The Sun.
London, England, 1841-01-01 00:00:00

EVENING EDITION

but must content ourselves for the present with the
following extract :
There is no such thing as keeping M. Thiers stationary
for five minutes ; we might say, perhaps, for five seconds.
He sits, he stands, he sits again, and all in half a minute.
He walks up and down the room, runs, jumps, tilts on his
toes. shrugs his shoulders, raises them almost to the top of
his head, puts on his spectacles, takes them off again, and
all with the rapidity of a sleight-of.hand man on tile Place
de la Bourse.

On the e%ening in question M. Thiers spoke to every
one us fast as he could ; and perhaps in three houra said a
greater number of words than any man who ever lived from
the time of Adam downwards.

" Que voulez vous, mon cher ?" said M. Thiers to a
member of the centre droit, who had some doubts as to the
legality of arresting and imprisoning a Princess, without
putting her upon trial. '• Que voulez vous ?" and then he
went on to say, " This state of things was impossible. We
could not be bearded by the Duchess of Berry. God knows
our revolivion was moderate enough ; we merely sent them
out of France, and told them not to come beck again ;
their property, their lives, their titles all preserved to them,
and yet they persist in coming back. 1 could endure it no
longer ; I could not see the throne of the King continually
disputed by this heroine, as they call her. It became in-
dispensable to terminate all these Chouau hopes and Yen-
dean plunderiegs and rapine—and now all is finished."
Every sentence pronounced by M. Thiers during the
evening began or closed with " Tout eat foil ;" sometimes
varying it by " Alaintenant tout est fini." lie rang the
double changes on these phrases fur three mortal hours.
M. OJdon Barrot made his appearance. This was a
sort of event, lie was at that time the political anta•
,onist of M. Thiers ; for the latter was then a Connive-
nye, and the former was, what he is still, the chief of the

gauche.
M. Odilon Barret was only a lawyer under the Resto-
ration, but the revolutien of 1830 made him one of the
Commissioners charged to conduct Charles X., and the
Duke and Duchess d'Angouleme, &c to Cherbourg. lle
is a cold, calm, calculating man, enamoured of his own
views of a Parliamentary Government, and believes that
every thing may be cifected by the influence of the
Ballot. Oa the night i❑ question he was more excited
than he is wont to be, and appeared to regard M. Thiers

as a sort of prodigy.
" Eh bier ! M. Barrot," said the host to him, as be
entered the second saloon, " quo penzes sous mainte-
nant ?"
M. I3arrot replied, " C'cst trey habila, M. Ic Ministrc,"
and M. Thiers was delighted,
lie shuffled his spectacles a little nearer his eyes, doubt-
less that he might examine with more attention the move-
ments of the face of M. Barrot, and then continued,
" Nlsintenant tout est fini."
M. Barrott looked credulous, and simply said " Oui
tout est fini dans la Vendee."
This was not enough to satisfy M. Thiers.
" All is finished every where, M. Barrot, not only
in La Vendee, but every where. The hopes of the Le-
gitimists are finish: d ; the plots of the factions are
finished; the opp@sition to our wise and moderate re-
volution is finished ; the'attacks to our form of Govern-
ment are unshed ; the secret enmities of foreign Powers
are finished ; the reputation of the Bourbons is finished;
the Henry V. party is finished ; the hope of recognising
the throne i f France is finished ; the Carlists arc finished ;
they can exist no longer as a party ; all predictions so in-
jurious to a new throne and new institutions arc finished ;
in one word, tout est fini !"
This was uttered with a rapidity almost inconceivable,
and in an air of triumph almost burlesque. M. Barrot
smiled—not sequiesculace, but a little good-humoured sa-
tire, and he seemed to say, " I am glad you have finished
your harangue."
M. Barrot was not convinced by the flourish of drums
and trumpets which had just reached his ear ; but, as is
the care with all who listen to M. Thiers, ho was at least
amused.
Few men can talk brttcr, that is more fluently and "co-
zily" than M. Tillers. lie goes on and on, and on an 1
on, never hunting for a word, never seeking for a phrase;
but manceuvring with his tongue so ably that he actop
all its accents and words without your percevingr it, to ti e
emotions depicted on :your faces, or on the aucltory he is
addressing. Coleridge was more ,eloquent than Thiers,
but by no means so persuasive.