The Express.
London, England, 1860-01-23 00:00:00

M. ABOUT ON HIS TRAVELS.

M. About writes to his " couain Madeleine" that in
consequence of alarming letters from Orleans repre-
senting a holy war as imminent, he has suddenly left
Mutts for Paris, impelled by an irresistible feeling
of curiosity to see a crusade. He gives an account
of a conversation with three travelling companions
in the Strasbourg railway carriage, whose names he
declines to mention, bat whom he designates by the
ciphers 1818,1830, and 1848. He bought at Nancy
a copy of the Monitemr, containing the Emperor's
five-trade letter, which he read aloud to these three
gentlemen, whom he then addressed as follows :
" Heel wren, gentlemen, that you will cheerfully do justice
to the anther of this letter. Although you are not his friends
yen mast admit that he la a benefactor to the nation."
" L" saki the man of 1830, a cotton spinner from Rouen,
" I bless the head whiob mina sae! This letter is my death-
blow, I eat now Wisely lost, and my poor children will want
bead! Alm 1 I was happy end tranquil under the
eyes of a win end beneficent protection. My machinery, it
is true, was primitive, my capital small, and my products
nothing to boast of; but people were satisfied with my
taaadasturee so long as they could get nothing better, and
I node large rata and led a quiet life. What la to become
of me now? I must either submit to be crushed by
English companion or I mast double my capital, im-
prove my machinery, and turn out a better article ! It will
be impossible for me in any Mae to gain as much as I did
before. And why are my habits to be thus interfered with f'
Why, to mobile the vile multitude to wear stockings 1 We
are to be moridoed for the asks el the workmen and pesrnta
and all that two-legged cattle which wee not so much as ao-
counted a part ache nation under the reign of Louie Philippe.
Deer government of 1830, where art thou? I my " dear'
In the tallest and Milt commercial acceptation of the word,
ter that kovermaset allowed us to sell as deer as we liked,
and paid a imp army of custom-house °Ems to protect
high prism Why, oh why, did we allow you to run away
in 1848? We would certainly have stopped you, only the
rapidity of your flight was such that we had not time. But all
hope is not lost. lam ring bark to Rouen ; I shall harangue
my nearoscarise, and I will make them rise in rebellion
against an odious government which would enrich them at our
espenas. Let all the manufecturas follow my sample. and
before six months are out we shall have raised the mar es,
sad, thanks to our operatives, shall have restored the throne
of the bourgeoisie."
"hty dear sir," raid the men of 1848, " I em a tneaufeetaree
se well as you. I employ a thousand honest people, who are
devoted to me, sad would lay down their lives for me. They
gain on an average three francs a day each, and this sum is
far from aufilledent to meet the wants of a family; for every-
thing is dear in France, from the loaf of bread to the labourer's
.moot-hock. But whenever the programme of the imperial
letter owns into operation all the necessaries of life will be
cheaper, and my men will be richer without my paying than
a son the more.'

" Well, but you yonreelf will be power; foreign competi-
tion will compel you to lower your prices."
"No doubt. But if toy profit' diminish one-beif, I shall
produce terke as much. There will be no want of mummers,
you may be very sure. We have several millions of French-
men who now walk barefoot, end It will hike more than •
week to make stockings for them aIL"
Gentlemen," interrupted the man of 1816, "1 arm new-
vented lapel! shout these Midge, and our legitimate neve-
reigns thought HMIs more of them than I do. Henry IV.
did indeed ray something about • fowl In the poor man'. pot
on Sundays, but neither Lock the Great. Lents the Well-
Beloved, nor Louis the Desired, ever demeaned themselves
6o far an to think about what our serf. pat on their fret. It
may very possibly be that the letter In quad= will be wee-
, able to the common people; so mach the make room why
honest men should withhold their approbation ham it A
true Frenchman preen to anger under his !midi:cam king.,
according to the immemorial nesse of the monarchy, than to
be prosperous under an usurfir."
" You take it mighty ," replied the republican. " I
am no friend of Napoleon II , for he violently overthrew my
party just as my party wee preparing violently to overthrow
him. But I prefer on enemy who dose me good to • friend
who does ma ham."

GARIBALDI.

Garibaldi has oddroossol Coe following letter to the mynah
of Lodi

Sir,--The Lombards have already shown, and will ever
show, themselves worthy of the liberty they hays recovered.
Of all the geese of Italy, Lodi was not the last to lA', with
the ardour of s people delermined to be free, the great Italian
learns which wee to effect her deliverance. At Pallid!' and
Leguano Lodi gave her vote and the blood of her eons. She
now offers her gold for the tame noble cease, ana to-morrow,
if need be, her generous citiz.ne will uphold in ante the fair
fame of their fathers, by fighting. an they did, against the
enemies of Italy. I am most grateful, In the name of our
common oountry, to the palest* and all the beloved and
sympathetic) population of Lodi, and with all infection sub.
I wire myself their meet devoted " G. GARIBALDI.
" Finn, Jan.ll."
The following letter was ed.:tressed by General Garibaldi
to Colonel Samuel Colt, who had made him an offer of •
haodred rides :

" Noble Colonel Colt, an adoptive citizen of the peat re-
pnbl c,
proudof belonging to the =IMMO oanseof the peoples,
I accept with gratitude, in the name of my country, your
benevolent and rumen, offer.
" The arrival of your arms will be hailed amongst us, not
only u the mat.riai eupport sent by a brave man to a people
fighting for Ito mow sacred riglits, but R. the powerfully moral
aid of the great American nattma.-1 em, with affection, your
devoted "Q. QARTIkLDI.
" Fun), Jen. lb."

The Russian censorship hes prohibited the per-
formance at the Preach Theatre of St. Petersburg of the
fears Prato*, by ♦lexander Dumas, jun.