Millions, millions! This regime is called Million.

M.
Bonaparte has three hundred horses for private use, the fruit and vegetables of the national domains, and parks and gardens formerly royal; he is stuffed to repletion; he said the other day: "all my carriages," as Charles V said: "all my Spains," and as Peter the Great said: "all my Russias." The marriage of Gamache is celebrated at the Elysee; the spits are turning day and night before the fireworks; according to the bulletins published on the subject, the bulletins of the new Empire, they consume there six hundred and fifty pounds of meat every day; the Elysee will soon have one hundred and forty-nine kitchens, like the Castle of Schoenbrunn; they drink, they eat, they laugh, they feast; banquet at all the ministers', banquet at the Ecole Militaire, banquet at the Hotel de Ville, banquet at the Tuileries, a monster fete on the 10th of May, a still more monster fete on the 15th of August; they swim in all sorts of abundance and intoxication.

And the man of the people, the poor day-labourer who is out of work, the pauper in rags, with bare feet, to whom summer brings no bread, and winter no wood, whose old mother lies in agony upon a rotten mattress, whose daughter walks the streets for a livelihood, whose little children are shivering with hunger, fever and cold, in the hovels of Faubourg Saint-Marceau, in the cock-lofts of Rouen, and in the cellars of Lille, does any one think of him?
What is to become of him?
What is done for him?
Let him die like a dog! X THE TWO PROFILES OF M.BONAPARTE The curious part of it is that they are desirous of being respected; a general is venerable, a minister is sacred.

The Countess d'Andl----, a young woman of Brussels, was at Paris in March, 1852, and was one day in a salon in Faubourg Saint-Honore when M.de P.entered.

Madame d'Andl----, as she went out, passed before him, and it happened that, thinking probably of something else, she shrugged her shoulders.