The New York herald., 1870-08-28

have watched the pale faces seen here; those
VINO nave expired, died like heroes, and why
because all the nations Of this world have never
SAID anything more eloquent than does bit o
laurel on young tomb.
When the recovering officer asks her If she felt
no repulslon at the sight Of CHASTITY wounds, she
replies that courage superior to his is shown by
women OF an inferior station.
truly have given up sunptuous home continues. bu
havs eps as OF
asnshtes e behind TO work IN the field or amsh Win Win bs
hard cods think poverty house that never was pros
much to put WITH The poor those who give the
least and if we rightly, nquring VINO slyes
sef-denial. ~
The invalid here asks the name of his nurse. And
wherefore! she replies. 81 will tell my mother
who it was that saved me and she will bless your
name" ut is useless" replies Mile. Favart.
Adieu. You are better, and Others require my
services. Adieu. What is a name committed to
memory! Charity has names in her annals.
You were dying I cured this is enough for us
poth TO know; the rest can only be mere reve-
rle. You and have but one name here below;
yonr's is "Courage;" mine is "Patrie.'
Fashion sobbed on leaving hei box. Here had
she learned lesson such as she had never had
before, not even at the palace chapel when the
court preacher holds forth through Lent.
REVOLUTIONARY STYLES.
Since yesterday the revolutionary styles have
appeared in our public places, but they are of too
scription. was on the watch for Charlotte Cor
days in the front of the Assemble. 1t seemed as
If some such females must be coming to kill poor
Emile Olivier, though not like Marat, in bath.
However, few women pressed through the surg
ing crowds kept back by cuirassiers, grenadiers
OF the guard and police agents.
was informed Of all that was going on inside
by Garde Rationale walking up and down with 4
gun on his shoulder the garden wall part of the
Paais Bourbon which faces the quay and il a cor
ner Of the Rue de Bourgoyne. Thus had the real
presence of the crowd and mental presence OF
the Parliament.
The very first sensation was Marshal Paraguay
d'Hiliers, an aged veteran, threading his way to
the assembly amid joyful shouts and multitudes
almost delrious with enthusiasm.
The second sensation was Jules Ferry on the
top of the wall, implorng the thousands TO be
calm and have confidence; the opposition was
going 10 do lot for them.
The third sensation was my friend, the Garde
Rationale, whose shake fell Off his head in my
arms while he bent to tell me that the Hon. Mr..
EstannlIn had just given one of the Ministers
box on the ear and slap in the face because the
Minister had shrugged his shoulders in way dis
respectful to the nation. This may be put down
as a forecast OF coming revolutionary styles,
The fourth sensation came from the official in a
black coat, with the tri-color scarf around his
waist, who ordered the drum to be beaten by way
OF warning that it was prudent to take to ones
heels before the order to fire was given, ii people
would not disperse. Now, l am rather fond of
my personal SAFETY, so cfept SNORT way up the
Palais Bourbon wall, and held on under some
green stuff growing over. When my friend of the
Nationdte came out with his second sensation he
had to kneel down to speak to me, and felt the
cold steel Of his bayOnet rather too close. Gas
sagnac had just said all the opposition ought to
be shot" ''Olvier bad turned Prnssian blue,
not pale" Just then the drum rolled and gave
way, fell down, jumped up again, and took to my
legs, with thousands behind me, and these fol-
lowed by the noisiest cavalry that ever dashed
along.
am sorry to say this must be called flight
an ignomnious flight.
wandered about after the revolutionary styles
under halstones, in slush and gusts of wind. Then
the sun shonc; and after all these alternatives
| did not know until nearly seven that Paris had
escaped civil war by the resignation of the head
Of the Cabinet.
All the evening dense crowds of ladies and gen
tlemen who have returned from their chateauX,
the watering places and seaside pressed through
the Boulcvards side by side with the populace
down from Belleville. The "Rhin Allemand, ;" with
music by Fe!icien David, is checked-for, as said
an old lady in a black bonnet to me- "Alas, Mon
sieur, we shall be too happy only TO get back our
'Hhin Francais,' with music by some OF the band
who left fortnight ago."