Titania, in the _Midsummer Night's Dream_, idealizes the weaver, and invests him with every noble attribute, and then as soon as she regains her senses, turns from him with disgust and exclaims, "Oh, how mine eyes do loathe thee now." So it was and so it is with Paris and Napoleon, "None so poor to do him honour now." The Government is daily becoming more and more military, and the Parisian Deputies are becoming little more than lay figures.

M.
Gambetta, the most energetic of them, has left for the provinces.

MM.
Jules Favre, Picard, and Pelletan are almost forgotten.

Rochefort devotes himself to the barricades, and M.Dorian, a hard-headed manufacturer, is occupying himself in stimulating the manufacture of cannon, muskets, and munitions of war.

These gentlemen, with the exception of the latter, are rather men of words than of action.