Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1858-04-14


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4 brief ACCOUNT Of some inoid enss happen.
ed to meip Pafis. where have been residing dor.
nearly seven years
Z. was sauntering yesterday afternoon with 4
friend in the Champs Elysees The aspect Of this
noble promenade was strangely changed. The
benches upon which the Parsians usually SIT in the
sun were all deserted Loungers Of al nations made
the Champs EIysees ordinarily sort Of living and
moving chronological museum; but yesterday the
most notable figures were number OF new and sin
lister faces some o. whom might have been taken for
miserable, and some Of them for genteel beggars
observed them trying TO overhear the conversation
of myself and my friend, which happened to be only
about the French taste in horses and equipages.-
Looking at shabby little individual, / said TO my
friend, but not loud enough to be heard, That is
spy; and my friend exclaimed, what q viainous
face While we were looking at him, he came up to
me, and addressing in Italian. obsequiousy beg
ged few 'oboli,' small coins Turning to my
friend, said in French, 4 believe he IS beggar.-
When put my hand to my pocket to give him an
aims, the spy seized me by the lett arm and told me
that was an Italian, and he was an Inspettore'
said, so thought He told me he desired a little
conversation with me, and that must go with him
to the commissary Of police. My friend, believing
vas talking with beggar, looking at the carra-
ges, when called out to him, i am arrested! The
inspector said my friend must come as WELL On
our way to the Office of the commissary, the excited
little inspector told me spoke Italian and was an
Italian and that it was useless for to deny it.
The inspector then commenced formal interroga-
ton what is your name? gave him my card
You are an Italian. You understand Italian
What are you doing in PARISH 4 will answer that
question to Monsieur the commissary.' 'Ah! well,
you refuse to tell what you are? Seeing arrest
ed and held by the ar several elderly gentlemen and
ladies darted at me looks of terror and horror In
the office of the commssary the inspector said he
could not believe my card, because myself and my
friend were walking with an air suspect or i'll a
suspicious manner. Moreover, knew he belonged to
the police This correct guess seemed to have given
him great offence Now, to avoid detecting spies is
difficult, for they display what they by the in
solent CLEANS of conscious power always darting
from their eyes, The secretary of the commissary,
fortunately for me, answered he sure, and would
for it, that was not Italian, but an Eng
lishman long resident in the neighborhood; but he
turned to my friend and said And you sir. of what
nation are you?' The suddenness Of the question
taking my friend aback, l was obliged to answer for
him-'Monsieur is Russian The inspector then
said to me, 4 beg PARDON Looking at him stead
lastly, said-'Oh there are SO many rascaIs about
you canot be too Jealous
Luckily for Inc this incident happened where I
was well known; and my companion was not an
Italian but Russian; otherwise should have SUI.
fered some days imprisonment, and my daughter
days and nights of agony, just because French in
spector mstook Scotch Highlander for an Italian
consprator."