From Paris, on the 28th of February last, about four o’clock in the afternoon, a rainbow was distinguished in the heavens. “Bravo!” cried a workman of the Faubourg Saint Antoine—“See how le bon Dieu (the good God) also acknowledges the French Republic—he hangs out the tricolored flag.”

This anecdote, though singularly French, who are noted for irreligion, does not strike me as betraying any lack of reverence. Could not the poor ouvrier in his ignorance really have presumed the rainbow to be a providential token? Instances of greater blindness might be recounted, which have happened at our own doors. Who does not know the stories of Millerite fanaticism? Are not the impostures of Matthias too recent not to be remembered in detail? The miracles which they pretended, and which were not too monstrous for the capacious maw of respectable credulity, were much more marvelous than the tricolored flag of the poor Paris laborer.

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