The New York herald., 1874-07-07


republican tints, dashed with glaring memo
ries of the Commune Yesterday the OIL
famine of Navarro marshalled the faithful
hosts of the house of Bourbon, like the sacred
sign in the skies which inspired the courage
and faith of Constantine. Tomorrow, from
horizon to horizon we may have all the IN
tensity of Napoleon's incompatible and re-
snlendent glory Never midsummer night
in its most electric condition so uncertain.
From calm, radiant glowing tints' we have
terrible thunder and lightning flashes
Somehow, for long time ever since the
Bastile fell, we have had these meteorological
conditions of politics in France. We might
think that now the world would weary OF
phenomena so perplexing--that do not end,
but simply change hourly, one transmuta-
ton after another, only interesting us to-day
because of the fears and hopes OF the morrow
few days since we had that sudden gust
between Gambetta and Rouher, and its
attendant consequences, as the poor
Bonapartist Count must think as he
looks out of the gloomy window OF
the Concergerie and bemoans the fate
that has fallen upon France. when he, a gen.
tleman, must be locked up like common
thief for having assaulted radical scamp
| like Gambetta Then we had the Bonapartist
thunderclap, which came from the Depart
ment of the Nevre and was so startling
that faithful impetuous Count Fleury actually
adorned his person in a soldiers uniform, and
so published himself at Chselhurst, to the
scandal of real soldiers, evidently feeling
that the time was at hand when he
might be called upon to lead another
coup d etat If anybody has supposed
that the Count dc Chambord is really
dead, or too deeply engrossed with his confessor
at Frohsdorf to think of his ancestry and his
throne, be little understands the kingly
spirit that fingers in the manly breast of that
rather lame and somewhat stout old gentle
man, the Hmping descendant of Saint Louis
We have another proclamation from the
royal hand, and we feel, like Cassie, that it is
a much more exquisite song than the other
Henry is ready to take France to his paternal
bosom if only France will come But nobody
seems over-anxious to come to that capacious
embrace except General Changarnier, who
must now be hundred years of age, and has
forgotten everything but Louis XVI and the
Reign of Terror.
SO the skies change This instant food
! Of light, in moment utter darkness and
| ominous rolling signs that we cannot exactly
read, but which have a menacing import when
we think of the Commune days. To be sure,
we have all had high hopes of Marshal Mac
Mahon. All the world, from the Pope to
Gambetta, has been petting the grizzly old
soldier in the hopes he would ''do something"
And as, if he did anything, all the world,
except the single party be happened to
! please, would cry upon him, we can fancy
the comfort the present position must
bring the Marshal and how much better to
have all parties in France anxious and
complaisant, and disposed to think that he
will aid each of them, than to have them furi-
Gus and intractable. If we may be pardoned
for applying home illustration to problem
as grave as that now before Us in France we
would compare MacMahon's position to that
of our time-honored Mayor, who broods
over our municipal destinies and selects his
politics and principles as a churchman does
his caleudar-his Gardner days and his Char
lick days, and days when his soul
needs consolaton-and he will have
no comforter but Dispecker, commonly
called Disbecker. The companion in arms OF
old Won Twiller smokes his pipe and looks
out upon the scene with about the same in
difference with which. in the early days of the
Dutch settlement he would look at party
Of housewives quarrellng and gossiping in @
market place. Unless Governor Dix shows
some of the ''shoot him on the spot
spirit and lifts the old patriarch ou
of the seat he has disgraced by process
more effective than refined we shall probably
have him for one or two more terms. And SO
unless the combined parties in France succeed
in dislocating the Marshalate from the Repub
lie, we shall have the grim and honest olt
, soldier as firmly fastened upon France as on
venerable Mayor upon New York Further
more, the Marshal shows the true Havemeye
, spirit, the spirit which leads US to believe il
the Darwinian theory of our species and T.
trace our stubborn Mayor back to the identica
q pig which could only be taken to Cork by re
ceiving the impression that it was going +
Knsale. For although the Marshal is silen
man-even like our own Washington dispen
sation of Providence, with those sphinx-lik
qualities which only Nevada Jones and Bos
Shepherd can understand-there is a rude
frankness in all that he has said. He is wha
he is and he means to remain So Th
Assembly has given him certain powers AM
he means to defend them and war upo
those who challenge that purpose. The on
D fact which he represents is that he is Marsha
: of France for seven years
o Do we feel that there will be a coup dktql
. Well, We do not say that We have had
10 good many French crises in the last fou