The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1853-11-03


PARIS, SEPT. 10, 1853.
My two colleagues in correspond
ence, Pedestrian and Boscawen, will
furnish their usual interesting budgets
of Paris items: and their sagest specu-
lations upon the corn question and the
Eastern crisis. For my part, Pm going
10 content myself with the mere trans
lation of letter which has just ap-
peared in Paris, and which think will,
on many accounts, be read with special
interest in the United States The
writer is Merry, the court poet under
the new French Empire, and who for
many years has held place in the front
rank of critical writer's in France. t
is addressed 10 Alexander Dumas, and
its sublect-this is what will give the
letter peculiar apropos in the United
States at the present moments Mr..
Soule, the lately appointed representa-
tive of Gen. Pierce at the Court of
Madrid. 1t is the first account which |
have seen in print of the early Europe
an life of our distinguished adopted fell
low-citizen. | have no doubt the lite
rary and biographical interest which
attaches to it will cause you to well
come to your columns this feuille rol-
ante of light history. The following is
the translation
AN AMBASSA DORIS LUCK.
To Alexander Dumas: @s
It was announced few days since
that Mr. Soule. American Ambassador
of the United States, was passing
through Paris on bis way to Madrid
At the same time you were giving rs
chapter Of your fine Memoirs on AL |
phonse Rabbe, aEd gou did not know
you who know everything-that on |
that day CHANGE, the most skillfuI of all |
arrangers of plots, was executing
master stroke of his art, by coupling |
together two names forgotten for twen-
ty-four years-two men who formerly |
encountered each, hand in hand, the /
one commencing his life by hope. the
other finishing it in despair, Alphonse
Rabbe and Soule!
When fortune pleases to give itself
the trouble OF aiding intelligence it
prepares for lis proleGes an Invisible
ladder of ascent, and it is not until they
are near the top that they perceive the
ronnd BY which they mounted
One day, now nearly quarter of
eeatury ago, was transIaliug, in the
cabiuet of Alphonse Rabbe, a History
ol the Chntch, written in German Lat
in by Hungarian. Rabbe had en-
trusted me with this work. A young
man entered 1t was Soule He was
twenty-one years of age. We were all
twenty-one then. He was very thin,
as you were also and as | still am. But
he was conSnmplive, and that distin-
guished him from all of u.s. AlphonSe
Rabbe rose on the entrance of Soule.
and welcomed him with that charming
grace thathever Quilted him.
& Monsieur Rabbe." said Soule to
him, in so gentle and dulcet voice
that you would have thought a girl was
speaking, II am going 10 publish a re-
view, the Noureaa main jdune, and {
count upon you for some articles
shall appear every five days, and am
prepared TO offer TO writers, and espe- '
cially 10 you, the most honorable c
termsn r
As indiscreet secretaries always do, | e
suspended my translation to listen to y
the conversation. 4
Mousieura replied Rabhe. I" am
really extremely grieved to have to de- S
cline your SO obigins proposition. But
here Is my excuse: am under en- C
gagement 10 give four articles monthly 5
10 my friend Chatelain, of the Courier A
Francdis, and to deliver to my publish Q
er, Le Cointe, the manuscript of my i
History of Russia | am working on it b
night and day, and take ten cups of rt
coffee every evening 10 keep me from a
sleeping" Il
Z" But you will, in the mean time, C,
leave me some hope for the future z" b
said Soule. a.
"Oh, certainly, sir.'' II
Z j may then just leave you my ad- "
dress, rue des Tournelles, 81; the bu- g
eau of my journal is rue Croix des Pc OF
lis Champs, 27." al
"Have you already contributors en- N
ragged upon whom you can rely?" q
lsked Rabbe. ds
Yes, have young man of great B
'Tomise, NJ. Leon Halevy, and M. San pf
o Domingo, who has just arrived from W
some, and who has headful of arti- tn
les against the ultramontane church er
'artyo pI
Do you read occasionally weekly pa
aper called the Masque de Fer e"- in
sked Rabbe of
Yes, sir" 81
Do you know who edits that pam wi
hlet2n sn
No, and nobody knows. 1t is re- bi,
uted 10 be edited by an association of of
writer's" oh
:" Well, a friend has just assured me pu
lat am about to be assailed in that Sc
urnal. Now, intend, myself, in the Ar
rst place, TO break upon their very tn;
ces the masks of these anonymous thu
500 Il Al