Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1871-06-22
THE FINALE.
Burning the Tuileries-Shoc
Frenchmen Like Rabbits


tParis Correspondence London TiInes.l
And so evening wore into night, and
night became morning. All this morn
ing? Its pale flush of aurora-bloom was
darkest. most sombre night for the once
proud, now stricken and humiliated city.
When the sun rose, what saw L? Not a
fair fght-on that within the last year
Sol has looked down more than once
But black clouds fouted his rays-clouds
that rose from the Haladium of France
Great God that men should be so mad
as to strive to make universal ruin because
their puny course of faotiousness is ruin +!
The flames from the Palace of the Tuiler-
les, kindled by damnable petroleum, in
suited the soft light of the morning, and
cast lurid rays on the grimy recreant
Frenchmen who skulked from their das-
tardly incendiarism to pot at countrymen
from behind barricade. How the place
burned! The flames revelled in the his
torical palace, whipped up the rich furni-
ture, burst out the plate-glass windows,
brought down the fantastic roof. 1t was
in the Prince Imperial's wing, facing the
Tuileries Gardens, where the demon of
fire first had his dismal sway. BY 8 o.
clock the whole of this wing. was nearly
burnt out. As reached the end of the
Rue Dauphine the red glare of the flames
were bursting out from the corner of the
Tuileries facing the private gardens and
the Rue de Riyoli; the rooms. occupied
by the King of Prussia and his suite on
| thevisit to France the year of the Exhibi-
ton. There is a furious jet of fame pour
| ing out of the window where Bismarck
used to sit and smoke, Crash Is it an
explosion or fall of fooriug that causes
this burst of black smoke and red sparks
in our faces? God knows what hell-devi-
ces may be within that burning pile; it
were we'll surely to give it wide berth.
And eastward to the Place de Palais Roy
ale, which is still unsafe by reason of shot
and shell from the neighborhood of the
Hotel de Vile. And there is the great
lrchway by which troops were wont to en-
ter into the Place du Carrousel-is the
fire there yet? Just there, and no more !;
could the archway be cut. the Louvre,
with its artistic riches, might still be spar
ed. But there are none to help. The
troops are lounging supine in the rues !;
intent-and who shall blame weary pow
der-grimmed men?-on board and wine
And SO the devastator leaps from chimney
to chimney, from window to window. He
is over the archway now, and / would not
give two hours purchase for all the riches
of Louvre. In the name of modern van
dalism, what means that burst of smoke
and jet of fire? Alas for art /; the Louvre
is on fire independently. And SO is the
Palais Royale and the Hotel de Vile,
where the rump of the Commune are cow
ering amidst their incendiarism and the
Ministry of Finance, and many other pub
lie and private buildings besides, of which
more anon. No wonder that Courbet,
sol disant Minister of Fine Arts, should
have sent far and wide. among friends for
cign and native, to find place wherein to
hide his head. Minister of Fine Arts !
Fine art, truly, to burn the Louvre and
its treasures. Are the dark ages descending
upon US again? The ages of the Goths
and Visigoths, of the Vandals and the
Huns? The acts of last night we're worse
than suicide. The injury or suicide is To-
cal and personal the injury done by the
burning of the LOUVRE is universal and
worldwide.