Villagers who have slipped through the lines, and who play the part of the intelligent contraband of the American Civil War, are our informants.

They represent the Prussian army without food, almost without clothing, bitterly repenting their advance into France, demoralised by the conviction that few of their number will be again in their homes.

We are treated every day, too, to the details of deeds of heroism on the part of Mobiles and Nationaux, which would make Achilles himself jealous.

There is, we are told, a wonderful artilleryman in the fort before St.Denis, the perfection of whose aim carries death and destruction into the Prussian ranks.
I am not sorry to learn that the sale of the ultra papers is not large.
M.Blanqui's office was yesterday broken into by some National Guards, who made it clear to this worthy that he had ill chosen his moment to attack the Government.

I have not myself the slightest dread of a general pillage.