Presently some of the stoutest men shouldered a mass of these, and my conductor and myself following them, we entered a passage which led to another cellar, contiguous to that in which the papers were printed. There, sitting round a number of tables, were several young women. These women seized upon a portion of the papers brought in, and with an amazing rapidity folded them into a small compass. In a few minutes all the papers I had seen printed were folded and numbered off by dozens. Then comes another operation: a man came round and deposited before each woman a bundle of little paper slips, which I found to be the addresses of the subscribers. The women placed the labels and the paste on one side, and commenced operations. A bundle of papers, folded, was placed before each; the forefinger, dipped in the paste, immediately touched the paper and the label simultaneously, and the ‘Constitutionnel’ flew out with a speed perfectly astonishing from the hands of these women, ready to be distributed in town or country. They were then finishing the labelling of the papers for Paris circulation; 20,000 copies scarcely sufficing for the supply. This was the concluding sight in my visit to a Paris Newspaper Office. LINES BY ROBERT SOUTHEY. [_From an Unpublished Autograph._] The days of Infancy are all a dream, How fair, but oh! how short they seem— ’Tis Life’s sweet opening SPRING! The days of Youth advance: The bounding limb, the ardent glance, The kindling soul they bring— It is Life’s burning SUMMER time. Manhood—matured with wisdom’s fruit, Reward of Learning’s deep pursuit— Succeeds, as AUTUMN follows Summer’s prime. And that, and that, alas! goes by; And what ensues? The languid eye, The failing frame, the soul o’ercast; ’Tis WINTER’S sickening, withering blast, Life’s blessed season—for it is the last. SHORT CUTS ACROSS THE GLOBE. THE ISTHMUS OF SUEZ. That little neck of land which lies between the head of the Red Sea and the Gulph of Gaza, in the Mediterranean, is the cause of merchandise circumnavigating the two longest sides of the triangular continent of Africa on its way to the East; instead of making the short cut which is available for passengers by what is called the ‘overland route.’ If a water-way were opened across the Isthmus, the highway for the goods traffic as well as for the passenger traffic of Europe, India, China, and Australia, will be along the Mediterranean and Red Seas and the Indian Ocean. And that highway will be so thronged, that the expense of travelling by it will be reduced to a _minimum_, and the accommodations for travellers at intermediate stations raised to a _maximum_ of comfort.