this aerial voyage:--"As the balloon passed above the
Prussian armies, amid the clouds and the birds, the old William probably
turned to Bismarck and asked, 'What is that black point in the sky?' 'It
is a Minister,' replied Bismarck; 'it is the heroic Gambetta, on his way
to the Loire. In Paris he named prefects; on the Loire he will assemble
battalions.' Favourable winds wafted the balloon on her course; perhaps
Gambetta landed at Cahors, his natal town, perhaps somewhere
else--perhaps in the arms of Cremieux, that aged lion. To-morrow the
provinces will resound with his voice, which will mingle with the
rattling of arms and the sound of drums. Like a trumpet, it will peal
along the Loire, inflaming hearts, forming battalions, and causing the
manes of St. Just and Desmoulins to rise from their graves."

Yesterday a battalion of the National Guard was drawn up before the
Hotel de Ville, but there was no demonstration of the Ultras. M. Arago,
the Mayor of Paris, made a few speeches from a window, which are
described as inflaming the hearts of these heroic soldiers of the
country. The rain, however, in the end, sent the heroic soldiers home,
and obliged M. Arago to shut his window. A day never passes without one
or more of our rulers putting his head out of some window or other, and
what is called "delivering himself up to a fervid improvisation." The
Ultra newspapers are never tired of abusing the priests, who are
courageously and honestly performing their duty. Yesterday I read a
letter from a patriot, in which he complains that this caste of crows
are to decree the field of battle, and asks the Government to decree
that the last moments of virtuous citizens, dying for their country,
shall not be troubled by this new Horror. To-day a citizen writes as
follows:--"Why are not the National Guards installed in the churches?
Not only might they find in these edifices dedicated to an extinct
superstition, shelter from the weather, but orators might from time to
time in the pulpits deliver speeches. Those churches which are not
required by the National Guard might serve as excellent stables for the
oxen, the sheep, and the hogs, which are now parked out in the open
air."

Next to the priests and the churches, the streets named after members
and friends of the late Imperial family excite the ire of patriots. The
inhabitants of the quartier Prince Eugene, have, I read to-day, decided
that the Boulevard Prince Eugene shall henc