, on the boulevards, and all that part of Paris to Belleville and La Vilette (faubourgs), the shops were closed, the upstairs' windows opened ready for the spectacle. Groups assembled in the streets: on their faces might be read anxiety, fear, and a good amount of curiosity. Mischievous boys now and then ran past, crying, "The Cavalry! the Cavalry!" Away rushed in every direction the frightened groups, in the midst of the expression of their opinions. Then by degrees they reformed again, only to be dispersed in the But at last the cavalry did arrive. A guard of Paris who was there told your correspondent that, poor as he was, he would have given a hundred francs not to be there. Police and soldiers had been placed in every issue in the main road where the rioters were, and then they (the Guards) were ordered to gallop at full speed, and thus push them into the hands of the po lice: backed by the infantry this was soon done, and the officers then summoned the foe at bay to surrender. The scene at that moment was in describable; some seized the horses' bridles, others climbed the trees, vociferating with rage and excitement, but escape was impossible. same way. and to escape from such a horrible position. How much wiser, if really the rioters were not paid by government, to have let them sung the Marseillaise and ery "Vive la Republique, vive Rochefort!" or vive anyone else until they were tired without the interference of the police, as they did in a town in Normandy, at St. Lo, where an official candidate was elected, after which his partisans armed, carrying torches, went in bands in the middle of the night after the election, and cried, down with "les rouges, à bas le Progrès," before the houses of the partisans of the liberal candidate, without any interference of the police. Well, let us hope that the effervescence is over, and that the innocent will be able to prove their non-culpability. Their majesties drove in the daytime through the places of tumult to prove that they were not afraid, and were, says the official paper, greeted on every side with sympathetic acclamations. The Viceroy of Egypt arrived at the Elysée Palace on a visit. The Empress has promised to go to the inauguration of the Canal de Suez in November. We have also had the Queen of Holland, but these visits have been quite left in the back ground by the agitation of the elections and the émeute. The theatres even were empty, and those who were there seemed to have one ear in the house and the other on the boulevards. At the last races, where you English were so beaten by French horses, it was remarked by an observer, that fresh buttercoloured hair, which threatened to supplant the red, has not succeeded, nor has the simplicity of dress we anticipated been more fortunate, though with such changeableweather as we have had all this summer, n thing light and airy can be worn; for if we have one sunny day, we have at least a week of rain and cold after in compensation, and the fashionable world loiter longer in the capital this year than usual. Thus the Princess de Metternich, the Austrian ambassadress, continues her fetes. She had the "sans gêne" to invite the Emperor to one the other day, which caused almost as great an agitation in her world as the "émeute" in the public. All the evening was spent by her guests in expectation, but his Majesty did not go. What little leisure we have to think of our neighbours is given to your bill on the Irish Church. Will it pass? or will it not pass? Many here see the fall of the lords if they refuse to confirm the commons' judgment, but then they judge after their own sympathies, and all would like to see the separation of Church and State in England; even the catholics, who would not wish to see the same separation in France. Methinks these are critical times in both nations, and it requires a clear head and a steady hand at the helm to get us through the breakers on all sides around us. But God is great! " we His claimed the préfet, "I hear that you are displeased with the préfecture, what is the matter?" The pompiers looked sullen, but said nothing. "Come," continued the préfet; "tell me what has displeased you ?" Well, your honour, if you will know," answered a stout peasant, are not pleased; why should we? Pray, why were we omitted when all the pompiers in the other villages were called to line the road for the Emperor and Empress when they visited Tours: we are as good as the others, I should think!" "Dear me !" replied the préfet, "I am very sorry at the negligence of my people." Then putting his hand to his forehead, as if to recall some remembrance: "Ah, yes, I recollect now, to be sure, the Emperor was so vexed at not seeing you there, I quite remember the circumstance now. 'Thank you, Mr. Préfet,' said his Majesty, for your reception, but why did I not see amongst the line of pompiers along the road my brave pompiers of Allou ?" " Majesty said so? He really noticed our absence?" "Of course he did; and added: 'we shall be coming this way again soon, and I hope, Mr. Préfet, you will not forget my brave pompiers of Allou." " "Vive l'Empereur!" cried all the delighted pompiers in a chorus. "Yes," continued the préfet," and the Empress also; the last words she said to me, as I led her to her carriage, were: How much I regret the absence of the pompiers of Allou; pray, Mr. Préfet, tell them how much we regretted not seeing them." "Vive l'Impératrice!" broke out the more and more delighted pompiers, and quick each ran home, put on his regimentals, seized his drum or brass instrument, and came to escort the préfet out of the parish with every honour. The witty préfet laughed in his sleeve, for he knew that he had gained all their votes for the official candidate by pré-flattering their vanity, and one may imagine that the tale has been the laugh of the country since the elections. Au revoir, S. A. During the riots, the Countess d'Assailly was forced to alight from her carriage by the rioters, and she was obliged to return home on foot, almost frightened to death, particularly when she saw that her dress was covered with blood, though how it got there no one knows. The Duchess of Doudeauville also went out with her powdered lackeys, and was greeted with shouts and dirt thrown at her carriage. That reminds one of the mot of the Duchess de la Force at the first revolution, when the mob had just bedaubed the coat-of-arms on her carriage with dirt: “ que voulez-vous," said the Duchess; "c'est la canaille qui substitué son blason au mien!" 66 Just before the elections, a "préfet" in Touraine, not long arrived in that country, went round to visit the different villages in his " fecture," to see if he could not warm the enthusiasm of the electors for the official candidate. Everywhere he was received by the municipality (every village has its mayor in France), and the "pompiers," (firemen, a village authority also), with great respect and favour, but in the village of Allou he noticed that the "pompiers," headed with their band, were absent: he immediately guessed that something was wrong. "Why, Monsieur le Maire," said he, your reception charms me, but where are our faithful pompiers ?" "Ah, Monsieur, they would not come because they are not pleased." "Not pleased! and why? Do they want a new flag? here is a bank note to buy one." "No, no sir, it is not that, but they are not pleased." "Come tell me what is the matter." "Oh, I do not know, but they are not pleased." 'Well, send for them that I may speak to them." The pompiers were sent for. They came to the préfet, but in 'blouse," without their uniform or music, in a ¦ word sans cérémonie. "Why, my friends," ex 66 PERSEVERE. The fisher who draws in his net too soon For, if you would have your learning stay, LEAVES FOR THE LITTLE ONES. Outside you saw but a small brown househomely, and with the marks of many storms upon its honest old face-set in the midst of a large, rambling yard, after the fashion of farm-houses generally, as if, having so much ground to dispose of, they did not know exactly how to arrange it, and so just let the fences wander around as they pleased, without any especial directions as to where they should go or what they should enclose. Around the house were crowded apple and pear, cherry and plum trees, in the greatest irregularity, but most delightful abundance, giving to the place a comfortable, homely look. Howbeit, it was now winter, and their scraggy, wide-spreading branches were bare and ungainly enough, yet were they pleasantly suggestive of bud and fragrant blossom, and luscious summer fruits. Inside you saw-where the lights, and fire, and hum of voices, and "stirring" were-a low; square room, with a huge fireplace at one side, red and warm, with a great glowing fire, before which sundry Christmas" goodies" were being finished off for to-morrow's dinner. A little to one side sat a man, placidly smoking, now dreamily gazing into the coals, and now turning to admire the busy little woman, his wife, who was evidently the originator of, and active agent in all this stir, and warmth, and home-comfort. Near the centre of the room sat a young girl preparing fruit, also for to-morrow's dinner. While at the farther side, but where the warmth and light still reached, lay eight-year-old Charlie, or Rosy-cheeks, as he was oftener called, stretched at full length upon the lounge. Charlie had gone there, in the first place, as much to get out of the way as for any other reason. For sitting or standing near the fire he had found rather tiresome, not to say vexatious, to be kept continually moving first to one side and then to the other, in order to be out of the way. "Now, Rosy-cheeks," his mother would say move a little; I am really afraid I shall fall over you, or knock you into the fire pretty soon." "And I am in constant danger of slicing you up for one of these large red apples," "Janie would add. "Oh, dear!" said Charlie at last, "I wish I was away somewhere, and it wasn't winter, and tomorrow wasn't Christmas, nor anything!" and walking disconsolately over to the lounge, he had lain down, resting his cheek upon his soft, fat little hand, and feeling that he was at least out of the way. Indeed, men and boys are always sadly in the way on such occasions as this. They do very well when the cooking is all done, the table set, and the chairs drawn up; for then, what is wanted is some one to do the eating. Ah! they are very useful then. Rosy-cheeks watched his mother and sister for a time, and then his eyes rested on the fire. He felt so exceedingly comfortable now, with the winter wind whistling shrilly outside around the corner of the house, and the glowing fire in front of him, the soft cushioned lounge beneath him, and his chubby hand for a pillow. "Oh, hum!" gaped Charlie, and thought how easily he could go to sleep just then and there, but that it was against all rules for him to go to sleep on the lounge, and so, of course, he must try and keep awake until some one was ready to put him to bed. Meanwhile his eyelids grew, oh! so heavy, it seemed as if weights were hanging to them. Then suddenly he remembered about Santa Claus, and jumping up he ran to the fireplace and fastened securely on the nail the little red stocking, which his mother had laid out for the purpose. to let Santa Claus come!" said he, and went back "I do hope, mother, you'll go to bed in time to the lounge. From thinking of Christmas gifts and sports, his mind wandered off to the gay summer, just past. He tried to recall how it all looked then, out in the fields and woods, where, now, was but deep snow and bare trees, and he wished so much that it could be summer now, instead of dreary, biting winter. So natural is it for both young and old to long for that which they have not, and to delight in dwelling upon the past or future, instead of contenting themselves with present joys. He remembered with special delight his charming rambles in the woods, where the squirrels played at racing, and the merry birds sang all the day long, as if there were nothing but mirth and jollity in the whole world. "Oh, dear! how I wish it could be summer now," said he to himself. "I wish I was a fairy, and lived in Fairyland. There it is summer all the time." As Rosy-cheeks wished this, he suddenly found. himself in the midst of the loveliest garden, all fragrant with "lily-buds and roses." The trees were green with heavy summer foliage, and some were loaded with the richest fruits. The birds were singing, and the branches waving, while all about floated the warm air of summer-time. The grass was thick, close shaven, and of the liveliest green. White-sanded walks wandered off here and there among the trees and flowering shrubs. Back, where the shade of the trees was darkest, mounds of mossy rocks could be seen with crystal waters gushing from their sides, and flow. ing down among the stones and roots with a soft | ness, and she laughed so immoderately that she tinkling sound, most musical to hear. At the was obliged to lean against a lily-stalk until she end of the broad walk which led from the centre could recover herself. of the garden, and up which the ground rose gradually, a marble palace glittered in the sunshine. Turret and dome, tower and pinnacle, each was of snowy whiteness. While Rosy-cheeks stood entranced-breathless, there issued from the palace door, a troop of beauteous beings, dainty in form, and gorgeous in attire.. They danced gaily down the grassy lawn which encircled the palace, singing in sweet, flute-like voices, a merry little ditty. Rosycheeks caught the words now and then, as their song rose in louder strains. We dance, we sing, Alike to us day's golden light, The last words were repeated softly at Rosycheek's side. He turned and beheld one of the glittering little fairies, almost loaded with roses, pansies, and lilies, which she held in her arms and gracefully offered to Rosy-cheeks. “Oh, you delicious little mortal!" said she, laughing merrily. "We all know you well. You are Rosy-cheeks. And so you wish you were a fairy and lived in Fairy-land? A fairy you cannot be, but you shall stay with us for ever, if you like. Is it not all very lovely? But come, now, and I will show you more closely the palace yonder. But first take a sip of dew from this fragrant lily-cup." As she said this she held out to Rosy-cheeks a snow-white lily. Rosy-cheeks thought that it was indeed a sip, as he saw but one or two drops of dew in the lily. However, being in Fairy-land, he determined to do as fairies did. So, seizing the lily, he endeavoured to lift it to his lips; but, alas! the grasp of those fat little fingers was too much for the delicate lily, and it fell in fragments to the ground. Rosy-cheeks, quiet mortified, began picking up the petals. "Ah, well, never mind!" said the pleasant little fairy; we have thousands more just like it. Follow me, and we will go to the palace." Then away she flitted, now floating like thistledown in the air, and now skipping lightly among the flowers. Rosy-cheeks followed, tripping as gently as he could after the fairy, and as he was anxious to be as fairy-like as possible, he tried to float in the air too; but, instead of floating, he suddenly found himself lying on the ground, among the pansies and mosses. This was too comical for even the little fairy's polite "Oh, Rosy-cheeks!" said she, catching her breath, "Don't try floating yet awhile; you are altogether too fat for that. You look as if you had been fed on plum pudding all your life." Poor Rosy-cheeks! He began to feel as if he wouldn't object to a small dish of plum-pudding just then, and secretly hoped they would offer him something a little more substantial than dew to eat when he reached the palace. Fairy Daisy, being at length composed, and Rosy-cheeks having scrambled up, they started up once more. Daisy's tiny feet skimmed lightly over the grass, while Rosy-cheeks, following closely behind, unconsciously tried to adopt her airy gait, and he succeeded-much as a little turtle might, floundering along after a swiftwinged butterfly, and endeavouring to imitate its motions. Arrived at the palace, Rosy-cheeks had a better view of the wonderful carvings which adorned the cornice, windows and doors. These were of the most delicate and exquisite workmanship. None but fairy-fingers could have wrought them. Daisy touched a golden knob, and the door flew open, and, as it swung back, Rosy-cheeks saw that the hinges, also, were of the purest gold. Upon entering the hall he was almost dazzled by the variety of colour and brilliancy of everything. The floor was paved with alternate blocks of gold and silver, while the ceiling and sides of the room glittered with precious stones of every colour, arranged to represent bouquets of flowers. Down through the shining hall waltzed Daisy. When near the lower end she turned and led the way into another room, not so large as the first, and square in form. This room was quite as magnificent so the hall-carvings in marble, relieved by glittering bouquets of gems, adorned the sides and ceilings-while windows of the softest tinted glass admitted the light. In the centre of the room stood a circular table of marble, and in the centre of this towered a huge bouquet of natural flowers, dewy and fragrant. Numerous dainty dishes of crystal and gold covered the remainder of the table. Around it were seated the same merry fays whom Rosycheeks had seen dancing on the lawn. "Ah, now," thought he, "I shall have some dinner." The radiant little fairy Queen rose, smiling graciously, as Daisy came near and presented Rosy-cheeks, telling her where she had found him, and that his desire was to dwell in Fairyland, and enjoy perpetual summer, mirth, and idleness. The Queen said she was rejoiced to see Rosycheeks, and hoped he would never wish to leave them, and bade him be seated by her side. The fairies who acted as waiters at the table immediately offered him the choicest dainties of the feast. The first was in a golden dish with a tiny golden spoon, and Rosy-cheeks delighted himself with thinking that he was going to have some warm, rich soup-possibly oyster soup, of which he was extravagantly fond. He took the spoon and tasted-alas for his oyster-soup! He found it possessed a very insipid taste, but most delightful perfume. "That," said the Queen, "is something very delicious. Knowing you were to dine with us, my fairies all toiled very hard to procure a quantity. It is crushed peach and apple-buds, flavoured with the dew from clover-blooms gathered an hour and a-half before sun-rise." The Queen evidently considered this dish as something wonderfully fine, and Rosy-cheeks, not wishing to offend her majesty, endeavoured to look pleased, and tried to eat of the mixture. However, the poor little fellow was now really hungry, and thought longingly of his mother's plentiful table, her beef-steak, bread and butter, broiled chicken, &c. Tears filled his eyes, which the good Queen noticing, asked the cause. "Why, Rosy-cheeks, what is it? What would you like?" said she. "A little bread and butter, if you please," said Rosy-cheeks in a modest tone, never doubting but what there was plenty of it in this grand palace. "Bread and butter!" almost screamed the Queen. "Bread and butter!" echoed all the little fairies in horror. "Or else some meat," said he, thinking perhaps this would be better. "Meat!" fairly shrieked the Queen. "Meat !" again echoed the little fairies; and then they all looked so perfectly shocked and disgusted, as to be utterly unable to utter another word, but sat with their eyes widestretched and their hands upraised, as if their fairy-wits had entirely left them. Rosy-cheek's face grew very red, and he felt much as he did that day at school when a boy called him "baby," and he sent him "flying" as he expressed it. He clinched his fist down under the table, and partly rose from his chair, but, upon second thought, concluded there were here rather too many to send "flying" all at once, so, contenting himself with a fierce scowl, he resumed his seat. The Queen now explained to him, in a very dignified manner, that "although those things which he had asked for were doubtless well enough for such coarse mortals as he had been living with, yet they were so extremely gross, and disgusting, that no well-bred fairy ever mentioned, much less touched them." Rosy-cheeks felt quite awed at the Queen's manner, and resolved to conform to their ways as much as possible in future. The Queen soon after rose, and taking Rosycheeks by the hand, led the way out to the lawn. Here the fairies all joined hands and began singing, while they circled and waltzed over the grass. They moved very swiftly, and with the most airy, graceful whirlings and evolutions imaginable, Rosy-cheeks tried to imitate them as closely as possible, for he was very anxious | to please. But his fat legs and high-laced boots made him dreadfully clumsy, and he felt that he was not doing it quite like the fairies; still he flattered himself as people generally do when dancing-that he was very graceful, for all that. The fairies, however, thought him so awkward, that they could scarcely restrain their laughter, and one of them whispered to another, yet so loud, that Rosy-cheeks could hear her plainly-" He acts for all the world like a monkey or baboon, doesn't he?" Rosycheeks now tried harder than ever to be light and graceful, until his dear little legs fairly ached. The fairies kept dancing on unwearied, sometimes almost flying over the grass, until they were far away from the palace in a wild, but lonely valley, and here they danced, and sung, and played their fairy-games till midnight, and Rosy-cheeks was almost ready to drop with hunger and fatigue. The Queen, seeing how much they were enjoying themselves, told them that if they liked they might dance until sunrise. At this, Rosycheeks, despairing of sleep or rest, broke down entirely, and cried and sobbed most bitterly. "What is the matter, my dear?" kindly asked the Queen, "I want to go to bed and to sleep,” said Rosy-cheeks. "To bed!" sneered the saucy little fairies. "No wonder you grow so fat, sleeping all the time !" But the good-natured Queen bade them be still, and told Rosy-cheeks that, if he wished, she herself would take him to his home. She then led him gently away towards the palace, and he was soon in the same beautiful garden where he first beheld Fairy-land. "And now," said the Queen, "let this be a lesson to you, Rosy-cheeks. Always be content with your condition and surroundings in life. Try to see the bright side of everything-to enjoy the winter as well as summer-time, to love your mother and be thankful for her kind care. Then you will be a good and happy little boy. Now lie down on that mossy bank, and you will soon be asleep." Rosy-cheeks did as he was bid, and when he awoke the next morning it was to find himself in his own bed at home, with sister Jane kissing him on mouth, cheeks and eyes, and crying"Merry Christmas, Charlie-merry Christmas!" He was quite bewildered at first, but at last managed to say " Oh, dear, I am very glad I am home again!" "Home again 1" said Jane; "why where have you been?" "In Fairy-land," said he. Oh, you have only been dreaming!" said But Rosy-cheeks could never be made to believe that it was "all a dream." He had the pleasure of finding his stocking full to overflowing. A little later all his cousins came, and they romped, and shouted, and eat |