New-York daily tribune., 1854-05-11
~ t,,rRJcdy WOwfy IN PARTS-No. XXX

n ''NN'' MARS.
o.r,.,crs,pe. Of The n y. Tribune.
PARIS, Thursday, April 20, 1884
-, Ty,op..ee to this re, ns; wherefore
p'"" ny Upio cur bo.ieI France, and TO eur sister.
asss And rsee .rs I French and Peer. h,. to yo-
rcs koEsh' yss. " to S.hs% ..a$ ys"I , i,1s met
So are you, Princes Eusi.h, every one.
uomph saws the ghost Of Franklin rubbing his eye'
n, old haunis on the nights Of Pessy; ~ men like
| trees walking
| 81 sce the tr-colors, snys Lafayette.
| ~ see my eagles on the wing says Napoleon.
syery extraordinary ard red-coat, says We'll
| lsgop.
81 ace that in thunder lightning, hail rain, we three
l ,ssI meet again says the Car Alexander.
aIperplicsbIe says orr Philosopher, There must be
a,spclusons Halo there We sleepy shades PHILIPPE
lrpus,e and Richard Cocur de Leon Shake eight hun
a6d years of dusinos from your drowsy souls and toll
| 81, have ye ever dreamed the like Of his
| @what! Ma toil" says PHILIPPE ." scarcely know
/ sam dead
aAsIl live" says Occur de Leon our armies are mar
,b.ed ngun to defend the Holy Places. This day shall
s,bsDge all gries and qusrres into love. D'ea e re"t-
i arire Ia Cyoiz -
auoly Virgin save us e1claims PHILIPPE Auguste.
See wonder Occur de Leon the Crescent and Cross em-
sbrsce each other; nc dead R'eh0,d!' and Ave
1 aMorieg Are Marie :" muersd the two in shutting
| back to their laIs Of lead.
whats all this tiddle-taddle, pbble-pobbe of war
-. .c 5ana~ca,i Of Crossey p"i'i0ra ana Agincourt
''Fe, foh and fum says one smell the blood Of
aBrtish man !"
And by his lance" says the Black Prince, "let
aFrenchman die his death n"
"Huth hush Lie still and siamber whispers the
i ,oce Of the Present.
While chaos is taking form the Champs de Mars,
gspklns shade draws a skuless cap Of thought puts
xeulatioD in its eyes, and watches the Orient like a
,koa perpexed waiting the growing of cock. " Take
i a,py form but that and my firm shall never
auembe says Alexander his blanched presence flick
n Ike thread Of mist above the turf then disspates.
\ a, our wllfu sentry less complasant than Banquos
aa stands fixed and beats reyee U1on the cheeks ol
sre thick shady presence rushing around bni--
acazrs of glorious republic of shades you see the
Il aN,tl cloud yonder in the East says he. All the
a ,h0.,, nod and rospond-" Ugh" "You see the crews
"A a, ou cossng shors with passports to eternity
II a6eped by its thunderbolts." I" Ugh" You the
aIong fnged tailed kites of diplomacy that Europe has
"A nsent up TO nip out its fire." "Ugh." 81 saw that
Il seloud when frat it it small and white like
awease" /" Ii was like weasel backed with chapel
aat jerusalem says another who had been long awake
sNow its like whale" Very like whale, snorting
s eos in the Baltic fleets in the Bosphorus and fleets
ain the Medterrunean;" says Franklin. These
asgns of the times and of late have heard the light
eheavng in the breast of time. Listen now Schwartzen
aberg; says Now is your time asonsh the world
a'wiih your ngratudo to Russia. Turn the other ear,
aPrinee, and listen AGAIN.
M oISmoS. w: 20 Ape e FSSs SsS d6 to shame % war
fhi bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch thou coward
Ss % oaaes ss1 af ehs%ioa SHHI fight
Bui vhen her humorous adyshP is by
7Oiesch thee safety thou @It Psrjud red to0
4 amIiDs fool 10 brag, and stamp and swear,
Upon my party Ih9n g eSla, l a,DoOoeu 5 @ $40 say
Been my soldier bddi9s me depend
vSn scn ss 5 thy foTSRs m @ps, Iod 10 m1 s 5s strength
Thou a lions hide doa for shame
And hang a calfs skin on those recTeani limbs"
and hang calf ds 3 SS on ho;s e. sGa" & reDso an echo
Prussians, quick look out. There's your live Cheva
1lier Bunsen pulling up his stakes at ST. Jamess. " How
the world looks aghast backs bristng up in bayonets
and shp-masts. It's fun for but death to hem, and
the ghosts wiped their tears their wristbands and laughed
in their sleeves "Theres Prince Napoleon on his Ros-
nsnte with bright coat and powdor-horn, stalking
"on to where glory waits him. and there's little Victoria,
"with tear in her eye or rather, the telegraph says
"tears probably in each eye looking after her cher
shed Charley who be in heaven or St. Peters
burgh in a month. There the Russians, long time
"aoIoss the Danube and the French weatherbound at
"Toulon, and the English behind their time. But here
81 they come. Harper cries: Ts time It's time :!
cam 1 in France again r. says Lear. The British
"pcwers are marching hitherward."
"Ah, me! says Marie Louise, forty years ago to-day
al bid myself and child from them Have you heard,
"Napoeon that our the King of Rome is with us p
"Aas :" says the Emperor, but who is he yonder on
the throne Of my empire protected by the imperial ca
"gles and surrounded by the armies of France = o."
"Louis Napoleon my grandson says the divorced
Josephine with smile of heavenly compensation, as she
lights beside the heart of her beloved Lord thy ways
are not ourways" says her husband Sill the heart of
aBonaparto beats. That MiN is destiny
Behind these hero spirits stood cloud of ohers-some
ones old some of tender age and in the embryo OF
their souls waiting to the gauntlet of probation-al
eager TO catch this bird seye of Paris There were the
IRON souls of the Crusaders born to anathematze the Sar-
seen who lived to dim the deflng crescent and died at
the sepulcher of Him who died for them. There were
Mahomet Constantine, Luther, and the Popes-" anonted
deputies of and Peter the Great cast
ing instructive gances toward the Bosphorus There were
English and Cossacks who marched in arm through
Paris forty years ago-Pussans and Austrans who wit
messed the embarkment of Napoleon for Elba and ST.
Helena. There were Bourbons and Orleanlsts and Re-
pubcans all in waiting Te Deums from the East at
the success Of Russian prayers ordained by the
bishops from the French churches for the French fasting
humiliation and prayer, offered by England for the
English. In God hope, says the Russian; "ln our
"Holy Prophet and the Koran" says the Mahometan;
"ln tie Holy Virgin and her Son, says the Frenehman
"In the Thirynne Articles says the Englshman; AS
you like it," says the American.
Let turn ghosts ourselves and join brothers on the
nights of Passy and with telescope eyes, feed minds
with observation The Pont Jena is at feet with its
huge sculpured horses all Paris is turning toward in
long black lines extending down the Quais Beyond the
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