I will have no more cannon founded. They are a curse and shall
be melted--the iron ones into railroads; the bronze ones into statues of
beautiful saints, angels, and wise men; the copper ones into money, to
be distributed among my poor. I was poor once, and I love them.
"'There shall be no more poverty; no more wars; no more avarice; no more
passports; no more custom-houses; no more lying: no more physic.
"'My Chambers will put the seal to these reforms. I will it. I am the
king.
(Signed) 'Louis.'"
"Some alarm was created yesterday by the arrival of a body of the
English Foot-Guard under the Duke of Jenkins; they were at first about
to sack the city, but on hearing that the banner of the lilies was once
more raised in France, the Duke hastened to the Tuileries, and offered
his allegiance to his Majesty. It was accepted: and the Plush Guard
has been established in place of the Swiss, who waited on former
sovereigns."
"The Irish Brigade quartered in the Tuileries are to enter our service.
Their commander states that they took every one of the forts round
Paris, and having blown them up, were proceeding to release Louis
XVII., when they found that august monarch, happily, free. News of their
glorious victory has been conveyed to Dublin, to his Majesty the King of
the Irish.
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