Birmingham age-herald., 1895-07-14

tale from her own lips. ID kxas early morning when he reached Blois. and the empress was still in bed. New ertheless, he was admitted to her pres- ence and she rose into a sitting posture, her feet peeping from under the eoverlet. There was not a cry nor a word in re- sponse to the news, and the messenger, dreading to look up, lest he should be considered indiscreet. face to face with such intense. though silent, grief, kept his eyes fixed on the floor You are look ing at my feet. M. de Sainte-Aulaire, said Marie Louise. after a long interval I have always been told they were very pretty
 ''In those days the stag, wherever brought to bay. was left for the em- peror to kill. One day. however, the emperor was not to, be found, and the master of the stag hounds finished the animal with his knife. Just then the emperor came in sight. They hurriedly got the dead stag on it's legs, propping it up with branches etc., and handed the emperor the 'carabine of honor,' as it was called. The emperor fired and, of course, the stag tumbled over but at the same time there was a piteouS whine from one of the hounds, which had been shot through the head. The emperor, who was on horseback, wheeled round, utterly unconscious of the mischief he
 
 camp: 'Apres tout, fe ne suls pas aussi Maurais tireur qu'on ne le pretend.
 We have heard much of the great Ma poleon's poor skill as a marksman, though this smacks stoutly of a fish tale"
 ''When, in 1S4S, Eugene Sue, full of phi lanthropic and democratic enthusiasm, and with his convictions strong upon him, took his seat among the Lefts,' he seated himself on the first day of the session by the side of Victor Hugo. While he chatted with his neighbor the cham Der was discussing a bill of some kind. When the measure was put to the vote, the poet to Sues great surprise, held up his hand. then rose from his seat and voted. Did you hear what the last speaker said?' asked Sue. Not a single syllable of it. was the reply. Then how can you possibly voter
 oh, that's easy enough. Do you see that little gentleman with spectacles fac ing you?'
 ".Wen, it's he who virtually tells me which way to vote As we are invaria- bly of different opinion, remain seat ed if he gets up, and when he remains seated get up on trust. He listens for both of us'
 In explanation of this little anecdote the author says: "Only those who have
 
 the French chamber will be able to un- derstand the drift underlying Victor Hu- gos system of getting some one to listen for him, for though French parliamenta- ry oratory is on an average superior in fluency dlction and elegance to English, it breeds in the long run a painful wear iness,- The words and sentences come in procession, as George Eliot would have said"
 These are merely a few sprightly rem iniscences culled from the pages of My Paris Note Book" to show the variety and amusing incidents related. Inter esting reflections on Politics Without Petticoats," discourse pleasingly of many famous women of recent years in Paris. "Three Presidents of the Republic" gives insight to the doings political and social of the always interesting people-the French-and really makes one feel he has gleaned information from personal con- tact. Altogether My Paris Note Book is exceedingly acceptable
 PAUL PRY.