He is annihilating the crooked streets and building in their stead noble boulevards as straight as an arrow--avenues which a cannon ball could traverse from end to end without meeting an obstruction more irresistible than the flesh and bones of men--boulevards whose stately edifices will never afford refuges and plotting places for starving, discontented revolution breeders.

Five of these great thoroughfares radiate from one ample centre--a centre which is exceedingly well adapted to the accommodation of heavy artillery.

The mobs used to riot there, but they must seek another rallying-place in future.

And this ingenious Napoleon paves the streets of his great cities with a smooth, compact composition of asphaltum and sand.

No more barricades of flagstones--no more assaulting his Majesty's troops with cobbles.