The object of General Trochu is, they say, to amuse the Parisians, and if he can by hook or by crook get the National Guard under the mildest of fires, to celebrate their heroism, in order that they may return the compliment.

I cannot, however, believe that no attempt will be made to fight a battle; the troops are now massed from St.Denis to the Marne; within two hours they can all be brought to any point along this line, and I should imagine that either to-morrow or the next day, something will be done in the direction of the Forest of Bondy.

Trochu, it is daily felt more strongly, even by calm temperate men, is not the right man in the right place.

He is a respectable literary man, utterly unfit to cope with the situation.

His great aim seems now to be to curry favour with the Parisian population by praising in all his proclamations the National Guards, and ascribing to them a courage of which as yet they have given no proof.