Weekly miners' express. (DuBuque, Iowa) 184?-1849, 1848-12-05

nearly every tradesman is at his door.
The wine shops alone are full and noisy
Wor kmen here and there are repairin q
the devastations Of June, and passers-by
look up with smile, that seems 10 PRO.
mise them more work soon. Here is a
chattaring of hoofs behind you, and all
eyes are turned towards an approaching
squadron Of horse. They ride at full
ga'Iop; heavy men in brazen helmets and
brazen breast-pla,es, filling half the
breadth OF the street, and sweep by a
cloud OF dust, towards the Barrier de
Irone. 1t is the fourth time the squad
ron has swept the Rue St. Antoine since
morning, and now it is hardly noon. AS
you near the Place de la BastiIe. the
groups thicken, and the Guarde Mobile
are scattered in the crowd. Here, three
blouses are talking with one of the Guard
they have already won his favor with a
long slim glass Of beer, and are now pat
ting him on the back, and praising his
esprit. The cafes are full of bIouses, and
black coats mingled. The omniprcsent
Guardiens pace back and forth, observing
the Guarde, and lending an ear 10 the
talk of the cafe. The white placard
meeting death to the unfortunate "Gaz-
ette,' slares at one from each vacant wall.
and the modest newswomen hang their
authorized journals across a chair back,
Or hempen string. a brig ht yellow p|a-
card, amounting new JOURNAL "The
Guns Mouth" by the editors Of the Lam
pion,'' makes a bold face But the police
smile IN their sleeves; they have orde rs
to nip 1t in the bud, and before night, the
very press on which the yellow placard
was printed, will be under the seal Of the
Executive, and the yellow placard lie
ing promise. Half the great Place de
la Bastile is paced around with scntinels
Within their lines is brstling another
as at the Hotel dc Vile,
the fruit sellers are busy. A Guarde has
just brought his shake full Of pums, and
returning within his lines, he pours them
upon the pavement, and halfa dozen squat
with him TO the Arcadian repast. All up
the line Of the Faubourg 81. Antoine, the
police, and the bustIing women, and the
grouping bouses are moving and talking;
and at the Barrier de Trone is a corps Of
artillery. On every sde.strect branch
ing off from the Boulevard Beaumarcais,
you see the police by twos and tens.
At the Porte St. Martin are thousand
of the GarJe Mobile, drawn mp in three
lines upon the trot,oir. At each street.
corner in the neighborhood are outpos,s-
Large groups are standing opposite the
soldIery, and fill the walks as far dow"
as the Porte St, Dennis. Hero 10 anoth-
er thousand Of The Carrie, and renewal
ofthe outposts. Dragons gaIlop by at
intervals, and sometimes an officer follow
ed by couple OF lancers. | force my
way through the crowd a short distance
down the Rue St. Dennis. Talk is fear
fully eager, and earnest, and passion is
only kept down by the thousand muskets
yonder, which they know are loaded, ev-
cry on, with ball. Farther down, where
we looked before upon the Boulevards:
things wear quieter air. The Place de
la Concorde has its regiment Of soldicry.
The police keep the bird &c Of the Assem-
bly, clear. A hundred different groups
are Longing along the quay. Four SOL
dlers arc at the gaze opening On the COL
onnade, and a couple Of cannon are half
hidden behind the columns. Going near
err, you see over the top Of the wall Of the
Palace garden, the black caps, and little
crimson tufts Of the Eleventh Of the Line.
1t is now halfpast eleven at night; ex-
element is not yet quoted; still the dis
cnsslon is going on. An officer, with at
tending lancers, clatters along the dark
ened streets. The police pace slowly in
pairs. The Court doors Of the public Of
fees, usually closed at dark, are now wide
open, and you catch sight of the groups
Of officers and soldery within. Lights
are burning bri Chilly in the great caserne
Of the dragons, and in the court are a
hundred and fifty in the saddle. At the
Assembly the groups are numerous, but
widely scattered. Still you see the po-
lice, and still the red tufts Of the caps Of
the Eleventh Of the Line. By the Portes
St. Martin and St. Dennis, red camp Tres
are burning, and their light shining on
the same glittering musketry, and the
same bronzed faces Of the Garde, which
you saw at noon. The great column Of
the Bastile is lit up half its height, with
the light Of the bivouac fires; and while
you are looking, squadron Of dragons
IN long white cIoaks, gallops past from
the Faubourg st. Antoine, and sweeps a.
gain the dark range Of the street which
leads to the Hotel dc Vile. At the Pre-
lecture Of the Police, it is the same; and
at the Pantheon, and the EcoIe Mlitaire
the same and the same. AS you pass a.
long the quay, homeward, at midni ghi,
rocket suddenly shoots up from the midst
of The Champs Elysees, and turning, you
see an answering rocket from the head
quarters OF the Police, at the PaIais dc
Justice.
Such were the street views, in our Re-
publican city, on the day Of the debate in
the Assembly. have thou ght this sketch
from personal obse rvation, might give
you better idea Of public anxiety, than
any enumeration Of orders, or repetition
of newspaper paragraphs. r..
A TOUCH OF THE LIP yBL1MEs.-"Gen-
tlemen Of the jury" said western law
vcr Gsyo,, aro mot horo n, o,o -c A.,