Veron is a puffy-faced little man, with an overgrown body, and midriff sustained upon an attenuated pair of legs; his visage is buried in an immense shirt collar, stiff and starched as a Norman cap. Dr. Veron believes himself the key-stone of the Elyséan arch, and that the weight of the government is on his shoulders. Look at him as he enters the Café de Paris to eat his _purée à la Condé_, and his _suprême de volaille_, and his _filet de chevreuil piqué aux truffes_, and you would say that he is not only the prime, but the favorite minister of Louis Napoleon, _par la grace de Dieu et Monsieur le Docteur Président de la République_. "_Après tout c'est un mauvais drôle, que ce pharmacien_," to use the term applied to the doctor by General Changarnier.
A short man of the name of Boilay washes the dirty linen of Dr. Veron, and corrects his faults of grammar, of history, &c. Boilay is a small, sharp, stout, little man, self-possessed, self-satisfied, with great readiness and tact. Give him but the heads of a subject and he can make out a very readable and plausible article. Boilay is the real working editor of the _Constitutionnel_, and is supported by a M. Clarigny, a M. Malitourne, and others not more known or more respected. Garnier de Cassagnac, of the _Pouvoir_, a man of very considerable talent, though not of very fixed principle, writes occasionally in the _Constitutionnel_, and more ably than any of the other contributors. M. St. Beuve is the literary critic, and he performs his task with eminent ability.