The reader has only to read Madrid for Paris—­has only to consider the sawyer Quenisset (the poor tool, trapped by Just), the murdered Don Leon, or any other of the gallant foolish victims of the French monarchy in the late atrocity in Spain, to see the moral identity of the scoundrel carpenter and the rascal king.  We quote from the report:—­

Quenisset (alias DON LEON) examined.—­“Just said to me, pointing to the body of officers, ’You must fire into the midst of those;’ I then drew the pistol from under my shirt, and discharged it with my left hand in the direction I was desired.”

O’DONNELL, LEON, ORA, BORIA, FULGOSIO, drew their pistols at the order of LOUIS-PHILIPPE and CHRISTINA, and merely fired in the direction they were desired!

    “Where was this society (the Ouvriers Egalitaires)
    held?”—­“Generally at the house of Colombier, keeper of a
    wine-shop, Rue Traversiere.”

“What formed the subject of discourse in these meetings, when you were there?”—­“Different crimes.  They talked of overthrowing the throne, assassinating the agents of the government—­shedding blood, in fact!”

For the Rue Traversiere we have only to read the Rue de Courcelles—­for Colombier the wine seller, CHRISTINA ex-Queen of Spain.  As for the subject of discourse at her Majesty’s hotel, events have bloodily proved that it was the overthrow of a throne—­the murder of the constituted authorities of Spain—­and, in the comprehensive meaning of Quenisset—­“shedding blood, in fact!” At the wine-shop meetings the French conspirator tells us that there was “an old man, a locksmith,” who would read revolutionary themes, and “electrify the souls of the young men about him!” The locksmith of the Rue de Courcelles was the crafty, sanguinary policy of the monarch of the barricades.  We now come to MADAME COLOMBIER, alias QUEEN CHRISTINA.—­

“Do you know whether your comrades had many cartridges?”—­“I do not know exactly what the quantity was, but I heard a man say, and, Madame Colombier also boasted to another woman, that they had worked very hard, and for some time past, at making cartridges.”

Madame COLOMBIER, however, must cede in energy and boldness to the reckless devilry of the Spanish ex-Queen; for the cartridges manufactured by the wine-seller’s wife were not to be discharged into the bed-room of her own infant daughters!  They were certain not to shed the blood of her own children.  Now the cartridges of the Rue de Courcelles were made for any service.

One more extract from the confessions of QUENISSET (alias DON LEON):—­