I turned mournfully upon the crowd, and asked in a plaintive tone:--

"You hear what he says. Do lunatic asylums exist in vain? Men of Tours,

is there a 'jerkist' among you?"

They must have observed that my feelings were moved, for they came

between me and the officer, as if to protect the latter. 'Twas a kind

movement, but useless; as I couldn't have hurt him.

"Monsieur GAMBETTA," I then went on to say, "don't you think that this

horrible epidemic of gas, that is now filling with its deleterious

effluvia the brains and the throat of the French Government, ought to be

stopped? Don't you think, Monsieur GAMBETTA, that you, yourself, could

cut off your supply-pipe for a while and still have enough to light up

with on public occasions?"

I rested my right fore-finger upon one side of my nose and struck an

attitude of interrogation while putting these questions. The Minister's

face turned to an ashen hue, and then the blood came coursing back like

lava to the Crater's surface, without breaking through.

"Fiends seize the man, is a minister of France to be insulted in his own

capital?"

"Friend, calm yourself," I said: "Don't let the crabs run through your

brain like that. Cool off. Take those hot coppers out of your pantaloons

and fan yourself a little. That's what's the matter with France, to-day.

You Frenchmen fizzle, and crack, and shoot up into the air, and

otherwise get away with yourselves so fast, that no wonder the Germans

can't always find you when they go for you. Take my advice. Stop running

red-hot pokers down your backs. Drink more Vichy water and less brandy.

Keep your sky-rockets till next year. Lock your 'language' up in the

dictionary. Send VICTOR HUGO back to England. Tie a church steeple round

GEORGE FRANCIS TRAIN'S neck, and sink him off Toulon. Burn all your

proclamations. Throw rhetoric to the dogs. Put a head on the government

that ain't full of torpedoes. Present a solid front to the enemy. Simmer

down generally, and talk reason to BISMARCK, and, on the honor of

PUNCHINELLO, I can solemnly assure you that things won't be so

'speckled' as they now are."

Saying which, I gathered the drapery of my duster gracefully about me,

and left.

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