A correspondent of the N. Y. Tribune thus writes:

  Our most prominent and extraordinary representative abroad is really Uncle Tom. His influence is in permanent evidence at Paris. Not only creameries, dry goods and eating shops are named after his humble abode, but by force of an elaborate jest, the Palais Royal, the residence of ex King Jerome, is also called the Case d'oncle Tom.—The etymological process that leads to this titular result is as follows, and is sufficiently intelligible, if you will keep in your mind's ear the rules of French pronunciation: Napoleon I. was the Grand Homme; Napoleon III. is the Petit'Omme, and his uncle Jerome, of utter insignificance, is necessarily the Oncle Tom. Four or five children's books are published in cheap form by societies of Religious Instruction, extracted from or built upon Mrs. Stowe's masterpiece, and bearing its title as their best recommendation. You have not forgotten George Sand's generous homage of admiration paid to Mrs. Stowe and her book: now we have Heinrich Heine, the greatest living wit of Europe, taking lessons in reading the Scriptures from the American slave, introducing him with honor and by name among the first creators and creatures of European literature. So much you may read in an article of the last Risse des Deux Mondes, entitled Les Aveux d'un Peste.