The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-10-20
Condition of the Public Press In France.

Condition OF the Public Press I'm France.
A table headed "Three Months of Liberal
Empire, and published by the Paris Temps,
gives good idea of the condition of the pub
\ lie press in France. "Announced on the l9tn
OF January, 1867 as the Gro wning of the edi-
hce of the I'd of December, the memorable
law on the press is in full activity" The
table shows that from the lst of June to the
31st of August there were al sentences for
press ofenses pronounced against So persons,
10 condemnatiOns to imprisonment and 40 TO
fine. Two of the fines were of the large
amount of 100000, three were of 5000i 20
ranged from 5000f. to 20O0f. Only one paper.
the Opinioae Nctionaie, was acquitted. Ssve,
raj acquitted in the first instance, were CON
demned by the higher court to which the
Government appealed. Three papers were
suppressed altogether, and of several the sale
in the streets was forbidden. Nov, there is
nothing more absurd than stopping the sale of
paper in the streets and kOsk5.
The Paris Figaro recently published let
ter to Nj. Pinard, Minister OF the Interior, from
its editor, NJ. de Villemessaut IL inCladed
8 long list of the distribution Of the FIgqrO of
the lst of September, of the number of
copies taken by one hundred aud sixty book
sellers, whose names were given in all parts
OF Paris; aud it showed the sale in the capital
to be "A 500 copies, or 1900 more than before
il was excluded from street sales. Besides
this, monthly subscriptions were coming in
at the rate Of three hundred q day. Having
proved himself gamer by an iutsrdCGOn
Il intended TO lnlure hIm, NJ de Nillgmessaut
proceeded to appeal to the Minister on behalf
OF the real sufferers, the lew hundred women
who have been in the habit of making from
three 10 six francs a day by the sale OF the
Il Figaro at their kosks or stalls.
Il ROchefoJt, who wrote tine little weekly
pamphlet, has left the country to avoid twenty
4 seven months Imprisonment and twenty thou
\ sand francs fine, the aggregate of his various
sentences. The Figaro announces that he sent
the manuscript of another number from Brus-
/ sells to his friends in Paris, but printer could
not be found. 1t appeared in Brussels. 1t is
4 reported that the next will appear in Amster-
dam, and that he means to vary his place OF
publicati, n, so as not to expose the govern
ment of any particular country to remon-
Hstrances from that OF France.
The Paris correspondent Of the London Times
says:-
''Walking down the Boulevard Sebastopol
the other day l observed q small crowd sud
denly form ON the fOotpath, from which there
presently emerged sergent de-ville, holding
in one hand quantity OF printed broadsides
and grasping with the other the arm of a
hulkipg fellow clad in soiled canvas and of
very qnprepossessing aspect. The prisoner
! was going Off to the guard-house the printed
kpapers were copies of new poetical compost
kCondemnaton of that good M. Henri Roche
| fort This doggerel is OF considerable length,
as is usual in such compositions. 1t ends
with the following msralHG:-
"Chprcutiers, capitalistes,
Barquiers, marchauds de paillasSons,
Nuua touS qu'avez Pambition
De Vous falre jourDaistes,
J'espere quapres m'avoir IN
Pe.sonne ne voudra plus!"
capitalists, sausage vendors,
/ Bankers. mattress members
AL who feel ambitlOh's bite
For The newspapers 10 write,
After reading lhis, think
You will drop the pen aud inkl
"Among the many limitations Of the Ian
| terne that crowd the booksellers windows
/ there is one, called the Lanterne Imp(riaLe,
which hits pretty hard at the Parisians, and
| does not spare their levity and badauderie. 1t
. says:-
"'What, is it at the end of eighteen years
that you begin to groan and complain, that
| you dare to confess you have made mistake
I Nonsense You made a mistake yesterday.
and you will make another tomorrow. You
will always make mistakes. You burn the
Tuileres, and you think you are making
revolution; you sing the Marseillaise, and you
believe you are menacing; you ruminate, and
you imagine yourselves to be thinking; you
recede, and you fancy you are advancing; you
fstupefy yourselves, and you think that you
live All he, too, was your idol-that man
who understood that it was necessary first to
charm you and afterward to rule you like
Spoiled child, with slice of dry bread and
Rod in hand. Now you attach yourselves to
all that disparages him you used to ADORE"
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