Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-02
sNUGLY FIXED IN LONDON.

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toire ancienne."
sNUGLY FIXED IN LONDON.
ST am beautifully situated here, you see, "
nv host went on once again, changing his
theme, ,'T think the Regents Park is Que OF
the finest in the world. I like the higher
classes of English society very much. 1 can
understand now What Get animal de Napo-
leon I'LL meant when he said he thought
the best life In the world superior even to a
monsrch's, was that Of an English country
gentleman. Of course il is sometimes lit
tie dull for me here drive out good deal,
when it is fine, with my niece and with
friends but don't much care to see people
from Paris, especially If they are connected
with politics."
His involuntary air of distaste as he
uttered these words Immediately recalled to
my mind the scenes in Paris some 10 or IL
years back when he returned to France after
the general amnesty and his Intrdnsigednt
was started. 1t was incumbent on him then
to attend at least some OF the political
meetings" of the kind where incendiary
cobblers shout themselves hoaise with de-
mands Tor the blood of all the members of
the Government at one fell blow, and agi-
tators in blouses, most OF them probably
spies, begin BY yelling ''Vive pAnarchie"
or "Vive Ia Revolution Sociale," and end
by getting stamped into jelly by courage
Gus citizens. who are singularly fond Of
fighting a hundred to one. Rochefort at
these meetings was covered with acclama-
tions and applause from the moment he ap-
peared, and in response to whatsoever he
might say; but it was amusing to observe
how he would struggle against his instinc-
tive feelings of disgust at his environment,
and the alacrity with which he would sidle
away at the earliest opportunity, uttering
broken exclamations, such as "Citizens, ex-
cuse me-my journal-my article-time
presses-believe me, am with you, but
must tear myself away"
A STRANGE CHARACTER.
The most singular thing of all was that
he really did believe that he was with
them" and has gone on laooring under
that delusion ever since. This descendant
of Marquises, patrician to his finger tips
and in his every fiber, imagines himself
Democrat of the deepest dye. He is
humanitarian, nothing more; o man of
highly aristocratic nature and of great
native intelligence, though with singularly
little capacity for selt-analysis. who tancies
that because he feels for the hardships and
what may perhaps be called the wrongs of
the people, he must therefore necessarily be
''of the people" himself Many persons of
a naturally plebeian stamp have imagined
themselves to be aristocratic by nature; it is
much more rare to find an aristocrat by
blood and feeling vino suppose, himself in
good faith to be plebeian. But these are
things which. of course, one cannot think
of saying to Rochefort personally, and do
not even venture to tell him how much
more elegant and distinguished he some
how appears to-day than he did when he
was living among his Anarchical co-relig-
ionaries in Paris. Rochefort, the man of
leisure in London, has perceptibly differ
ent tone from Roche!ort, the extravagant
politician in Paris.
And so my senses of this latter fact tax
ing shape, merely of warm compliment
upon his look of excellent health and
spirits. leave him and depart; obtaining,
as I move away, just one evanescent
glimpse OF Rochefort's brunette niece in
pink with white-lined parasol, returning in
company with a dog of the animated door
mat species from visit or a stroll.
. MACLEOD.