Come out in the streets again! What has become of the bright look they wore? There are no longer the _belles toilettes_ of the last Parisian fashion--no gay dresses, or but a scanty, worn-out, tawdry show--none of the ancient splendour of rich Paris. A few _élégants_, it is true, familiar faces, may be still met upon their former lounging haunts on the Boulevards; but they are few, and their varnished boots even have a dull lustreless look, that is perfectly sympathetical with the general gloom. Several, certainly, may be met in the uniform of the National Guard, but with such an altered, any thing but "lion"-like mien, that you do not recognise them at first, and cut half your best acquaintances. The equipages which formerly dashed hither and thither over the pavement, are now _raræ aves_ in the streets; and the few who exhibit thus openly their superior wealth have, for the most part, considered it advisable to have the armorial bearings upon the pannels of their vehicles painted over. Most of the upper classes have put down their carriages, and sold or sent away their horses. The unfortunate "rich," however, are in sad straits; if they show themselves _en voiture_, while their humbler neighbours walk on foot, they may stand a chance, in the new realm of "_égalité_," of having their ears saluted with the menacing cry of "_à bas les aristocrates--à bas les riches!_" if they restrict their expenses and reduce their establishments, they run the risk of being seriously denounced as favourers of the "_conspiration de l`économie_," which they are supposed to form in order to injure the republic by refusing to spend their money. Where the people are lords and masters, the upper classes have evidently a far harder game to play, and much less tolerance to expect, than in the contrary rule. In the aspect of the streets, then, there is not a trace of Paris as it was.