In pursuing my way along the rail which encloses the specimens exhibited--a progress which was necessarily very slow from the pressure of the crowd,--I followed close behind a tall, elegant, aristocratic-looking gentleman, who was accompanied by his son--decidedly his son,--the boy "fathered himself;" I never saw a stronger likeness. Their conversation, which I overheard by no act of impertinent listening, but because I could not possibly avoid it, amused me much. I am seldom thrown into such close contact with strangers without making a fancy-sketch of who and what they are; but upon this occasion I was thrown out,--it was like reading a novel, the _dénouement_ of which is so well concealed as to evade guessing. The boy and his father were not of one mind; their observations were made in the spirit of different parties: the father, I suspect, was a royalist,--the son, I am sure, was a young doctrinaire. The crowd hung long upon the spot where a magnificent collection of embroidery for the seats and backs of a set of chairs was displayed. "They are for the Duke of Orleans," said the father. "Yes, yes," said the boy; "they are fit for him--they are princely." "They are fit for a king!" said the father with a sigh. The lad paused for a moment, and then said, _avec intention_, as the stage directions express it, "Mais lui aussi, il est fils de St. Louis; n'est-ce pas?" The father answered not, and the crowd moved on. All I could make of this was, that the boy's instructor, whether male or female, was a faithful disciple of the "_PARCEQU'il est Bourbon_" school; and whatever leaven of wavering faith may be mixed up with this doctrine, it forms perhaps the best defence to be found for attachment to the reigning dynasty amongst those who are too young to enter fully into the expediency part of the question. In the last of the suite of rooms opened for this exhibition, are displayed splendid pieces of tapestry from subjects taken from Rubens' Medicean Gallery. That the achievement of these enormous combinations of stitches must have been a labour of extreme difficulty, there can be no doubt; but notwithstanding my admiration for French needles, I am tempted to add, in the words of our uncompromising moralist, "Would it had been impossible!" LETTER XXXII. Eglise Apostolique Française.--Its doctrine.--L'Abbé Auzou.--His Sermon on "les Plaisirs Populaires."