The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-02-25

| heads'' by Divine Right.
The dethroned sovereigns were to have
had caucus at Antwerp we were informed
by cable and that sets us thinking of ''sore
heads" When European orators and writer's
of the monarchical school are in want OF
'frightful examples" republics in some form
or other are made to furnish the requisite raw
head and bloody bones Our own govern
ment formed magnificent scarecrow, with its
civil war, its ''rings" and corruptions and
jobbery but then it was three or four thousand
miles away. and somehow we managed to come
up all right every time. This distressed and
disheartened them. Now they are fortunate
in having a bugaboo at their doors La
Commune arose in q night, shook its CORY,
fiery locks all round the royal horizon and dis
appeared, leaving strong odor of petroleum
in the kingly nostrils. Divine right, which
had for long time been steadily declining in
the European market-slipping off throne
here, being kicked off another there, and
with throne foundations growing ricketty
all round, even where built upon
bayonets-has taken heart of grace from
the red spectre. AS above announced,
some of the respectable old uncrowned
noodles from all over the Continent have been
gathering at Antwerp, with their seedy SYM
pathizers, to agitate the restoration Of all de-
throned princes in the world. This, again,
has been denied; it was only gathering of
ultramontanes, they said, to help the poor old
Pope in his misfortunes, and had no designs on
the neighboring French republic nor any other
country-pon honor, you know. The sly
dogs are too deep to admit the object of their
little pastme; but with q wink and a smile
worthy of old Talleyrand, they will tell you,
these old-fashioned seigneurs, to wait, and
then you shall see what you shall see.
We have no hard feelings, none in the
world; and while these relics of the
boxes furnish us with the characters
for a quaint old farce we will laugh at
them as heartily as health will permit
But they spoiled it; they grew ashamed of
the absurdity, and we are afraid the scream
ing farce of ''Sorehead Legitimacy by the
pigeon holes for many day to come. We
can only fancy it now. The present 'sore-
head" cabal, which will give us such fun
during the coming Presidential campaign,
would not be circumstance beside the motley
array of Divine right soreheads we could
scrape up, who are lying among dust and
cobwebs in the shady corners of Europe.
There is life and vigor in our soreheads
which takes most of the comedy out of them,
while our musty Europeans have only that
automatic action which makes children scream
with delight at o pantomime. What comic
caucus they would make |! and what cry
against royal carpet-baggers would echo and
what strutting of their mouldy chivalry
would be seen as their faded purple futtered
in the breeze, with as many tatters as the
cloak of Bamfyd Moor Carew, the King of the
Beggars!
The caucus is in session, the doors are
closed, and before we look around the benches
we may notice that certain ex-Emperor, re-
siding at Chiselhurst, England, has not been
admitted. He was not legitimate enough,
albeit once very powerful; but this Dutch
Bonaparte has common cause in his own
way, with his old snuff-box gentility, and he
will be pardoned for applying his ear to the
keyhole, while what he hears is visible by the
twitching at the end Of his nose-small COM
fort, evidently. It is hard to say where to
begin with the caucus ITSELF They have just
elected chairman-the 6ttest old creature in
the caucus. He is blind, and, therefore, well
fitted to lead such an assembly of the blind.
He halls from Hanover, where he was once
known as George v. Then there are Bour-
bons by dozens on the front row, raked up all
over Christendom, who have never learned
and never forget anything. Henri ", one fat
old fellow calls himself, and France Is the
country where he would like to introduce the
Pompadours, the seignorial rights and the
snuf-boxes once more. There is the Marquis
of Carabas beside him, Of whom an impudent
lout (Beranger) sang, in mockery of his shaky
legs and harmless sword:-
Chapeau bas, chapeau bas,
| Vive lie Marquis de Carabas
Then there is the fussy Due dAumale,
the son of the ''pear-headed" Louis Philippe,
who thinks he has Divine right, too, because
his father was made King by the people and
hunted by the same after some unsatisfactory
years of trying to be popular king. ''Served
him right" The young Count Of Paris brings
down condemnation from the old noodles
around him, because he is caught humming
the old air Of revolutionary tendency, which
was campaign" song for his party forty
years ago:-
Souvenez. vous de Jemmappes;
l. Souvenez-vous de Valmy.
But we cannot gush over this young upstart,
as the old boys call him, while we regard the
stout old lady, late of Madrid, styled Isabella
H., with the ''golden rose in her hair, and
her head more full Of stout captains of the
guard and bewitching opera tenors than "sore-