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their bodies stopped for want of a passport on the French shore ; and so 

 both money and bodies are making a quiet transfer of themselves to the 

 shores of England. And they are quite right. For magnificent dealings 

 are going on in the French funds, and though our neighbours are al- 

 ways patriotic, they are now and then slippery. A Paris paper says, 

 " The famous Ouvrard is reported to have gained many millions by the 

 enormous fall the funds experienced on Monday week ; the losses of the 

 house of Rothschild are, they say, in an equal proportion, and the head 

 of that house indulges in reproaches against the perfidy of Prince 

 Polignac, who, up to the last moment, kept him in perfect security, and 

 induced him to speculate for the rise. Rothschild would, however, ex- 

 cite no interest were he and all his to be reduced to beggary. Have 

 not those Jews always, since 1814, been found knocking at the doors of 

 every Cabinet, with their money-bags under their arms, ready to aid 

 every enterprise against the liberty of Europe ?" A good hint for 

 Rothschild. 



We thought that the famous Ouvrard had been provided for long ago. 

 However he seems to be, like Johnson, the smuggler, proof to time, 

 chance, and justice. 



The world is now fuller of strange sights than ever. It is impossible 

 but that something odd is intended on a large scale, by the confusion 

 of all things in little. We have now an African king in Europe, with 

 a harem of fifty black, white, copper-coloured, and pieballed Venuses, 

 from the ends of the earth, with hourly reinforcements from Africa, 

 Greece, and the indigenous virtue and beauty of Bella Italia herself. 

 The real Dey of Algiers is at Naples, with a household of grim 

 Turks and swarthy Moors fierce cimetar-bearers men of the pillaff 

 and the poisoned cup men of the ataghan, the Koran, and the sacred 

 kettle the rice-eating, wine-abhorring, opium- swallowing, and blood- 

 drinking. And all this romantic scene, so dear to our melo-dramatists, 

 novel-writers, and girls of sixteen, is to be seen at this moment in the 

 city of Naples ; for the journey to which we may contract, at so much 

 per head eating, drinking, and slumber included in Cornhill. 



The statement of the Dey's pearls, his turbans, jewel-hilted swords, 

 and gold breakfast-cups, is enough to attract all the thieves of London 

 to the neighbourhood of Portici, and justify a second French expedition for 

 robbery and the rights of man. But the French have got handsomely 

 by his highness already. The following account is not written by 

 Aladdin, nor to be found in the Arabian Nights : but is from Algiers. 



" I went into the treasury ; it consists of four vaulted apartments on 

 the ground floor. Round each chamber there are repositories each 

 twelve feet long, six broad, and four deep. Some were full of quadru- 

 ples, some of sequins of Venice, others contained a mixture of gold coin, 

 among which were Portugal pieces of 168 francs. Other repositories 

 were filled with Spanish piastres, and others with silver coin of the 

 regency. One apartment only had no repositories. The floor was covered 

 to the depth of three feet with Spanish piastres. There was also dia- 

 mond necklaces, silver vases, &c. When I entered, several men were 

 employed in taking up the silver and gold with a shovel, and putting it 

 into a scale, which was emptied into chests containing about sixty kilo- 

 grammes of gold, valued at 3,000 francs the kilogramme. Some was also 



