The Demetian Mirror

LOUIS PHILIPPE AND ROMEO COATES. Louis PHILIPPE has gone to Boulogne, to visit the scene of Monsieur le Maire's triumph. Louis PHILIPPE in this has shown himself the clever fellow that we always took him for. He proves to the French that their shooting at him once a month has not made him afraid of them yet, and that he is still too strong for Jacobins, Revolutionists, and the bones of BONAPARTE. All this is prodigiously unlike one of the "grande nationbut Louis PHILIPPE was half- a-dozen years in England—he learned common sense among us—and the lessons which he got in Twickenham have made him fit to master the Tuilleries. His late little expedition to Boulogne was a gallant affair. Setting off at night from his chateau at Havre, he faced the tempest up Channel' However, he must have learned that French captains are not the happiest of all navigators; when he found that his steam-packet could not get into Boulogne, where the little English packet ran every day. He must also have learned the additional lesson of the nature of French pier-building, by seeing the whole of the new pier at Calais demolished by a single brush of the Veloce's keel; and his experience not being yet complete, we presume that he must have been charmed with a sense of the national naval tactics, when he found his ship run upon the sands, with her broadside to the surge, and the MAJESTY of France glad to escape how he might from the government vessel. We should have been very apt, in such a succession of blunders, to have cashiered the captain, sent the pilot on board a man-of-war, and apprenticed the crews to the first English collier that would teach them their business. Still, all this was no fault of Louis PHILIPPE. He made his way to the field of glory" at last, made some very suitable speeches to the troops, the National Guards, and the people, and went off, after pleasing every body. All this is of a different order from poor Lord MELBOURNE'S tours of state-his precipitate drives from Buckin- gham Palace to Windsor, and from Windsor to Buckingham Palace again, exactly in time for din- ner. In one picture we see a clever, strong-minded, and active man, always ready to fly to the spot where his presence is required, and always leaving an im- pression of his intelligence and manliness behind him in the other, only the dandy of sixty, yawning through public business, and alive only among a circle of foolish and gossiping females, as foolish and gossiping as any of them all, devoured with ennui wherever he is, and even at the royal table reduced to the last extremity of a worn out anecdote mon- ger. But another figure has turned up. Circumstances show men. We had thought that ROMEO COATES was dead and buried ten years ago; but that illustrious individual was only hiding his beams, and he has started into light in Boulogne. His apartments in the Hotel du Nord were loyally lent by him to the Kirg, and he received the monarch on the stairs with a confusion of French, and an eloquence of alarm, which must have nearly overthrown Louis .PHILIPPE'S centre of gravity. However, if the lan- guage was bad grammar, the sentiment was good sense. Its translation being Long live the King! No war with England." We do not venture to give the French in which this was spoken, but it was pro- bably as classic as any LORD PALMERSTON is capa- ble of speaking, and the sentiment is fifty-fold more rational than any that he has ever spoken on the subject. We think that ROMEO would be a happy substitute in the Foreign Affairs." Britannia. PLEASUSES OF WAR.-The moment for arousing at the bivouac is never amusing. You have slept because you were fatigued; but when you rise, your limbs feel stiff; your mustaches, like tufts of clover, are impearled, every hair of them, with dew drops; the teeth are clenched, and you must rub the gums for a considerable time to restore the circulation. These little inconveniences are continually happening even when the weather is fine, but when it is rainy or cold, the situation is a great deal worse, and hence it is that heroes have the gout and rheumatism.— Lights and shades of Military life. It was considered a fair ground of reproach among the Romans when he could not swim. "He can neither read nor swim was the expression used to signify one thoroughly ignorant." STATE OF TRADE AT BIRMINGHAM.—We are happy to hear, on pretty good authority, that some of the merchants have more orders, and things are in some degree looking up, though as yet but very little.- Birmingham Advertiser. In the Irish Gardeners' Magazine it is stated that not only decoction of the leaves of the Camomile will destroy insects, but that nothing contributes so much to the health of a garden as a number of camomile plants dispersed through it. DR. SOUTHEY We regret to learn, that the deli- cate health of the Poet Laureate has obliged him, for the present, to abstain from all literary labour.- Salopian Journal.

returning from it. We are told that on entering the box the house rose and cheered; which was assuredly a very strong demonstration on the part of bricks and mortar. This extraordinary burst of enthusiasm from the house, was followed by an almost equally extraor- dinary act on the part of an English gentleman, named BROSITER, "who seized the hand of Louis PHILIPPE," extended in act of acknowledgement to the bricks and mortar, "and heartily grasping it, being as heartily pressed in return, cried God bless you Louis PHILIPPE.' It is to be hoped that the CITIZEN-KING washed his hand afterward. Well, the play was played; and then Louis PHILIPPE returned home on foot. As the crowd pressed closely round to obtain a nearer view, one of the soldiers drew his sword to drive them back, which the KING observed, and begged him to sheathe it, for that it was unne- cessary among his faithful people in Boulogne. Scarcely had lie arrived at the Hotel d'Orleang, situate at the corner of the street in which the theatre stands, when it came on to rain, and lie set off at a gentle trot, accompanied by guards and attendants running at the same pace." This trotting match, considering the age and size of Louis, must have been a good thing in its way, but there are two noticeable oddities in this matter—the first that he should have been without an umbrella, his almost inseparable companion—the next, that nobody should have had one to offer him. The ensuing morning, Tuesday, brought with it the concluding act. The QUEEN went early to mass; and then the CITIZEN-KING received a numerous party at breakfast, including of course "the Prefect, Sous Prefect, the Mayor and his two asssistants, the heads of the various public offices, the chief officers of the 42nd Regiment, and of the National Guard and Dou- ane." Eating over, and all parties in high good humour, the denouement arrives. The National Guard and the 42nd .Regiment are drawn up in the Grande Rue; another account says in the market- place, opposite the Church of St. Nicholas. The CITIZEN-KING inspects the troops, who cry Vive le Roi. The QUEEN follows, accompanied by the ladies of her family. They are received with acclamations, which they return gracefully." Women, God bless them always do everything gracefully. The time is now come for the speechifying; and accordingly Louis PHILIPPE speaks as follows:— Frenchmen and Comrades !-The whole of France thanks you-I thank you-for your recent exertions in fa- your of liberty, peace, and order. I am also grateful to you for the attachment you manifested to my throne and dynasty. The glory of the ancient army, the memory of which is con- secrated by the pillar which overlooks this city, has fallen upon you, and you have shewn that, should occasion arise to require your services in defence of the liberties and rights of France, you know how to gain a military reputation." Now although Louis PHILIPPE would hardly in- dulge in waggery on such an occasion, yet the idea of a military reputation's" being gained by the discom- fiture of a handful of unarmed men does smack of a sly sarcasm. The allusion to the ancient army," and, iu the same breath, to "my dynasty," was we take it, a lapsus Ungues. However, the speech went down with applause, the crosses and promotions with still greater, and the curtain dropped on the following rather bathic finale. Louis PHILIPPE, previously to taking his departure, returned to his hotel, when- On ascending the staircase he was met by the celebrated ROMEO COATES, who on seeing His MAJESTY, exclaimed Vive le Roi! No war with England.' His MAJESTY graciously bowed and smiled, and repeated the words No war with England. To which we cannot do better than respond, No war with France."