London Life

The London correspondent of the Baltimore Sun thus mixes up his own ideas and those of an eminent French writer in regard to the British capital : "The idealistic and materialistic Edmond About, as special correspondent to the London Athenanim, rather cuts the comb of conceit of the Gallic cock. He says in a letter f rom this city, and evidently to the delight of Londoners, that he can hardly find words, even in a Roget's Tresaurus, to express his admiration of the Londoners' good qualiand their social arrangements. The Comedie Francaise (that endles topic), hp assprts. Via never Wnr1-; Dbiore an audience more learned, more sensible and more just than the English. The London newspapers.he says, are to those of Paris what the electric light is to an old oil lamp, and the English railways brought into the centre of the city with depots open to every one, and immense hotels by the side, together with prodigious trafflc minus obstruction, and arrangements for baggage simplified to the last degree, made him regard France, when he returned, m still in the days of diligences and of concons ! M. About admits that English ceokery is not as good as French- yet it is good, English art, though not up to French, is making astonishing progress, and English education must, says M. About, make Frenchmen blush! He contends that English dwellings are better than French, and London apartments superior to those of Paris. On the English ladies he is most eloquently gallant, saying they are beings of exquisite eleganee and refinement. The horses they ride are marvels of beauty, and the beaux they drive are - well, I leave M. About to say what. I wish I could forget the theatrical audiences in London, and particularly of late at the Gaiety, when they all seem to be reading the book of the play upside down in bad French, and noting the Parisians present to get the cue for applause and laughter. I wish I could rub out of my memery sundry and sorrowf ui railway results from "trains coming into London on the wrong track, I will teel gratef ui if I ever get half my lost luggage, gone under a simple perfection of confusión. I refrain from saying anything on English or even French cookery, for both are sore subjects done to death, like many of the dishes. And the education of some of the English would indeed make all of us blush - even the learned acribes of Gotham. And as for the apartinents of London f they have their inferiora in dinginess and dirt, or their superiors in deceptions and dodges, all I have to say is, where, oh, where is the place 't