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y are selfish. Many of their traders are aliens, to whom the loss of a day's profits is of more consequence than the charges of the Government. Such men would capitulate if it was only to get a fresh set of customers. "The gay and sensual Paris celebrated the victories of Napoleon with fetes and acclamations. When the Allies encircled the city with their armies all was trepidation. Traitors to the falling fortunes of him who had raised them to honor sought the salons of Paris to betraParis to betray their benefactor. The civic authorities went out to meet their conquerors. 'Society' welcomed its masters with abject adulation. "There is, then, an honor in store for Richmond which has formed no part of the motive for her noble resolution. She will be classed amongst those cities — and they are not too numerous — which have had the courage to meet the calamities of war. She has sent her sons by battalions into the thickest and most desperate fight. Her houses have been turned into h
e looks of the French officers who wandered through the streets with their caps drawn over their eyes, and ready to demand a fight if any English officer happened to brush by them, Mr. Nolte thus amusingly refers to Gen. Scott, then on a visit to Paris, to improve, if that were possible, his military knowledge and receive the congratulations of the world: "Of all the commanders then assembled in Paris, the most dissatisfied was the America. General Scott, since noted for his campaign in Mver the contrast between the figure he had so recently out in his native land and the insignificance he was condemned to in France, and he often exhibited bitter and somewhat laughable ill-humor." The last visit of old "Fuss and Feathers" to Paris was almost as unsatisfactory as the first. The battle of Manassas had not added to his laurels, and the gorgeous old turkey cock came back with drooping feathers to renew his vainglorious gabbling among those who imagine him to be an eagle.