At the present moment, when the rumored capture of Tweed is the startling theme of political and social spcculation, a word regarding his friends cannot fail to be of public interest. Richard B. Connolly, ex-Comptroller, resides with his son-inlaw, Joel B. Fithian, at Vevey, Switzerland. After an extended tour in the East and a proIon ged sojourn at Cairo, where he was first recognized under the thin disguise oí a French tourist, he purchased, jointly with Mr. Fithian, the chateau of the ex-King of Holland, which lies on the shores of Lake Leman. Here he has since made bis home. The place has been fitted up in the most luxurious manner The eutertainments given are described as generous and elabórate, if not elegant. Peter B. Sweeny lives in one of the most palatial private hotels in Paris. The en trance is at No. 9 Kue Solferino, though the frontege lies upon the quay of the river Seine. The windows command a view of the Tuileries gardens, the palace, and the Place de la Concorde. The quarter is expensive and aristocratie, the neighborhood being made up largely of the old nobility. Mr. Sweeny lives very quietly, and is only a,t home to a few intímate friends. Several months ago he expressed himself as seriously inclined to return to New York and meet his accusers. Aa an intended proof of this heroic resolve, he actuilly went as far as ijondon. Mrs. Sweeny - formerly the wife of William Page, the artist - bas lately given some charmiug select tnusicales in Paris, at which the faahion of the American colony has been represented. Richard Tweed, son of Wm. M. Tweed, and more familiarly known as "Dick," has been living in Paris under the name of Richard Sands. His apartment, shared by Elbert A. Woodward (late Clerk of the New York Board of Supervisors), is in the Faubourg St. Honore, near the Boulevard Haussmann. He is supposed to be acting in the interests of his father as the sentinel over his dangerous friend, whose return Tweed always feared, and who he frequently wished was dead. Despite his vigilance, Mr. Woodward, who goos under the name oí Warren, makes .an occasional flying trip to America. DurÍDg the past summer, he honored Baltimojo with a brief visit. His embarrassed affairs are in the hands of a prominent Broadway merchant, who, in the hope of effeoting a private settlement, made a trip to Paris in June or July. Charles F. Wilbour, whose relations with the New York Printing Company remain in mystery, is living in the Rue de la Bienfaisanoe, in Paris, where he is pursuing the study of Grecian and Egyptian hieroglyphijs. William Hennessy Cook, generalij known as the "voucher thief," npeiiils his time on the circuit of Biussels, Paris and London. During the season he may be found in the latter city, usually in the evening at the popular restaurant known au the Criterion. He is reported to be in straitened eircumstances, and is apparently greatly depressed. Though frequentiug public resorts at night, he is rarely to be seen during the day. Ho unhesitatingly recognizes his old friends, but avoids makiag new acquaintances. It was while he was being accosted in the following manner by a former associate, a loyal American, that hisidentity became known: " We 11, Cook, when are you going home ï" inquired the inquisitor, with a snnle. "As soon as they will let me," answered the culprit, in an undertoneof confidence. "Well," exclaimed ho that was without sin, casting a stone of rebuke, "when you do, I hope they wili hang you." Lewis Baker, wko shot William Poole and whose later reputation is associated with contracta on Genet's Harlem Court House, resides in Paris, and when at home may be found any evening at the Grand Cafe, corner of Rue Scribe and the Boulevard, enjoying a game of poker. He has lost none of his interest in American affairs, and while in London this summer he might have been seen at any hour of the day ehatting with a friend or reading tho latest papers at Bowles' Exchango, Charing Cross. He is in feeble health. In personal anee he is not unlike Tammany's exchief. Both in face and stature the resemblance is striking. Mr. Baker is a shrewd financier, and has managed his questionably-gotten gains greatly to his own advantage.