The Emperor of the French and his Prospects.
EVERYBODY knows that Louis Napoleon came to his place by the prestige of his name, and held it by the prestige of his success. There has been a singular overlooking of other circumstances contributing to his temporary success. To select one from many of these circumstances: the contribution of California and Australia; to select another: the need and greed which the Church party had for an active partner. In 1852 all the commercial trading world was offered supply of means and desired only assured quiet to act; the church-going, pietistic, retroactive world, desired only a protective, politic, political partner. Trade and commerce have made their way. The Priest party, since 1859, are rather hostile than friendly to the Emperor. His prestige has wofully vanished in view of Italy’s independent triumph, of Prussia’s defiant triumph, of the United States’ unexpected triumph—of the cumulated Danish, Polish and other rebuffs, and of the complicated, superfetated, inexcusably hopeless, utterly smashed bungle of the Mexican pretense. The Emperor of France to-day stands, as a politician, on his own merits: it is a narrow and uncertain foothold. His sins are finding him out. His unfortunately-fledged chickens are coming home to roost. His 'prestige' is mainly gone. Stripped of that, he is getting to be looked on as one that hath not clothing, and so his ruling quality is grown doubtful. See Isa. iii, 6. We are not to have a revolution to-morrow. His Majesty shot one day this week a couple of hundred of his winged and quadrupedal fellow-creatures, driven into narrow and fatal reach of his unskillful gun, at Compiegne; his personal malady is soothed for the moment; the World's Fair of next year makes it everybody’s interest not to bother him till it is over. But revolution is in the air.—European Correspondent of N. Y. Tribune.