The streets next day were full of hearses;
but even the number of funerals that took
place were insignificant, in comparison to the
slacks of corpses which were cast into deep
trenches without shroud or coffin, and covered
with quicklime. I went to the Morgue in the
afternoon, and found that dismal charnel-
house fully tenanted. Every one of the fourteen
beds had a corpse; some, dead with
gunshot wounds; some, sabred; some, horribly
mutilated by cannon balls. There was a
queue outside of at least two thousand people,
laughing, talking, smoking, eating apples, as
though it was some pleasant spectacle they
were going to, instead of that frightful
exhibition. Yet, in this laughing, talking,
smoking crowd, there were fathers who had
missed their sons; sons who came there dreading
to see the corpses of their fathers; wives
of Socialist workmen, sick with the almost
certainty of finding the bodies of their
husbands. The bodies were only exposed
six hours  but the clothes remained—
a very grove of blouses. The neighbouring
churches were hung with black, and there
were funeral services at St. Roch and at the
Madeleine.

And yet—with this Golgotha so close; with
the blood not yet dry on the Boulevards; with
corpses yet lying about the streets; with five
thousand soldiers bivouacking in the Champs
Elysées; with mourning and lamentation in
almost every street; with a brutal military
in almost every printing-office, tavern, café;
with proclamations threatening death and
confiscation covering the walls; with the city
in a siege, without a legislature, without
laws, without a government—this extraordinary
people was, the next night, dancing and
flirting at the Salle Valentino, or the Prado,
lounging in the foyers of the Italian Opera,
gossiping over their eau-sucrée, or squabbling
over their dominoes outside and inside the
cafés. I saw Rachel in "Les Horaces;" I
went to the Variétés, the Opéra Comique, and
no end of Theatres; and as we walked
home at night through lines of soldiers,
brooding over their bivouacs, I went into a
restaurant; and, asking whether it had been
a ball which had starred the magnificent
pier-glass before me, got for answer, "Ball,
sir!—cannon ball, sir!—yes, sir!" for all the
world as though I had inquired about the
mutton being in good cut, or asparagus in
season!

So, while they were shooting prisoners and
dancing the Schottische at the Casino; burying
their dead; selling breloques for watch-
chains in the Palais Royal; demolishing
barricades, and staring at the caricatures in
M. Aubert's windows; taking the wounded
to the hospitals, and stock-jobbing on the
Bourse; I went about my business, as well as
the state of siege would let me. Turning
my face homeward, I took the Rouen and
Havre Railway, and so, viâ Southampton, to
London. As I saw the last cocked hat of the
last gendarme disappear with the receding
pier at Havre, a pleasant vision of the blue-
coats, oil-skin hats, and lettered collars of the
land I was going to, swam before my eyes; and,
I must say that, descending the companion-
ladder, I thanked Heaven I was an Englishman.
I was excessively sea-sick, but not the
less thankful; and getting at last to sleep,
dreamed of the Bill of Rights and Habeas
Corpus. I wonder how they would flourish
amidst Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, and
Musketry!

THE FIVE TRAVELLERS.

LOOK at the map, and see what a narrow slip
of land unites the North and South Americas,
and drives the mariner, in proceeding from the
Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean, round the icy
stormy seas of Cape Horn! Since the days of
the buccaneers, the overland track had been
almost abandoned by Europeans, until the
discovery of the gold of California made a
short cut indispensable; and we wonder that
it was not abandoned, since never, within so
narrow a space, have more fearful physical
difficulties been interposed.

In October last, as recently recorded in the
daily papers, fierce disputes, ending in a
murderous onslaught, took place between the
native Indian boatmen at the town of Chagres,
on the Atlantic side of the Isthmus of Panama,
and the Anglo-American boatmen. The latter
were desirous of monopolising the profit of
conveying passengers to the Mail steamers;
and, finding themselves under-bid by the more
civil and less extravagant Indians, they
proceeded, according to the maxims of Judge
Lynch, to put down the opposition, by firing
on and killing several Indians. The Spanish-
Indian population had possession of the
fort which commanded the opposite side
of the river where the Americans were
encamped; and, were about to pour upon the
marauders a point-blank fire of artillery,
when, fortunately, the captain of the British
Mail steamer "Medway" sent his boats on
shore, armed, to protect British subjects.
Through this intervention, a truce was
patched up between the hostile parties.

While the officer commanding the boats was
engaged in this difficult task, his protection
was claimed by five individuals; whose torn
and travel-stained half-Spanish, half-English
costume, and whose uncombed, unshaven,
weary, excited, and haggard faces, gave them
more the appearance of banditti than honest
travellers. They had been seized by the
natives as Anglo-Americans, and were in
danger of losing their lives in expiation of
the murders committed by ruffians of that
nation. Fortunately, they spoke Spanish
fluently; and their explanations, backed by
the oflicer of the "Medway," released them,
and placed them safe on board the Mail
steamer.

This party consisted of Mr. Young, secretary