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HUiropolitau (iksstp. EY OUR OWJF COEKESPOSDEHT. [The remarks under this head are to be regarded as the expression of independent opinion, from the pen of a gentle- man in whom we have the greatest confidence, but for whiel, we nevertheless do not hold ourselves responsible.] The crowning triumphs of the French Exhibition have been accomplished. The prizes have been dis- tributed. Rossini's latest work with its marvellous accompaniments of bell ringing and cannon firing has been performed; the Emperor has congratulated France, himself, his visitors, the exhibitors, and the world, and with the grand ceremony of this week it may be considered that the" Exposition Universille" of 1867 has reached its zenith. It cannot be ex- pected that it should have other than the usual fate of its kind. They are ushered into being, like young bears, in a very crude state, but their advent is never- theless hailed with a flourish of trumpets and a general rejoicing. When they have grown into shape and ap- pearin their maturity, they receive an immense ovation, and are extolled as the best of their kind ever seen-the wonder of the whole earth. But no sooner has the last echo of eulogium died away than they lose the public favour, and although they drag along a weary existence for a short time, fail ever again to excite the enthusiasm of their middle life. The Paris Exhibition has been particularly fortunate in exciting attention hitherto. Crowds of potentates of all magnitudes have left their own orbits and travelled towards Gaul. Kings and princes have been in Paris as thick as leaves in Vallombrosa," but unfortunately the supply of kings and princes is extremely limited, and it cannot be expected that for a much longer period their reflected light will illumine the great show in the Champ de Mars. Nothing was left undone to make the grand event of the year as imposing as possible. Everybody who bore any sort of title, or was entitled to sport any sort of uniform was invited and almost everybody went. From the sublime Porte (who was of course the chief attraction) down to the mayors of small provincial towns, hundreds upon hundreds were there, dressed with an ingenuity which was doubtless extraordinary, and by all accounts the thing went off well. But, as I have said, folks are beginning to get tired of it. The Lord Mayor of Lon- don and his confreres, the sheriffs and aldermen, intend having a week of it since they are over, at any rate, but the Vrince of Wales, who has visited it before, return? at once. The Emperor, who still makes his daily appearance, must be awfully wearied of it, and Baron Haussmaun and his satelites must be still more so > while fashionable Parisian society is crying out When is the season to end ?" Therefore, although Franz and Gretchen, Jean and Jeanette, Uncle Sam, and Patrick, Sawney and John Bull-the common people of all countries—will still crowd to Paris, to be victimized by Parisian landlords, and wander with wondering eyes round the interminable walls of the Exhibition, there will be few who belong to the upper and fashionable classes to be found among them. There will, of course, be a sort of revival when the Emperor and Empress of Austria, and the Queen of Spain arrive, the latter asserting that she has been detained by the heat she asserts, but more likely by the emptiness of the royal treasure ehest. But it will only be a faint reflection of by-gone glories. And then there will be a very mild ceremony, or no ceremonial at all at the closing, a removing of cases and goods, a pulling down of the vast arrangement of sheds and pavilions, and the dust will cover the Champ de Mars as of yore, and the Exhibition of '67 will be a thing of the past, commemorated only by the representation of the obverse and reverse of a medal on the circulars of the tradespeople. Such is every life, a youth, a man- hood, and a decay such every play, an introduction, a climax, and a fall of the curtain; such every social enjoyment, a quiet time, a merry time, and a time for haiid-shaking and departure. If the life is a happy one, the play interesting, and the wine good, we enjoy them all, look back on them with pleasure, and hope for the like in time to come. So although the begin- ning of the end of the Paris Exhibition has come, there are many who have already visited it, and many who will yet visit it, who will remember it with pleasure, and while they think of their merry party, of the sights they saw in sunny France, and of the wonders of the Exhibition itself, will grant the praise which is his due to the Emperor who is the prime mover in the whole matter, because, in this same year, he converted the Field of War into the Field of Peace. The London season is also drawing to a" close. Public business is well advanced; the famous Reform Bill which has been such a bone of contention all along will be sent up to the Lords about the middle of this month, and will be succeeded by a few bills of import- ance, which will be as rapidly disposed of as possible to admit of an early dissolution. Already honourable members are looking to their guns and writing to their country housekeepers and gamekeepers, or preparing to return to private businesses, which have been in so far neglected for state duty; while their spouses are conning over the lists of those to whom they owe invitations, that they may order the last dinner or ball. State drawing-rooms, concerts, and balls, con- tinue to be the order of the day, and the court upholsterers and gardeners are as busy as they can be preparing for the Sultan's arrival on the 13th. If the news which reaches us from Paris is to be believed, his French hosts do not very well know what to do with him, he demands so much attention, and is followed by a suite of such alarming proportions. He has already annexed Italy and France to the Turkish territories, and will shortly add England also. John Bull may be a little surprised to learn this, but such is the pleasant fiction by which his visit has become at all possible. Wherever the world is favoured by the sight of the countenance of his Sublimity, there the Giaour dogs become converts to Islamism and dependents of Constantinople. Of course England, France, and Italy will prove rather rebellious provinces, and their contributions to the Turkish treasury will be small, but what of that? The law has been complied with the Sultan has come, has seen, and is supposed to have conquered. The departure of the Viceroy of Egypt from Paris on his visit to this country has been delayed fov a few days, owing, it is stated, to an invitation from the Sultan, who has asked his Highness to prolong his stay in Paris. It is probable that the Viceroy will arrive in London this week. His intention was to reside incognito with his agent in London, but, Government offering him an official reception, he accepted it. The said offi- cial reception is that he is sent to Claridge's Hotel, and has the use of the old grey horses with which we delight to honour foreign Sovereigns, while the nation carefully checks the bill, and then. pays it. France really treated him well, and as a prince, but we use him like a man who has no money. The Prince of Wales would scarcely like being sent to a caravan- serai as if he could not pay for himself, and it would not be surprising were the Viceroy offended since he has done us so many good offices—that they should meet with such a shabby requital. The Yelverton case has again cropped up, and this time under more romantic circumstances than ever. It will be remembered that an Irish jury and Irish judges found that Miss Longworth was by their law the wife of Major Yelverton, and that he was bound to support her. The Scotch law lords, however, refused to acknowledge her as such, although a minority of them were in her favour. Mrs. Yelverton, therefore, now comes to the bar of the House of Lords and prays that the last resource of Scotish law may be put in force—that Major Yelverton may be examined on oath as to the truth of the matter. This is rather a hazardous experiment, but in certain cases it has suc- ceeded and upset apparently conclusive evidence-and Major Yelverton himself appears rather afraid of the ordeal. He is afraid to come forward and deny that he legally roamed Theresa Longworth, while she in forma pauperis, without money or counsel and con- ducting her own case, comes to the highest court in the land and prays that he may be compelled to speak the truth. Her addresses to the judges were excellent, and had just enough of the legal about them to be in keeping with the locality in which they were delivered, while in substance they were piquant and racy. 1 he judges listened attentively and showed the unfortunate lady great attention. If Mrs. Theresa Yelverton gains her point it may change the fortune of the day even at the eleventh hour. She has fought her cause well and nobly, but even should she gain it, it will only be the beginning of sorrows to Major Yelverton's other wife.^ God show the right," as the old Scotch motto has it, but which- ever way it goes the result can only be misery. No /!C-.I more lamentable instance of the inefficacy of our marriage laws could be found than this—that a man should have two wives at the same time and the highest legal authorities in the land be unable to say which of them ought to bear the name of wife. A public demonstration was held in St. James's Hall on Saturday morning in honour of William Lloyd Garrison, a man who is but little known in this country, but who has been the successful instrument of a great work in America. Nearly a lifetime ago, and where he was without money or friends, Mr. Garrison became impressed with the guilt of slavery, and devoted himself to its overthrow. Not possessing any great talents he set to publishing pamphlets and tracts, which being sent southwards raised a storm of indignation against their author, and a price was set on his head. On a visit to Maryland he was cast into prison, and lingered there for some time, but having regained his freedom he recommenced his good work. For years he laboured and received only contumely, but by and bye the truth of his doctrines drew men of power to his side; the agitation became general, the civil war began and the chains were struck from the hands of the slave. It was meet therefore that Britons should do honour to this man, and Saturday's assembly was worthy of ourselves, of him, and of his work.





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