_Annales de l’Agriculture Française_ is published by Tessier, and is now advanced as far as the twelfth volume. It is one of the best and most valuable publications extant in the Republic, and has afforded great encouragement and information to the cultivator. Although Tessier is the editor of the work, Monsieur Hugard is the principal manager. He is an honest, indefatigable and learned man. He was brought up as a practising farrier in his father’s shop, to which circumstance he is indebted for the beginning of his knowledge (now that of an expert) upon the diseases and treatment of horses and other cattle. He has a sound and vigorous intellect, looks as plump and jolly as John Bull, and possesses all the good nature of that character. _Annales Statistiques_ is likely to prove one of the most valuable productions of France. It is extremely well printed on good paper, and a number appears every month. _Bibliothèque Commerciale_ is a new work determined to diffuse information upon subjects of commerce and navigation. _Annales des Arts et Manufactures._ This is a periodical publication, accompanied by a number of engravings. The editor is one O’Reilly, an Irishman, once a pronounced and violent Jacobin. [Sidenote: CITIZEN O’REILLY] As citizen O’Reilly, in the year 1792, he succeeded in expelling two Englishmen from White’s in the Rue des Petits Pères, because they opposed the maniac Irish propositions of Citizen Lord Edward Fitzgerald and the two unhappy Sheares, all of whom met a tragic fate in Ireland.[8] O’Reilly, however, remained in France and thereby saved himself from the fate which his deserts fully entitled him. The Colonel Commandant of Tyrone in Ireland during the rebellion, informed me that Citizen O’Reilly had been hanged. I was therefore not a little astonished one day in Paris, when about to sit down to dinner at a party to which I had been invited, to see my old friend enter the room, quite _debonnair_ and dressed or rather masked _à la française_. In this land of magic I had been so accustomed to see supposed dead men once more in the flesh, that I eyed this ghost for a considerable time before addressing him, but he hearing my name mentioned, at once exclaimed: God bless me! is it you, Mr. Yorke? do you not recollect me? “Upon my word, sir, yes; you are so much like a gentleman of my acquaintance who had the misfortune to be hanged four years since in Ireland, that I could swear you were the very man.” After some explanation, I found he had escaped the hands of Jack Ketch, and is now, as he expressed it, “a French citizen and no subject of the King of England.” He seemed desirous of taking every opportunity to affront the English and asperse our Government.