heavy artillery. The mobs used to riot there, but
they must seek another rallying-place in future.
And this ingenious Napoleon paves the streets of his
great cities with a smooth, compact composition of
asphaltum and sand. No more barricades of flag-
stones--no more assaulting his Majesty's troops
with cobbles. I cannot feel friendly toward my
quondam fellow-American, Napoleon III., especially
at this time, ¹ when in fancy I see his credulous
victim, Maximilian, lying stark and stiff in Mexico,
and his maniac widow watching eagerly from her
French asylum for the form that will never come--
but I do admire his nerve, his calm self-reliance, his
shrewd good sense.

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