The Sun.
London, England, 1859-08-15 00:00:00

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promote, in every waY,Lits •welfare :and
went.
• "An unceasing devotion. to these objects, and a
gteadyadherence to the political 'principles I have
avowediwill, I hope 4 enable me to gain,and to re-
tain, the confidence, and esteem of the, people of
nertford.,

Improve.

" I shall take an early opporttinity :Of waiting
upon each elector personally ; end;"lru~x►bly solicit
jug , your, suffrages, I remain,., geintlemen, your
faithful friend and servant,
• 'r
"'ROBERT DIMSDALE.
"Essendon-ulaee, Aug. 13."

TEE FETES AT PAI?18.

(From the Timei.).
Yesterday, when London was almdst empty, when
our squares were Solitudes, -and Pall-Mall "was a fit
place for silent reveries when every, Englishman
was gone to rest under his Own vine anel,under his
own fig tree, or Was afoot to survey', other' men's
vines and other men's fig trees, Paris was 'decked
forth in all her bravery—Paris was welcoming
home her victorious Emperor and 'her triumphant
army. 'The army of -Italy is' come back to enjoy its
glory. From, the. long straggling suburb to the
gorgeous city every place,which afforded the possil
blhty of ' a view had its eager_ 'gazer, and every
FrenchlOinan; from the ducheise to the Idodiste,
from the bourgeoise to the dame de la Halle, camp
fdrth in her choicest adornments to congratulate
the victors in the bloody fields of Montebello, Ma-
genta;,and Soifer*. To them it was no. question
what was the inducement to those fierce fights, or
what are the advantages gained by these, dearly
fought victories. Enough for' them, and rightl;
enough for them, that French Men fought and that
Frenchmen were the victors. Perhaps, looking far
back into past clays, we might think that the feet
of a grand spectacle would alone have been suffi-
eient,tp draw the crowd and to make those ker-
chiefs wave ;.and that, were the cause more dubious
and the result less flattering, the great triumph
would have been as grandly celebrated as it was
yesterday morning. Paris is returning to her old
lessons and is indulged again in her old delights
Military displays; trophies froth far-oft countries;
bronzed veterans who carry in their faces tokens
of the toils and .dangers.they have endured, again
pass in processionthrough herstreets. Paris is again
what Rome was "in' her prime. The PariFilti
damsels.of to-day glitter and rejoice as their grand
mothers glittered and rejoiced when the; conquerors
of all Continental Europe passed before them to re-
ceive Thgr4elconie:' It .was two generations ago
when those glad days were,:and the old sights have
newly gilded all their
,glories. It is, quite . one
generation'sinCe the rebound of that great impulse
came, and the moral of the old drama is forgotten.
All 'Paris .now is joyous, without a-fear:for the pret
sent.or a doubt for the future.

'The'tinperor has fairly earned his triumph. He
entered Paris yesterday at the head of the troops
whom he had .led to victory., While the National
Guard and the Army of .Paris kept the ground clear
for the military spectacle, and. pressed back all who
- might interfere with the line of the splendid
pageant, the Emperor, surrounded. by his Guard of
Honour and his Staff, led the way from the Place
de la Bastille. Four Austrian standards, carried by
soldiers chosen from,. the four Divisions of the
French Army, were borne after him, and the cap-
tured guns spoke to the sews of the populace the
story of the Campaign. Then 'came the long line of
Infantry in their campaigning equipment, and a
magnificent selection of the. Cavalry of the Guard
closed the imposing cortege I Slowly along those
wide-Boulevards, ;which" seem to have been devised
for scenes like these, and which would appear to be
far more aptly measured out for such triumphant
processions than the old Via Sacra; this powerful
engine of consummated victories and this living
reality of force advanced in serried order. • The
power which had broken the military strength of
Austria was' present, not in monotonous, long-
drawn, feeble columns, as we in our narrow streets
are accustomed to parade and eke forth our scanty
force, but in broad masses. The people of Paris
could look Upon that Army, and believe that it was
capable of any conquest, and, perhaps, it suggested
possibilities to many a Frenchman's .mind which
may not be easily or cheaply eradicated. Everything
had been prepared with a precision in spectacular
arrangement which only a .UrPuchm.a.v.
Vendome that great square was occupied bank above
bank by every notable of Paris whom the exigen-
cies of diplomatic decency or of political sympathy
did not, forbid to be present. Those great platforms
which Paris seems to have always in reserve for
every species of spectacle were here built up in care-
fully set forth rows, and no one was present who
had not made good his or her claim to be vouched
for as a sympathising spectator. The Illoniteur had
previously annouced to disappointed thousands
that• every place had long ago been ,filled. There,
in the midst of that select yet mighty crowd, the
Emperor and his Staff drew rein and. sat while the
troops defiled past. Down the long line of the
Rue Rivoli the show passed, and diverging into
different routes, the Army of Italy marched back
to their camp. The spectacle, or the demonstra-
tion, had lasted six hours, it was now ended for
the populace, but it was continued by a banquet,
grand as the occasion, in the State rooms of the
Louvre.
In all this there was no one to shout in the ear
of Napoleon 111., " Remember thou art mortal !"
Yet he is not the shrewd cold man which Europe
believes him if there was not an inward monitor
that whispered to him more shrilly than a slave
could cry. When he looked upon the tried Army
which marched by him, and around upon the tens
of thousands who were there to do him honour, it
is probable that he remembered what greater
triumphs even than these had welcomed,his uncle,
returning, not from a campaign which was abruptly
closed by a compromise, bat from the occupa-
tion of some great European capital, and from
the dictation of a peace which was for his
enemy an unconditional surrender. He might
have remembered, also, that. those great wel-
comes and those enthusiastic plaudits, and that
faithful army which had done it all, could not fix
fortune even for a single life. He did not forget,
although perhaps the multitude had forgotten, that
between those days of victory and this day of triumph
the Imperial hero died a captive, and his son had
lived and died a prisoner of Austria. He must
have remembered that between Napoleon I. and
Napoleon 111. three Sovereigns and the officers of
a Republic had all been greeted by very much the
same long resounding acclamations that were then
ringing in his ears ; and that France had appeared
gay and joyous, and as contented as France can
be,' during that interval when the Bonapartes were
a prescribed family. He is, we hope, too hard-
headed to be led away by the flutter of cambric
handkerchiefs and a cry of .‘ Vice rEmpareur !"
He knows the secret of his countrymen's charac-
ter ; he knows not only how physically brave they
are, but also how morally timid—how a great suc-
cess hurries all along, and how eagerly every
Frenchman makes haste to separate himself from a
tottering cause, and fears to compromise himself
by any connection with an unpopular patron. He
can explain this as a necessity arising from the
multitude of office-bearers in France, and the
obligations which not only these but also those
whom they sustain, are under to stand well with
the Powers that be. But this explanation serves
only to make the fact unchangeable and to demon-
strate why continued success must always be a
condition of exalted station in France. Napoleon
111 cannot in his moments of privacy believe that
the multitude of smiling friends who so cheered him
and his Empress and his infant snnast hey
were
grouped together in the Place
cheer another
Vendome
yester-
day would not as enthusiastically
Im-
perial or Royal family, or another
pitleerwe. Dictator
one
roef
France, if he.had made his way to
thing France is constant. Tatteredflagstroarnger
torn by
an enemy's shot, trophies'taken frem a stranger,
wounded soldiers struck on the field of battle, will
always call forth the popular cheers. An army
comnig back victorious will always make a Paris
holiday. It is easy to:excite the French appetite
for great military exploits ; it is difficult to feed it,
and impossible to satiate it. We hope the Empe-
ror does not propose to himself to repeat this SDCC-
tacle as often as the Parisian holiday lovers may
choose to call for it. A wise man may perhaps
permit himself this intoxication once in his life,
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(From the Daily News.)
The.empire over the water is a professed revival
of the empire of the Caesars. It is the chosen
government of a great nation which has outgrown
the puerilities of freedom, and has taken refuge
from the perils of public life in the splendid sqlf-
renumiation of a crowned democracy. Yesterday
was one of those grand occasional festivals in which
;
Ciesatisim puts on holiday attire, and its idolaters
clank their voluntary fetters with a fierce_gwil.
poor
tion, and an exulting sense of servitude.
thew sober,
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