variety of wine in various places, heard and made many false and foolish speeches; and because last year a Russian squadron arrived at Toulon, and its officers, having gone to Paris and there eaten and drunk copiously, heard and made a still greater number of silly and untruthful speeches,—it came to pass that not only those who ate, drank, and spoke, but every one who was present, and even those who merely heard or read in the papers of these proceedings—all these millions of French and Russians—imagined suddenly that in some especial fashion they were enamored of each other; that is, that all the French love all the Russians, and all the Russians all the French.
These sentiments were expressed in France last October in the most unheard-of ways.
The following description of these proceedings appeared in the Village Review, a paper which collects its information from the daily press:—
"When the French and Russian squadrons met they greeted each other with salvos of artillery, and with ardent and enthusiastic cries of ‘Hurrah!’ ‘Long live Russia!’ ‘Long live France!’
"To all this uproar the naval bands (there were orchestras also on most of the hired steamboats) contributed, the Russian playing ‘God save the Tsar,’ and the French the ‘Marseillaise,’ the public upon the steamboats waving their hats, flags, handkerchiefs, and nosegays. Many barges were loaded entirely with men and women of the working-class with their children, waving nosegays and shouting ‘Long live Russia!’ with all their might. Our sailors, in view of such national enthusiasm, could not restrain their tears.
"In the harbor all the French men-of-war present were ranged in two divisions, and our fleet passed between them, the admiral's vessel leading. A splendid moment was approaching.
"A salute of fifteen guns was fired from the Russian flagship in honor of the French fleet, and the French flagship replied with thirty. The Russian National Hymn pealed from the French lines; French sailors
