at this display of indifference, he stopped suddenly, commanded the waiters to wake up the sleepers, and himself commenced an uproar by smashing the tumblers and decanters, after the fashion of a French fiddler in for a frolic.  The company with one accord offered an apology, joined in drinking the health of the speaker, charged the delinquency to the strength of the poisoned champagne rather than that of the speech—­(which was narcotic, rather), and adjourned to meet in Duitenethipicgnisher’s Hall, at twelve o’clock on the following morning.  I must not omit to inform the reader that those who were unable to see their way up stairs were carried there by the waiters.  Smooth, as a matter of course, had no bricks in his hat.

“Bright and early on the following morning I tumbled out, made a hasty toilet, and set about waking up the Congress of sleepers.  Souley I found in a sad plight; Buck was snoring like great guns; O’Sullivan I thought had either been dreaming of the Pampero expedition, or taken too much whiskey during the delivery of Monsieur Souley’s speech; Belmont had made a pillow of his Dutch bonds—­indeed the only specimen of humanity up and moving was Corporal Noggs, who expressed his anxiety to know what Marcy would say were he an eye-witness to the preliminaries.  As for Pierce! it mattered little what he thought, he being a mere cypher among the boys.  Having succeeded in moving the Congress we sallied out to view those suburbs so full of historical lore.  To our surprise we were surrounded wherever we went by a clamorous and grotesque crowd of discontented individuals, each bearing a document in his or her hand, on which was prominently described the great seal of the United States of America.  For a time the mystery involved seemed as undefinable as the jargon of the motley group.  Indeed, the whole city seemed not only agog, but panic stricken.  Nor was its influence confined to any class.  It had delved alike into the palace of the king and cabin of the burgher.  Wherever a delegate made his appearance he was sure to be followed or surrounded by a clamorous group, pouring forth its jargon in a rhapsody of praise to America, which singularly enough they supposed had sent the first instalment of her intention to overthrow the dynasties of Europe, and relieve mankind in general.  Monsieur Souley, whom they happily mistook for a Greek, was the only member of the Congress exempt from the annoyance.

“A little more light was soon reflected on the mystery!  Saunders had inundated the city—­not with his promised bombshells:  his missile was more alarming, but less dangerous.  Having ingeniously changed the object of a very long epistle, he dedicated it to the French people instead of the Austrian Emperor.  The mould of its dictum was decidedly strong; but in order to add more point he gave his periods a peculiar slant, at the head of Napoleon the Third.  That a fellow-feeling as lasting as the mountain chain existed between the French and American peoples, there