The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-04-09

more, and he led an army in his train
 as formerly when he set out for war
 And say that, if it had been necessary
 for this hero to reach his last resting
 place in any other guise than this, our
 republic would have been dishonored before Europe. The great bedecked
 car set out like a ship, gay with bunt-
 Ing, gliding on the service of an inYisi-
 ble river between two human dykes
 The carriages, laden with flowers, fol-
 lowed in It's wake, and each of those
 wreaths told the story of an exploit.
 Behind, our generals, our admlrals, in-
 numerable officers-all war-like France
 following its marshall The heads of
 the crowd were piously uncovered be- fore all this glory that passed. On a
 sudden the golden helmets of the Inval-
 ides, glitterlng beneath the sun, rose l before us. And we understood better
 than ever that it was indeed there rath- CT than anywhere else, in that temple of glory, by the side of his peers. the war
 riors who have made France great among the nations, that Canrobert was to be buried. In the great court the remnant of our battles, the invalides, lance in hand, were drawn up in line. Tears flowed down the cheeks of those brave old fellows, but they held their heads erect, as do the valiant when the bullets fly; they stiffened their old bod les, mutllated for the Fatherland in the proud attitude of soldiers who present arms And at the extremity of the court above the clock it's head Just showing above ac luster of flags draped in crepe, was the immense statue of Napoleon, observing what was going on. We entered the chapel under whose clerstory windows hang the flags which speak of our glory, to which this death has added. We heard the grand voice of religion which sang to our hearts the hopes of eternal life. And, indeed, we needed something to speak to us of immortality before the re- mains of such man."
 Now look upon the other picture: "At the other end of Paris, at the Northern station, a man alights, coming from England. An immense crowd has also gone to meet him. Flotsam and jetsam of the commune and of Boulangism. Revolutionists, Socialists, Radicals, l hawkers with their strident voices, pale loafers with their vicious faces, the scum of the Paris streets or of Parisian politics, future candidates for the muni- cipal or other elections. the refractory and the declasses-all are there, await ing, full of affection, him who has come. And from that crowd rises a confused hum which, being interpreted, is as fol- lows: Glory to thee, whose shrill vic- torious moekery has attacked every thing and everything destroyed. Of all the good workmen who have sapped this old tottering France thou art the best, for thou hast been the most in- defatlgahis. Thou hast made to shake the strong foundations of discipline, of respect, of authority. Come, lead us to the assault of what still remains up- right among the ruins of this detested house. Finish thy work Bring us new insults against the soldier, against the magistrate. against the priest, against the government, against the head of the state. Hail to thee, sower of revolt, of discord, and of hatred. Look upon us and behold the fine crop that thy seed has furnished "-Paris | Correspondence Iondon Times.