ground to those, who, in the words of one of our most elegant writers, the lamented author of Hadad, remember the deeds of the chieftain, who "came to us during our life-struggle in his own ship, freighted with munitions of war, which he gratuitously distributed to our army; clothed and put shoes on the feet of the naked, suffering soldiers; equipped and armed a regiment at his own expense; received no pay, but expended in our service, from 1777 to 1783, the sum of 700,000 francs; and whose name, wherever the pulse of freedom beats, should be pronounced with benedictions."
Literary reputation as well as scientific attainment are highly appreciated in Paris. Intellect, and the labors of intellect, are passports to that temple of honor, which in some other countries must be entered with a key of gold. It is pleasing to see with what enthusiasm Lamartine and Arago are pointed out in their seats, amid the five hundred members of the Chamber of Deputies. The poet De la Vigne, notwithstanding his retiring modesty, is shown exultingly to strangers, and the pen of Guizot has won him more admirers than his political fame. It was gratifying to perceive that our talented countryman, Robert Walsh, Esq., was as highly and truly respected in the capital of France, as in the land of his birth. One of the most imposing audiences, that I remember to have seen while there, was convened in the Palace of the Institute, formerly the Mazarine College, to witness the
