ke de Montpensier, greeted him
thus: "Ah! here you are, Monsieur; you were not killed, you have not had
good luck!"

Gudin, the marine painter, who went to England, saw Louis Philippe. The
King is greatly depressed. He said to Gudin: "I don't understand it.
What happened in Paris? What did the Parisians get into their heads? I
haven't any idea. One of these days they will recognise that I did not
do one thing wrong." He did not, indeed, do one thing wrong; he did all
things wrong!

He had in fact reached an incredible degree of optimism; he believed
himself to be more of a king than Louis XIV. and more of an emperor
than Napoleon. On Tuesday the 22nd he was exuberantly gay, and was
still occupied solely with his own affairs, and these of the pettiest
character. At 2 o'clock when the first shots were being fired, he was
conferring with his lawyers and business agents, MM. de Gerante, Scribe
and Denormandie, as to what could best be done about Madame Adelaide's
will. On Wednesday, at 1 o'clock, when the National Guard was declaring
against the government, which meant revolution, the King sent for M.
Hersent to order of him a picture of some kind.

Charles X. was a lynx.

Louis Philippe in England, however, bears his misfortune worthily. The
English aristocracy acted nobly; eight or ten of the wealthiest peers
wrote to Louis Philippe to offer him their chateaux and their purses.
The King replied: "I accept and keep only your letters."

The Duchess d'Orleans is also in straitened circumstances. She is on
bad terms with the d'Orleans family and the Mecklenburg family is on
bad terms with her. On the one hand she will accept nothing, and on the
other she can expect nothing.

At this time of writing (May, 1848) the Tuileries have already been
repaired, and M. Empis remarked to me this morning: "They are going to
clean up and nothing of the damage done will be apparent." Neuilly and
the Palais-Royal, however, have been devastated. The picture gallery
of the Palais-Royal, a pretty poor one by the by, has practically been
destroyed. Only a single picture remains perfectly intact, and that is
the Portrait of Philippe Egalite. Was it purposely respected by the riot
or is its preservation an irony of chance? The National Guards amused,
and still amuse, themselves by cutting out of the canvases that were not
entirely destroyed by fire faces to which they take a fancy.

IV. KING JEROME.

There entered my drawin