WE remain calm and hopeful, reposing under the protection of the dearest and best of sovereigns.
"The wretched pretender, who called himself Duke of Brittany, has been seized, according to our prophecy: he was brought before the Prefect of Police yesterday, and his insanity being proved beyond a doubt, he has been consigned to a strait-waistcoat at Charenton.

So may all incendiary enemies of our Government be overcome! "His Royal Highness the Duke of Nemours is gone into the department of the Loire, where he will speedily put an end to the troubles in the disturbed districts of the Bocage and La Vendee.

The foolish young Prince, who has there raised his standard, is followed, we hear, by a small number of wretched persons, of whose massacre we expect every moment to receive the news.

He too has issued his Proclamation, and our readers will smile at its contents: "'WE HENRY, Fifth of the Name, King of France and Navarre, to all whom it may concern, greeting: "'After years of exile we have once more unfurled in France the banner of the lilies.

Once more the white plume of Henri IV.