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Show The Use of Thiers' House in Pabis. Only conceive this one bit of irony. I can't well get out of my room and down town breakfastward, without passing the garden wall of M. Thiers, his property in the Place St. George. The dead wall of his garden is all alive with the decrees of the Commune. I regard myself a morning subscriber, to that wall, aud read there in common with the wayfaring fools all placarded Commune decrees; and uei.1. to the dead wall I come to the iron grating, and on the stone parapet which that rests on, are displayed all the journals of the day and of the Commune, and just below vulgarest vegetables, turnips, tur-nips, carrots, cabbage and sich; and then coming to the carriage entrance of M. Thiers (Chef du Executive, which can't execute), I fall on posted National Nation-al Guards from Montniartre. Can the irony of historic fate go further? Mr. Huntington from Paris to Cincinnati Commercial. |