Litchfield enquirer., 1867-06-13
WHOLE NO. 2245.
PARIS GOSSIP.
AMERICAN CHARACTERS,

lGeorge Alfred Townsends Correspondence of ths Cincinnati Gazette
 When you go to the Grand Hotel. tho grandest place of temporary hospitality of ours or any century, you will see at the threadbare garments. His hair is grayish sandy, full of ringlets, and it has imparted so much grease to his coat collar that you would as lief be rubbed against by can dle-maker's pig. He has whitish, bloated face, no beard, 8 flat forehead, grey eyes so used to looking into the bottom of rum tumblers that they are of a dead vitreous glaze, and he answers better than anybody l can instance to you for an elderly Dead Beat. When he walks his flat, inelegant half mashed feet seem to be those of 8 man used only to describing half circles about bar-room. And this isGeorge Sanders, the rebel agent in Canada, who conspired to burn, poison and waylay quiet folks in the North. He lives between the extremes of sensuality and indulgence here, an eye-sore to French and Americans, reduced to the lowest courses to eke out subsistence, and probably the possessor of only the greasy suit he wears. Not in Sanders company ever, for the men were never equals but in treason, you see, sometimes, at his cheap
 
 line, John c. Breckenridge, grown gray trife haggard, showing in his uniform and well-worn wardrobe the penury of exile;and while he has acquaintances of position, their kindness do but chafe his proud Ken lucky spirit that always fated wealth be- yond its professions. He writes little, reads less, and when he speaks, you can see that there Is no land so hard to be ex- fled from as our land, that this man would have cracked as with an earthquake.
 The foremost of our bankers here is John Monroe of Boston, handsome and inde- pendent gentleman, whose rooms were the loyal headquarters all the war time, and who is reaping now the reward of constan- cy in those years when rebellion threw out its flags i'll Paris ofter every frequent disas- ter to our arms and when the Louvre and Grand Hotels were almost unsafe for North ern men to enter. Bowles, Drevet & Co.,, are younger men; Norton and Tucker and Lherbetts Kane are lesser but responsible gentlemen.
 We had. until recently, MT. Jim Bennett, of the boat Henrietta here. His boat lies still on the coast, waiting for buyer, like the other yachts that he beat; and they will be used to win money, or lose 1t, at the Cherbourg regatta. MT. Bennett accepted @ great deal of hospitality on this side of the deep, and at Count Susa's, one night, he stroked the goatee of young Spanish mo- bleman, both of them being 'how-come- you-so, , whereat the Spaniard, who would not fight himself, persuade two of his friends to challenge the only son of his very popular father. The Herald might have had 8 chance to get first class sensation out of the running through the body of this rash ocean sailor, sub-heading it thus ''Pass the irst-The Lunge-Mr. Bennett
 has him on the rib-Our Son Wounded
 Desperate Valor of our Son-The Cas-
 tilian Poppeel-''I ''Infdel have thee on
 the hip'-Ihe Fatal Cut Obituary-Ap-
 pearance of our New Office in Mourning"
 But the opportunity to all it's contempo- raries was lost by Doctor Carey and Laur- ence Jerome persuading the Spaniards that Bennett could peel an apple with bullet. Thus do the youths of the Republic excel upon the sea and the shore
 Bennett visited the London Times office and met with scant courtesy. He was asked to dinner by the Duchess of Sails bury, and was so set up by her united kindness and wine that he said to friend: Do you know why this is thus? They fear us! Yes begad! They tremble before us! I tell you, boys, l shall plant the stars and stripes on the Tower of London!''
 He is good fellow, nevertheless, and be- haved himself well. I don't know him, but all that tell you is true.