New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-08-10

| ST. Petersburg; but at that moment efforts
were being made to raise the necessary sum to
get him out of the scrape. The last thing he
saw Of poor Rogers on leaving the Russian cap
ital, he was sitting in thoughtful attitude on
the railing of a bridge across the Neva, squirt
ing tobacco juice furiously, and swearing 'sJor-
dan is q hard road to travel, believe p
Mr.. Beverly G. Sanders, of San Francisco,
| who left Paris for the Russian capital in the
| month of January last, has succeeded in effect
ing an arrangement with the Russian Govern
| ment, which will secure to him an immense for
tune,4if he is permitted to enjoy for any great
length Of time the contract which he has made.
By this arrangement he becomes Russian Pay
master for the western coast Of America and
enjoys certain rights in connection with Rus
sian commerce, which, it is ANTICIPATED. will
prove extremely lucrative. Mr.. Sanders is
living in the most princely style in ST. Peters
burg, and frequently gives dinners Pimpro-
piste, which brighten even the wealthy Russian
noblemen by their costliness.
An annecdote in connection with the two
American Bonapartes, occurred at Versailles
the other day, which is too good to be lost
These two gentlemen, father and son, had gone
to visit the Petit Trianon, and, as usual, drove
out with one Of the Imperial coaches and four,
with the Imperial livery company of visi
tors, numbering in all, perhaps twenty per-
sons, who had collected in the Grand Trianon,
had come together at the entrance of the Petit
Trianon to visit it also. AS usual the company
was nearly all English there were three Amer
leans and three or four Frenchmen They we're
all stopped at the door by lackey, who inform
ed them that they could not enter at that mo-
nent, for there were some distinguished per-
sons then visiting the place who could not be
interrupted 1t was then observed by the com
pany that q coach and four bearing the Imperial
livery was standing near, and it was supposed
that the Emperor was in the palace Lines
were formed on each side Of the door, and af-
ter a considerable delay, Mr. Bonaparte and his
son, the lieutenant, came out, when the English
(among whom, by the way, there were some
persons of dstinetion,1 took off their hats and
saluted, very burnbly and very respectfully the
gentleman whom they supposed to be the EN-
peror and his attendant. The Bonapartes bowed
politely and took their seats in the carriage,
which had been driven up to the door for their
convenience.
AS the Lieutenant took his seat he happened
to discover in the crowd Mr., T of New York,
whom he knew, and reaching out his hand in a
familiar way to shake hands, he said, ssWhy,
how are You, Mr.. t." The compliments of the
day were passed. the carriage drove off, and Mr..
I. was Immediately beset to know who that
gentleman was with the Emperor who talked
such good English. When they were informed
who the distinguished personages we're, their
CONSERVATION and disgust we're frightful! To
think that they had been playing court and
making fools of themselves for tvs vulgar re-
publcans the idea was crushing; and they
crept away muttering between their teeth some
thing about American barbarians and American
humbugs,