Then we reached the hotel together
And partook of two plates of fry,
And I marvelled to think than an oyster
Had hoisted her spirits so high.
* * * * *
~FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE.~
(By Atlantic Cable.)
Leaving Rome, I have called next on NAPOLEON, at Paris. He sent word,
through OLLIVIER, that be wanted to see me. He looks _old._ Some medical
man has put forth the idea that he has BRIGHT'S disease. An English
_attache_ just asked me whether that has any reference to JOHN BRIGHT.
As the latter is a Quaker, the first symptom of this disease must have
been shown long ago, when the Emperor said, "The Empire is Peace." I
satisfied my friend, however, that the case was not one of that Kidney.
Well, the Emperor asked me, "What do they say of me in America?"
"Sire, we think you are very wise, to accept the inevitable, and make a
virtue of it."
"Wise, of course. Disinterested, too!"
"_Pardonnez moi._ Not ever _wise, of course._ Mexico was a folly, you
know."
"I know; though if you were not PUNCHINELLO, you should not say it. Will
my son reign in France?"
"Sire, I am not an oracle. But they have a proverb in my country, that
it never rains but it pours."
"_Je n'entends pas._ The _plebiscite_ was rather a neat thing!"
"Worthy of its author.
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