Weekly miners' express. (DuBuque, Iowa) 184?-1849, 1848-12-05
Street View in Paris.
DY IKE MARVEL.

Ike Marvel, OF the sights in the streets Of
Paris, on one Of the days when the Ma
tional Assembly was engaged in debate
on the Committee of Inquiry, we copy
from the New York Courier and Enqui-
rer:-[Organ.
When last assumed the daguerreoty-
pic pencil, was seated. you will rcmem-
Der, in view of the princely Boulevards.
We are now mile away the other side
Of the river, within ear shot Of the Sor-
bonnie, and within eye-shot Of the bullet
scars Of The Rue de la Harpe. 1t is ano-
Their city; the regal shops, the broad flag
g'ng, the even pavement, the carriages
with livery, the flood Of sunlight, have
disappeared. Here, on the contrary, are
sideways on which two cannot abreast,
and sausage Bishops, and great magazines
of damaged silks, and cow-hide shoes side
by side. And for carriages, scurvy-look-
ing omnibuses, and broken-down cabs,
and long drays Of wine casks, find long
two-wheeledtrays as bawling bean-se|lers.
1t is the Friday of Debate upon the Com
mission Of Inquiry BIouses are in pairs,
and in couple Of pairs, taking fast and
earnestly. Little sIip-shod griset,es with
waspish waists, look as flimsy and 1.-the
as serpents. They wear no bonnets, but
little caps trimmed off with lace, and
bit Of blue ribbon, and look you back in
the face with bold tit-for tat smrk in
their eye. They twist themselves deity
out Of the way Of the dirty hlouses-now
on the trot;oir, now on the pave, now
gliding into court, and now worming
round an old woman's stand Of wlthercd
peaches, never stopping, always going
never sad, always gay--here word to
the black bclted policeman, that makes
him turn and look at her little ncat-boot-
ed foot, as she crosses the street; and now
a grimace at shabby student in a brown
hat that makes him witch his moustache,
and toss his head, and move his lips with
a quick nervous motion, as if they were
uttering good-natured oath. So she
moves, dancing bit of sunlight, playing
among the shadows Of the crowd What
cares she for the anxiety Of the day--what
for Louis Blanc or Causidiere. Ask what
she thinks Of the Republic, and she says
with her own naivette-sat, C'est NEST
pas joilc. AT the first it was very gay
and charming, with the torchlight pro-
cessions and the singing Of the Marseilles;
but all that is gone; and the strangers
are gone; and every body is afraid, and
she wishes it was ended" The stout Old
woman selling carrots and cabbages, who
fills up her narrow doorway, with her
arms aklmbo, loves the Republic as little
as the grisete. AT the first she screamed
rirats, and cut carrots into cockades, but
now that her trade is growing dull. she
would boot Lamartne. and is careless for
the fate Of Caussidiere.
Here and there soldier appears, but
the most are on duty at the exposed quar-
ters.--Some shops OF arms and iewelry
are ''closed for the day." and the others
are destitute oftraf1ic. Tine morning pa
pers, indulging in dolorous paragraphs as
to the issue OF the debate, you may buy
of the little girl at the corner. No loud,
officious carriers thrust them in your face
At the end Of the street is a group--three
blouses, four oln women, two men in black
coats, one soldier, and one Garden de
vile, reading one Of the new white pla-
cards Of the Government. First, is the
vote giving plenary power to Cavignac;
then, the preamble setting forth that the
Gazette de France is dangerous to public
order, because it abcls the monarchic
feeling Of the day, and dcpreciates the
excellence Of the Great Re public; then
follows the edict Of suppression, in form
Of corolary--''ther e(ore, all printers, ed
itors, publishers, are hereby forbidden to
print, publish, or edit the aforesaid Gaz
cite de France" "Mai FOL-" says the
man in the black hat, som y yesterday he
put down the Lampion and the Reprcsen-
tant de Peup|e--what will he do to-mor-
row." a blouse looks up with a grim
smile Of content An old woman, having
plundered 10 the last, says, s'Mon Dieu,
queilc Repub7ique:' The Garden de Pa
ris keeps his eye upon the man in black;
and |, with my eye on both, move toward
the Pont Neuf.
A great stream Of people is pouring O.
this way, and some that. Carts
are fewer than usual, for even the dull
commerce of the city is in allegiance upon
the issue Of the Session. Stray soldiers
are hur:ying fast to their quarters; bat
while we are passing, a band of music
and a regiment of the line
moves in double quick time towards the
Palace Of the Assembly. The people
watch it with vacant, listless faces, as if
the worst of apprehension had lost its
power 10 terrify. The old woman who
shears dogs, and cures sick cats, has shut
up her stand for the day. TIE guard
house across the river is occupied bv
double number, and instead of lounying
on the benches, the soldiers are in line,
and with knapsack and provisions. At a
wine shop upon the corner, are two in the
dress Of the National Guard, a blouse,
and Garde Mobile; they are drinking
together, but not laughing. Their talk
is earnest and vehement, and you catch
the words Caussidiere, Cavaignac, BIan-
qui A dragon gallops swiftly by will;
leather sa,chel over his shoulder; the
company rush TO the door, watch the d.
rectioe he takes, and speculate upon the