Carnival is not what it once was. In the time of Louis Philippe the fushionables of the day took their part in the popular amusements. There was an Englishman, Lord Seymour, distingnished for his elegant dissipation, who was foremost in the wildest scenes aréme. He hada playful habi of throwing gold coins amongst the people when they pressed too closely upon him. He was known and loved of the crowd. He figured in pantomime asa Lord of Misrale. Iam aware that various attempts have been made to purge his character of much of its eccentric i main in the winds of the Parisians as the type of the mad Englishman. The odd thing is that Seymour had a French rival who did what he could to outshine my lord in the glory of his equipage and the expensive folly of his acts; but he only succeeded in enhancing the reputation of the Eng! aristocrat. It is, however, fairly certain, that many of the escapades attributed in the chronicles of the time to our countryman, belonged properly to his French imitator. Nowadays the Carnival is anything but mocratic. Thoro is little chance of meeting a nobleman in disguise amongst the revellers; indeed most people of the better sort shun the noise and con-fashion of the Boulevards as they would the plague. It has become purely the people's day, and from noon onwards the streets are given up to the procession and the joys of confetti-throwing.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.