You don't? Why, it nearly led to a war between France and Britain! Did you never hear how the fiercely-moustachioed Gallic colonels swaggered about the Boulogne cafes, loud in their denunciations of perfidious Albion, while smoking their endless cigarettes and sipping their poisonous absinthe; and how, but for the staunch fidelity of the ill- fated Emperor Napoleon--since deserted by his quondam ally--and the jaunty pluck of our then gallant premier, brave "old Pam"--whose loss we have had ample reason, oftentimes of late, to deplore--there might have been a sudden rupture of that "entente cordiale" between the two nations, which was cemented in the Crimea, and expired but a couple of years ago under the besieged walls of Paris? Ah! that was a time when the whilom "Cupid's" boast, "Civis Anglicanus sum," was not an empty claim, as it is in these days of poverty-stricken "retrenchments," and senile forfeitures of all that made England great and grand through five hundred years of history! But the Barnard case--you must have heard of that, surely? It was just about the period when the wonderful volunteer fever commenced to rage with such intense earnestness over here; and when our "valuable auxiliary forces"--as amateur military critics in the House are so fond of repeating--were first instituted, in the fear of a second invasion of this sacred realm of liberty. We did not then place much reliance on the "streak of silver sea," when in the direct face of danger, as a great "statesman" would have us do now that it no longer confronts us! Ha, at last you recollect, eh? I need not prompt your memory any further. Bien. It was at this period that Monsieur Parole d'Honneur was advised in high official circles that it would be for the benefit of his health if he quitted French soil for awhile. He had been known to have once been intimately associated with Mazzini, and that gentleman was supposed to be implicated in the Orsini affair--when an attempt was made against Napoleon's life in the Place d'Opera; so, as Parole d'Honneur had likewise been heard to speak rather unguardedly at a political club of patriots to which he belonged, the prefectorial mind "putting that and that together," very reasonably presumed that our friend must have some connection with the bomb conspirators. The consequences were, that Parole d'Honneur was told to quit Paris instantly, and leave France itself within four-and-twenty hours,--although he was innocent of the slightest knowledge concerning the plot. However, there was no help for it. Prefects are not in the habit of discussing their suspicions with suspected persons; and thus he had to bid adieu to his country in a hurry. He thereupon shook off its dust from his papier-mache-soled boots, coming to England, in the manner of his compatriots, to earn his livelihood as a teacher of languages.