“’When the bombarding began, and the powers of darkness commenced their hellish gunpowder evolutions, I was close by—­in my palace of Charenton, three hundred and thirty-three thousand miles off, in the ring of Saturn—­I witnessed your misery.  My heart was affected by it, and I said, “Is the multiplication-table a fiction? are the signs of the Zodiac mere astronomers’ prattle?”

“’I clapped chains, shrieking and darkness, on my physician, Dr. Pinel.  The keepers I shall cause to be roasted alive.  I summoned my allies round about me.  The high contracting Powers came to my bidding:  monarchs from all parts of the earth; sovereigns from the Moon and other illumined orbits; the white necromancers, and the pale imprisoned genii.  I whispered the mystic sign, and the doors flew open.  We entered Paris in triumph, by the Charenton bridge.  Our luggage was not examined at the Octroi.  The bottle-green ones were scared at our shouts, and retreated, howling:  they knew us, and trembled.

“’My faithful Peers and Deputies will rally around me.  I have a friend in Turkey—­the Grand Vizier of the Mussulmans:  he was a Protestant once—­Lord Brougham by name.  I have sent to him to legislate for us:  he is wise in the law, and astrology, and all sciences; he shall aid my Ministers in their councils.  I have written to him by the post.  There shall be no more infamous mad-houses in France, where poor souls shiver in strait-waistcoats.

“’I recognized Louis Philippe, my good cousin.  He was in his counting-house, counting out his money, as the old prophecy warned me.  He gave me up the keys of his gold; I shall know well how to use it.  Taught by adversity, I am not a spendthrift, neither am I a miser.  I will endow the land with noble institutions instead of diabolical forts.  I will have no more cannon founded.  They are a curse and shall be melted—­the iron ones into railroads; the bronze ones into statues of beautiful saints, angels, and wise men; the copper ones into money, to be distributed among my poor.  I was poor once, and I love them.

“’There shall be no more poverty; no more wars; no more avarice; no more passports; no more custom-houses; no more lying:  no more physic.

“’My Chambers will put the seal to these reforms.  I will it.  I am the king.

(Signed) ‘Louis.’”

“Some alarm was created yesterday by the arrival of a body of the English Foot-Guard under the Duke of Jenkins; they were at first about to sack the city, but on hearing that the banner of the lilies was once more raised in France, the Duke hastened to the Tuileries, and offered his allegiance to his Majesty.  It was accepted:  and the Plush Guard has been established in place of the Swiss, who waited on former sovereigns.”

“The Irish Brigade quartered in the Tuileries are to enter our service.  Their commander states that they took every one of the forts round Paris, and having blown them up, were proceeding to release Louis XVII., when they found that august monarch, happily, free.  News of their glorious victory has been conveyed to Dublin, to his Majesty the King of the Irish.  It will be a new laurel to add to his green crown!”