“_Parlez vous, Messieurs_ (laughter), I greet you all. I stand before you a relic of the past--of a noble past--of a gigantic past--of a--a--_sacre a la pain et fromage_ (increased laughter)--God bless the past! (Cheers.) “_Ate fif tesix five_: General Grant is a great man; he is a good man; he is a noble man. In his name I bid you welcome. God bless General Grant, our noble President, our Chief Executive. (Cheers and applause of five minutes’ duration.) “The press, _Messieurs_, the press! I represent that gigantic instrument of civilization. I have a family devoted to the press. Should supplies of printers’ ink give out, they would spill their dearest blood to keep it running. _Je suis_, pardon me, _Messieurs_, if I pause to bless them (cries of ‘do,’ ‘do’). God bless them all! _Ate fif tesix five._ (Immense applause.) “I greet you as brothers, _eau de vie_. I have been to Paris. I have visited the _Pont Neuf_. I have stood on that bridge at midnight, I have gazed at the flowing tide, with the shining stars above me and my family by my side. (Cheers.) “I have walked along the _Champs Elysées_:-- “Noble walk! “Glorious promenade! “I have looked upon the _Column Vendome_:-- “Magnificent monument! “Sublime creation! “I have examined the exterior of the _Hotel de Ville_:-- “In short, _Messieurs_, I have been to Paris; ’tis no more than just that you should come to Philadelphia. (Laughter and applause.) “Philadelphia and Paris! (Cheers.) “Paris and Philadelphia! (Cheers.) “Noble cities! “God bless you all. _Ate fif tesix five._ (Paroxysmal applause.)” The Chevalier responded in very fair French. He was attired in his national costume. He wore a Lyons velvet coat trimmed with Valenciennes lace, a white Marseilles vest, and French _papeterie_ knee-breeches; his hair was powdered with Paris white. Later in the evening the Commission was serenaded by the German Singing Societies. They executed the _Marseillaise_ with great spirit and effect. [DIE WACHT AM DELAWARE.] The same day the junk of Prince Kung, the Regent of the Orphan of the Sun, the Child Emperor of China, arrived in the Delaware. The vessel was brilliantly illuminated with Chinese lanterns, and a band of native musicians discoursed sweet music from the forward poop upon their wooden accordeons and pipes of reed. The Prince was a lantern-jawed sort of an individual with a candle-wicked eye. He and his suite were met by a delegation of laundrymen at Poplar Street wharf. Sam Wing, Esq., extended them an invitation to attend an opium banquet next day at the hall of the Bedford Street Mission. While this reception was in progress up town, the firing of guns and ringing of bells announced the arrival of the Imperial German Commission.