“Dr. DOLLINGER, I trust, don’t disturb your appetite?” “Anathema maranatha!” which means (said PHELIM,) “Oh no, I never mention him.”  Whereupon PHELIM, who had breakfasted on gin-and-milk, began to hum that tune.  I at once trod upon his toe, and he stopped.

“On the whole, what does your Holiness think of the prospect?”

“From this window, it is very fine.  But I’m getting a little dim-sighted.

“Don’t you see that crowd of people coming up?”

“No I don’t—­it’s only a herd of cattle from the Campagna.”

“Take my glass.  There, now; don’t you see, I am right?”

“Yes,” and the old man crossed himself, “It is so; I was mistaken.”

“Thrue for you!” gobbled out PHELIM; “we’ve got to make a note of that!  PUNCHINELLO never made the likes of a mistake!”

“But, what’s in your glass? I see strange men there.  GARIBALDI, and MAZZINI, and HYACINTHE, STROSSMEYER, DOLLINGER, DUPANLOUP, and CUMMING, all together!  I see a troop of schoolmasters; a larger one of newspaper-venders; and a whole army of colporteurs, each with a bag of Bibles on his back!  And, what do I see?  They enter ST. PETER’S; they leave the door wide open.  Did I hear it?  They are singing LUTHER’S Hymn!”

The old man fell now into his seat, and I took the glass from him.  “Only one of his attacks,” said ANTONELLI.  “He is not quite so strong as he was.”  “Thrue again,” said PHELIM.  With that sense of propriety for which your representative has over been distinguished, I took PHELIM by the arm and retired.

Poor Pius!  He means well, and if we only had him for a while out West, where I came from, we might make something sensible out of him yet.  But, when a man will live so far away from the Rocky Mountains as away over here, what can be expected?  We can’t civilize the whole world at once.

Father PHELIM, by the way, is to be proposed as the new King of Spain.  His father’s uncle’s second cousin by the mother’s side partook of a good deal of BOURBON.  That’s reason enough, you know especially as they only want a King LOG.

FRANCE.

Those infernal machines, so called, with—­which the Emperor was supposed to be about to be blown up, turn out to have been pewter plates.  Out of one of them the bottom had been cut, and the edges rolled up; and this gave rise to a terrible suspicion.  Two thousand people have been arrested in consequence.

That Press Ass has been at his blunders again.  He telegraphed to me that a conspiracy was afloat to enact a kind of petticoat government.  He meant to tell me some gossip about Madame PATTI-CAUX.  Then he wanted me to believe that the “smaller catechism” talked about at Rome was the catechizing of SMALLEY of the Tribune, concerning GUSTAVE FLOURENS.  That man never will learn.  PRIME.