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inform your Royal Highness what is the opinion, not only of myself, and of a great proportion of the navy, but also of a large majority in the country; which is, that whenever France may be visited by the loss of an illustrious personage, whom it is unnecessary to name, instead of our prospects for the future being satisfactory, we only look forward to such an event with the deepest anxiety and dread."

The Prince replied, "So far from being surprised at what you I may also add that this is the decided opinion of every individual in my own family, excepté de cet entêté de Nemours."


Europe must be on her guard against that period, which in the common course of events may not be far distant. It is then that a good understanding with the other Powers will be of far greater importance to England than the entente cordiale, which will vanish like snow before the sun.

M. Guizot continues to defend himself with courage: he wishes to show to his adversaries that he despises them, in order to prove that he does not fear them: but they are not to be duped. At the same time, the question of a change of Ministry here is of very little importance to the world; the point on which every statesman in Europe must keep his eye fixed, is the life of the King.

The position of the Duchess of Orleans is rather curious. She is a woman of prudence, and tact, and good sense: from her first arrival in this country, the King, either from suspicion or jealousy, checked and thwarted her in every attempt to interfere in any political question. She prudently took her cue from these hints, and has since maintained, even since her husband's death, the most complete reserve and apparent indifference on these subjects. It is known that Thiers and his party always keep her in view as an important card, while she appears to be solely occupied with the education of her children, and estranged from public life.

It is now said that the King begins to feel annoyed at a studied indifference, which, from its long continuance, wears more the air of spontaneous resolution on her part, than of any repression on his. Those who know his character can comprehend this seeming inconsistency.

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Monday, 29th. Sir Robert Peel has announced in the House of Commons the recall of Lord Ellenborough, by the Court of Directors, from the Governor-generalship of India, which seems to be a very popular measure in England, though not palatable to the Government.

The church of la Sorbonne and its college are in the Rue des Mathurins, not far from the Hôtel Cluny: this school_was origi

nally founded by a priest named Robert, in the thirteenth century. He himself was born at Sorbon, a village in the diocese of Amiens, of which he took the name, and gave it to the college. La Sorbonne was originally a college where professors were appointed to give, gratuitously, lessons in theology and the arts to a select number of students. The institution was afterwards enriched by various bequests of pious individuals, and at one period possessed the finest library in France, and the most enlightened professors. Luther, when condemned by a bull of Leo X., appealed from Rome to the Sorbonne, which proved the high fame of this college at the time, but they from fear declined the mediation. Cardinal Richelieu built their church. The Sorbonne was engaged in all the religious and dogmatical discussions during the reign of Louis XIV., till they yielded to the gradual encroachments of the Freethinkers, who preceded that great revolution which was the tomb of all the religious orders. In the month of October, 1832, an inscription was placed over a door in the Place de Sorbonne : Eglise constitutionnelle de France. The day when that title was


given to La Sorbonne, the institution ceased to exist.

All the world in Paris goes to the Bois de Boulogne and to Longchamps; it is the scene of their fêtes, their races, their breakfasts, their duels, their drives and their steeple-chases, yet not one in a thousand knows anything of its history.

In the time of the ancient Kings of France all the country between Paris and St. Cloud was occupied by a vast forest, at first called Roveritum, then Rouvret, and afterwards Rouvrai. It preserved this name till certain pilgrims wandering from Boulognesur-Mer, obtained in 1319 the permission to build a church in the village of Menus St. Cloud, on the banks of the Seine, similar to that which existed at Boulogne-sur-Mer. This church was called Notre Dame de Boulogne-sur-Seine, and the village of Menus St. Cloud gained the appellation of Boulogne, which it still retains. The forest of Rouvrai was marvellously stocked with game; it was the favourite hunting place of the French kings, who went there in great state, accompanied with their queens, their mistresses, and their courtiers, who committed much carnage and havoc. When the chase was very productive of sport, when there had been great destruction of stags, wild boars, and wolves, perhaps even of horses and men, to procure a few hours' recreation for a king and his mistress, then it would often happen that the king and his mistress, accompanied by their suite, would betake themselves in solemn procession to the church at Boulogne, and publicly return thanks to God for their great success at the chase.

By degrees the church at Boulogne obtained great celebrity. It was here that on the 25th April, 1429, the famous Grey friar, Brother Richard, first began to preach, in the reign of Charles VII. He was just arrived from Jerusalem, impressed with all the ' ineffable mysteries of the Holy Land; he preached with so much unction on the vanities of this world, excited such feelings of grief and penitence in the breasts of his hearers, who flocked to his sermon from all the country round, rich and poor, noble and serf, bathed in tears, and trembling with fear, till at last, as proof of their repentance, they collected and brought into the public square their billiard-tables, cards, dresses, jewels, and other ensigns of vanity, and had them all at once consigned to the flames.

The forest was gradually partitioned into private property, villages were built, and palaces erected by the kings.

The most ancient is that of Madrid, called the Château de Faïence on the banks of the Seine, built by Francis I. on his return from Spain, where he had been to learn a severe lesson of foreign policy from his friend Charles V.

The next curious record of the Bois de Boulogne is the Abbey of Longchamps, founded by Madame Isabelle de France, sister of the King St. Louis, where she passed the remainder of her days in the practice of a holy life. At her death, miracles were ascribed to her tomb and pilgrims of all ranks hastened to pay their de votions at her shrine. But in process of time these charities became the scene of great disorder and debauchery; the nuns lost their character for virtue, and the young nobles of the court usurped the places of the venerable pilgrims. The Abbaye de Longchamps at last went out of fashion like everything else, in its turn, and the Parisians had almost forgotten its existence, when the beau monde was again attracted to it by the fame of the concerts spirituels which were given there upon Wednesday, Thursday, and Good Friday in the holy week. The novelty was to hear this sacred music sung by the most melodious voices of the nuns, hidden from public view, while the church was illuminated by thousands of tapers, and the altar adorned with wreaths of flowers, which perfumed the air even in defiance of the incense. Hither the crowd of all the fashion in Paris repaired in their most splendid dresses and equipages up to the time of the Revolution; the concerts, indeed, had been suppressed by order of the Bishop, on account of the immorality and intrigues of which the church had been made the notorious rendezvous: but the promenade was continued with every species of luxury and extravagance till the sound of the Marseillaise and of the Cá Ira

dispelled the gaudy votaries of pleasure, and involved them in

one common ruin.

The Longchamps of the present day is a dreary cavalcade of a few tawdry carriages, blended with innumerable fiacres, citadines, and carts, progressing along the same chaussée, which was formerly crowded with gilded equipages and plumed horses, towards the site of an abbey, which, like its former splendid visitors, is now crumbled into dust.

The first foundations of the Château de St. Germain were laid by Louis VI., some say by Charles V. Louis XI. made a present of it to his celebrated physician Coictier, but this latter was despoiled of it after the death of his master. St. Germain has never since been separated from the domains of the Crown. It was frequently inhabited by the Court during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, but was finally deserted as a habitation by the Kings of France after the construction of Versailles.

The Emperor converted this château into a barrack for the élite of his guard; the Bourbons on their return made it the quarters for one of the companies of their Gardes du Corps, and repaired the chapel with good taste. Its inhabitants now consist of the porter and his wife. The original buildings of the Château Neuf have long ago disappeared; and the Château Vieux*, the only one now in existence, was constructed by Francis I. The superb terrace was the work of Henry IV., who at the same time constructed the Château Neuf, far more vast and magnificent than the old.

From this palace, seated on the apex of the mountain commanding the river, was spread that succession of terraces, descending by different stages down to its banks, of which the remains still attract your attention as you climb up the hill from the railroad station at Peca. They were laid out in sumptuous gardens, and each step of this gigantic staircase was adorned with excavations, filled with all the prodigies of art which imagination could invent. The grottoes and recesses were filled with curious shell-work and spas, which glittered in the sun like diamonds; all around were statues and antique vases, made of the finest marble and porphyry, with the incomparable enamels of the sixteenth century. Hydraulic machines were employed to raise a supply of water for cascades; and the delighted courtiers rambled about this earthly paradise, surrounded by fabulous scenes, representing Perseus and Andromeda ; Neptune surrounded by Tritons and sea nymphs; Orpheus animating the Twelve Signs of the Zodiac by the sounds of his lyre, and other subjects of mythological romance. *Now a hospital for soldiers.

All has now disappeared; grottoes, gardens, fountains, even the foundations of the Château Neuf, when abandoned by Louis XIV. Only at the extremity of what was once one of the wings of the structure remains a little low partition, with a single window. This modest remnant was formerly the bedchamber of Anne of Austria, in which Louis XIV. was born. It now forms a part of a house kept by a restaurateur.

It was a strange destiny that preserved the palace of Francis I., while that of Henry IV., so much more magnificent, has been allowed to perish.

Who can say how long the Château Vieux will be allowed to boast this inversion of the order of time in its favour? Perhaps the eye of the speculator is already intent on calculating the value of the bricks and ponderous materials, the lead, and the ironwork.

Thursday, May 2nd. There is a long paragraph in the "Courrier Français," which dilates on the existing relations between France and England, and concludes with the following expression :

"The alliance of the Governments has only ended in a more profound hatred between the two nations. Besides the present evils, the alliance of Sir R. Peel and M. Guizot is pregnant with calamities, and wars for the future."

The prison of La Force in Paris, which many people suppose to have derived its name from an allusion to the strong power which fills it with victims, was formerly the palace of the Duc de la Force, and during the reigns of Charles V. and VI. was the scene of revels and gallantry. It would be difficult now to trace in this dreary mass of stone-work and iron bars, inhabited by squalid prisoners, the gay maison de plaisance, which in former days was the abode of princesses and nobles of the land; but, nevertheless, it is a fact that this is the purpose to which these ruins have been converted. It is called a prison of prevention, or, in the real meaning, suspicion. And here the old English maxim is reversed: all who are suspected are looked upon as guilty.

You may often meet in the Rue St. Antoine, or on the neighbouring quays, a van drawn by two horses, which, to avoid observation, is made to resemble the carriage of an itinerant blacking manufactory. The interior of this moveable prison, lined with iron, is dark, and only receives the air through a small loophole, just sufficient to prevent suffocation. The miserable passengers transported in this vehicle, which is not unlike the iron cages of Louis Onze, have given it the name of the Salad Basket.

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