We can ourselves recall the memory of a time when that CHANGARNIER, who is now a lion in fetters, held such rule over Paris military and Paris constabulary, that a toss of his thumb would send half the representatives to prison; and now, there is not so much as a regiment who would venture a wail for his losses. This offers sad comment on the “thinking capacity” of bayonets! What shall we suppose of these hundred thousand scene-shifters in the red pantaloons? Are they worked upon merely by the Napoleonic champagne to a change of views; or are they tired of a sham Republic, and willing to take instead a sham Empire; or have they grown political economists, with new appreciation of government stability, and a long-sighted eagerness to secure tranquillity? Or, is not the humbler truth too patent, that their opinions herd together by a kind of brute sympathy, and are acted upon by splendor—whether of crime or of munificence; and, moreover, is it not too clear that those five hundred thousand men who prop the new dynasty with bayonets, are without any sort of what we call moral education, and rush to every issue like herds of wild bison—guided solely by instinct? And would not a little of that sort of education which sets up school-houses, and spreads newspapers, and books, and Harper’s Magazines like dew over the length and the breadth of our land, do more toward the healing of that sick French nation, than the prettiest device of Constitution, or the hugest five-sous bath-house? Ah, well-a-day, we shall have little hope for _la belle France_, UNTIL HER ARMY SHOWS INTELLIGENCE, and HER STATESMEN HONESTY. We can hardly give this current topic the go-by, without bringing to our reader’s eye a happy summing up of suppositions in the columns of Punch, and if our listener will only read Congressional for Parliamentary, and the _Bentons_ and the _Casses_ for the _Grahames_ and the _Gladstones_, he may form a very accurate idea of a _Napoleon-Mr.-Fillmore_.