Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1855-10-25

be endured hY her for q moment. II /,
single drop OF Boadicea's blood remain
led In the veins Of modern rossItx, = 81,
was received with q magniAsence vhiel
!; threw her efforts at display on the oc,
casion of Napoleon's visit TO London in
the shade, and showed, as Sterne say,
thst'i"they do these things better il
France but the cheers with which thu
Emperor was greeted in London wer'
no. bestowed upon the Queen in Paris
and she passed onward to st. Cloud, /
spectacle to be gazed at, and not {
guest to be bonored. .w .f7s1 1Q'4
Some years ago this same Victoria re-
fused to permit a distinguished English
actress to appear at the private thestri-
cals in Windsor Palace, because her
character was not sans reproehe, and yet
she was compelled to accept the COM
panionship during her ten days sojourn
in Paris OF the Emperor's cousin--the
notorious Mathilde, who is the Ninon
d'Enclos, the most brilliant and brazen
courtesan Of the present day. Mathilde
is divorced from her husband on account
of her innumerable in6delities, and is
living in open adultery with a fast"
attache of the Court. In the same
carriage with her, the prudish Victoria
rode to the Grand Opera and beheld
Albert-somewhat noted for suscepti-
bility-exposed to all her witchery and
fascination, while beside her sat her
superior and her master--the "msd-
man of Boulogne," who was one of her
special constables in '49l who says that
truth is not stranger than fiction? Who
hints, after this, that History is not a
greater romance maker than Walter
Scott or Alexander Dumas?
81 noticed" says a correspondent of
the London Press, ''that while the En-
peror conversed with the Queen in the
Royal box at the Opera. a sinister
smile, half of triumph and half of sar-
casm, parted his lips occasionally and
fiickered over his inscrutable counte-
nance. What did that smile mean? 1t
was a faint revelation of the proud
thoughts which were swelling in his
heart. 1t said, Helena is avenged.
The Parvenu is the master Of the
hereditary sovereign. The triumph of
France is almost complete. The house
less wsnderer-the madman Of former
years-the prisoner of Ham-the de-
pendent of Mrs Howard-the special
constable of London, is the ruler Of
France to-day, and France is the ruler
of England. Craft has done the work
of the sword--but the final retribution,
the grand denOueNent of the drama has
not arrived yet-nOt yet, oh, Destiny!-I
not yet. 1t advances, however, darkly
and steadily las the shadow of gno-
mon." Gaze on, poor gilded puppet,
at the pantomine, on the stage, and
dream not of the tragedy which awaits
your country and yourself. So said
that smile. Such was the meaning Of
the faint revelation of the secrets Of
that hitherto inscrutable countensnce., \
Victoria has returned to England,
amid the congratulations of the London
Press. But what has she learned dur
ing her visit? That France has a mag
ni6cent army on her own soil, while
England has scarcely a single soldier;
that the French people are aroused and
invigorated by the Eastern war, while
the English are crushed and depressed;
that the birthright of genius is more
potent than the birthright of blood;-l
that she is mere pawn, though wear
ing royal crown, on the chess board
of European politics, in the hands of the
most skillful and mastery player of his
time. Such IS the bitter lesson she
must have learned, unless the imbecili-
ty of George Ill. be inheritable with
his crown.