Year: 1860

The Paris correspondent Of the Manchester
Guardian represents Louis Napoleon as COM
pletely covered by the difficulties of his posi-
tiOn.


Confidence in his ''star' is said to be desert
ing him, and the pressing nature of his obliga-
tions towards the CarbOnari to be rising mn
more grim and terrible than ever before his
his eyes. A curious scene, illustrative of the
terrors by which he is surrounded, took place
day or two IN the Champs Elyses The two
horse Pneton, which the Emperor drives on
small occasions, was just appearing in sight,
when two gentlemen, who had been slowly
pacing the asphalte, stopped to see him pass
oy' The only visible escort and protection
consisted OF the piqmeur riding in front, and
Two groomsmen in the dickey behind, with
KNOW not what aide-de-camp lacky beside him.


One of the walking gentlemen was evidently
provincial, to whom the other was anxious to
exhibit the lions, and the conversation between
them appeared to be a remnant-o of that which
had already taken place. ''How ill-natured
people are" said the provincial; cher comes
the Emperor, in all the simplicity of country
gentleman, taking quiet drive with friend
sples OF which we hear so much about? Where
are the gendarmes who are reported to sur
round his Majesty at all times? / see none of
them, for indeed scarcely soul but the work.
ing men on the road is in sight at this mo-
ment." By this time the Emperor approach
ed almost close to where the speaker stood.
The latter is short-sighted, and required his
sye-glasS to observe his Msjesty with due at
tention. He wears.a double-glass; and as you
know, this shaped instrument is always getting
itself or it's owner into trouble from the sharp
ness of the spring.


In this case it had shown itself doubly per-
verse, for not only had it slidden into the
breast pocket of the paletot, but had got en-
tangled with the papers at the bottom. In the
hurry occasioned by the near approach of the
phston, the provincial tore open his paletot,
and began funbling in the breast pocket,
Plucking and tearing away in greatest trepi-
datioD. lest the Emperor would vanish before
his object should have been accomplished. In
an instant, and before he had even disentan.
gled the eye-slass, and while it resisted his
efforts to draw it forth, he was surrounded by
pack of individuals of whose presence he had
hitherto been totally unaware. They issued
from behind the trees, on the pathway; they
rushed from the benches where, in the char
acter OF quiet old renters taking the air, they
had been seated-the cantonisTS scraping the
mud with their hoes, and splitting on their
hands with the most natural gesture imagin-
abie-bounded to the spot in moment; an
unmistakable hand, inasmuch as the first Joint
es the thumb is missing, was laid upon his
collar, and tremendous voice uttered, in q
peremptory tone, "What are you seeking
there ?" The explanation was, of course easy
enough to give. The pale and trembling pro-
vincial willingly enough exhibited the contents
of his pocket, which, of course, consisted of the
usual colorless matter found in provincial
breast pockets. The man with the thumbless
hand bowed and apologized excused himself
upon the plea of the vast number of worthless
characters about since the italian war, and
withdrew; but the provincial has never since
been heard to boast of the security in which
his Emperor lives, nor yet of the facility which
would exist for the evi-minded to accomplish
a treacherous deed The tale 1 have here set
down is no invention, but comes to Inc from
one of the parties present"