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The reader must consider 1st, what it was name, silently prepare and arm a succession of that the Christians had to accomplish ; and 2dly, servants for doing her own work. In order to how it was that such a thing could be accom- stamp from the beginning a patriotic and inplished in such almost impracticable circum- tensely national character upon her new instistances. If the whole problem had been to bend tution, leading men already by names and sounds before the storm, it was easy to do that by re-into the impression that the great purpose of this tiring for a season. But there were two reasons institution was, to pour new blood into the life of against so timid a course : first, the enemy was old Judaic prejudices, and to build up again the prepared, and watching for all such momentary dilapidation of Mosaic orthodoxy, whether due to expedients, waiting for the sudden forced re- time or to recent assaults, the church selected tirement, waiting for the sudden stealthy attempt the name of Essen for the designation of the new at resuming the old station ; secondly, which was society, from the name of an important gate in a more solemn reason for demur, this course the temple ; so that, from the original use, as might secure safety to the individual members of well as from another application to the religious the church, but, in the meantime, it left the service of the temple, à college or fraternity of church, as a spiritual community, in a languishing Essenes became, by its very name, a brief symcondition--not only without means of extension, bolic profession of religious patriotism and but without means even of repairing its own bigotry, or what the real bigots would consider casual waste. Safety obtained on these terms orthodoxy, from the first, therefore, carried clear was not the safety that suited apostolic purposes. away from suspicion. But it may occur to the It was necessary with the protection (and therefore reader that the Christian founders would thus with the present concealment) of the church to find themselves in the following awkward diconnect some machinery for nursing itfeeding lemma. If they carried out the seeming promise it-expanding it. No theory could be conceived of their Judaic name, then there would be a risk more audacious than the one rendered imperative of giving from the first an anti-Christian bias to by circumstances. Echo was not to babble of the the feelings of the students, which might easily whereabouts assigned to the local stations or warp their views for life. And on the other points of rendezvous for this outcast church ; and hand, if by direct discipline they began at an yet in this naked houseless condition she was to early stage to correct this bias, there arose a find shelter for her household ; and yet, whilst worse risk, viz., that their real purposes might be blood-hounds were on her own traces, whilst she suspected or unmasked. In reality, however, no durst not look abroad through the mighty storm, such risk would arise in either direction. The this church was to be raising a college and a elementary studies (that is, suppose in the eight council, de propaganda fide, was to be working all first ascending classes) would be, simply to day long in the centre of enemies raging for her accumulate a sufficient fund of materials, of the blood, and to declare herself in permanent session original documents, with the commentaries of when she had no foot of ground to stand upon. every kind, and the verbal illustrations or glosses.

This object, scemingly so impracticable, found in this stage of the studies, at any rate, and an opening for all its parts in the community of whether the first objects had or had not been field unavoidably cultivated by the church and Christian, all independent judgments upon subthe enemy of the church. Did the church seek jects so difficult and mysterious would be disto demonstrate the realisation of the promised couraged as presumptuous ; so that no opening Messiah in the character and history of Christ ? would arise for suspicion against the teachers, on This she must do by diligently searching the pro- the one hand, as unfaithful to the supposed phetic types as the inner wards of the lock, and bigotry of the institution, nor on the other for enthen searching the details of Christ's life and couraging an early pre-occupation of mind against passion as the corresponding wards of the key. | Christian views. After passing No. 8 of the Did the enemy of the church seek to refute and classes, the delicacy of the footing would become confound this attempt to identify the Messiahship more trying. But until the very first or innerwith the person of Jesus ? This she could most class was reached, when the last reserves attempt only by labours in the opposite direction must be laid aside, two circumstances would arise applied to the very same ground of prophecy and to diminish the risk. The first is this that the history. The prophecies and the traditions cur- nearer the student advanced to the central and rent in Judea that sometimes were held to explain, dangerous circles of the art, the more opportunity and sometimes to integrate, the written prophe- | would the governors have had for observing and cies about the mysterious Messiah, must be alike appraising his character. Now it is evident that, important and alike commandingly interesting to altogether apart from any considerations of the both parties. Having, therefore, this fortunate danger to the society connected with falseness, common ground of theological study with her own treachery, or generally with anti-Christian traits antagonist, there was no reason at all why the of character, even for the final uses and wants of Christian church should not set up a seminary of the society, none but pure, gentle, truthful, and labourers for her own vineyard under the mask of benign minds would avail the church for Christian enemies trained against herself. There was no ministrations. The very same causes, therefore, sort of reason, in moral principle or in prudence, which would point out a student as dangerous to why she should not, under colour of training entrust with the capital secrets of the institution, learned and fervent enemies to the Christian would equally have taken away from the society all motive for carrying him farther in studies searchingly profound in behalf of Christ's Mesthat must be thrown away for himself and others. siahship. No danger would attend this : it was He would be civilly told that his vocation did not necessary for polemic discipline and gymnastics, seem to such pursuits ; would have some sort of so that it always admitted of a double explanation, degree or literary honour conferred upon him, and reconcilable alike with the true end and the avowed would be turned back from the inner chambers, end. But, though used only as a passage of practice where he was beginning to be regarded as sus and skill, such a scene furnished means at once picious. Josephus was turned adrift in this way, to the Christian teachers in disguise for observing There is no doubt. He fancied himself to have the degrees in which different minds melted or learned all, whilst in fact there were secret froze before the evidence. There arose fresh esoteric classes which he had not so much as sus- aids to a safe selection. And, finally, whilst the pected to exist. Knaves never passed into those institution of the Essenes was thus accomplishing rooms. A second reason, which diminished the its first mission of training up a succession to the risk, was, that undoubtedly under the mask of church, and providing for her future growth, it scholastic disputation the student was exercised was also providing for the secret meeting of the in hearing all the arguments that were most church and its present consolation.

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Prodigious effort ! Pause and see

A miracle here wrought!
Art with her skill and mystery

Endows this brow with thought.

On that stern face the soul is seen,

Look deep, the struggle's sore,
Nor Rembrandt's pencil e'er, I ween,

Pulsed canvassed features more.

The agonizing spirit groan

Is heard beneath yon frown;
The painter's skill hath scribed thereon,

“ Must now my sun go down ?-
My orb of empire sink in night,

My star of glory pale,
And my achievements, dazzling bright,

Become a bygone tale ?

Ambition's wreck! his own sad heart

Hid other anguish deep;
He scorned foes' scorn, but friends' sad part*

Made Lodi's hero weep!
And higher still the climax rosem

Louisa's loveless part
Placed Austria's daughter 'roogst his foes,

And gave th' acutest smart.
She, whom to wed, his wife of youth

Was lonely left to pine ;
For policy he shattered truth,

Divorced his Josephine.
She left the man whose zenith fame

Lit her false brow with joy,
Nor sought, in loneliness and shamo,

The father of her boy!

" Have I thus risen thus to fall,

And my world-echoing name
In silence die, or heard, recall

The vanity of fame?
Yet still I'll brave the vast reverse ;

This my great fight shall be,
To sternly bear of fate the worso

And conquer obloquy."

While cowards often end the strife,

And stain thine altar, Pride,
This son of empire battled life

Courageous lived and died.

Thus, wandering here, a rustic bard

Employs a musing hour;
Painter, accept unknown regard

As tribute to thy power.

Like some hoar rock whose surge-washed base

Is fixed where wrecks are cast,
Yet lifts on high a frowning face,

Or smiles as storms sweep past-
So spirit aids the struggling man

To rise 'bove lower ill;
Amidst disaster, scoff, and ban,

It towers sublimer still.

* This more particularly applies to the defection of the Duke of Ragusa :-" At length breaking this distressing silence, Napoleon exclaimed, Ungrateful man! but he will be more unhappy than I!""

+ At the moment of Bonaparte's abdication, he remarked that instruments of destruction had been left in his way; he seemed to think that they were placed there purposely, in order that he might attempt his own life; and, with a sardonic smile, said:* Self-murder is sometimes committed for love--what folly : Sometimes for the loss of fortune-there it is cowardice! Ano ther cannot live after he has been disgraced-what weakness! But to survive the loss of empire, to be exposed to the insults of one's contemporaries, that is true courage!'"

Thus Fontainebleau, Helena's cell,

Will teach a lesson yet;

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MIRANDA: A TALE OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.

BY PERCY B. ST. JOHN.

BOOK I.
THE DUKE AND STUDENT—1789.

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his appearance, so richly musical were its tones, falling as it were with a metallic ring on the ear.

Of middle size, with long dark hair, pale and oval It was the evening of the 1st of March, 1789, and face, eyebrows pencilled like a woman's, a forehead high darkness had already veiled the face of nature ; heavy and smooth, a straight nose, and a mouth which seemed clouds rolled their huge and unwieldy masses along the made to utter none but gentle things ; there was a fire turgid sky, amid faint and dull flashes of far-off light-flashing from his eye, however, which belied this gentlening, when a man on foot, a bundle on his shoulder, and He was evidently one of those who could be mild wearing a rude costume—that of the working-classes of or stern as the occasion required. society-broad-rimmed felt hat, blue cotton frock, dark Monsieur shall have one in ten minutes," replied trousers, and heavy boots—stopped before the auberge the hostess with a smile, for on her woman's heart his of the Dernier Sou.

good looks were not lost, and away she hastened to perThis inn, situated on the roadside, about a dozen form her promise. miles from Paris, was of mean appearance, but large in

Meanwhile the man with the wry neck and the other its premises, for over the door was written, in almost traveller had been eyeing each other with some little Jegible characters, with nearly correct orthography, curiosity and anxiety. At length the former, whose

first terror was now passed, but who was still uneasy at “Ici one logg a pied est a chevale."

the pertinacious glances which the stranger, after once The traveller, whose back was turned to Paris, paused catching a glimpse, seemed to throw upon him, made an ere he entered to listen for sounds from within, and as effort and spoke, though his tongue with difficulty perif satisfied with the result of his scrutiny, he prepared formed its office. to pass the threshold, when another wayfarer presented “ You seem to know me ?” he said in a thick voice, himself,

which appeared to make itself heard by a struggling This was a young man of better appearance than the effort, and came rather from the ear which rested on other, though not a member of the upper classes. He his left shoulder, than from his throat. wore, it is true, a sword, but his dress left it in doubt “ Oh, no!" cried the other, turning pale, and as if whether he were a simple citizen, or a student aiming fascinated by the speaker's look, “ not at all.” at one of the learned professions. There was a care- “ Excuse the liberty: I thought you did ; but as I was less mixture of both in his costume, but he, too, had a mistaken, let us drink to our better acquaintance, sotte stick and a bundle. Like the artisan, he paused, looked animale he who swills alone,” and taking up glass and up, and then followed the other into the auberge. bottle, he came and seated himself opposite to the

It was a large room which they entered, with a huge stranger. fireplace, a few tables and chairs, and a sideboard, on which “ You honour me vastly,” muttered the other, who were displayed bottles and glasses of varied shape, size, looked as if he only wanted courage to refuse; he was, in and contents. Near this table stood a woman, and by fact, though not a man easily daunted, in a state of the her side a man, apparently in active and earnest con- most intense agony of mind. versation--active, because both were lively—earnest, be- “ But now I know you,” whispered the wry neck, cause the subject-matter was not of the slightest im- bending across the table, and looking full in his comportance.

panion's face, upon which he lavished a most malicious Of small stature, with a loose brown coat, a red cap, wink—the other's alarm having acted on him as a corand huge boots, which had evidently seen service on salt dial ; “ I ought too.” water, this man, whose head was very much on one side, “ Really :" faltered the little man, whose face was as if he were always in the act of listening, cast an un- | livid ; his eyes rolled uneasily in their sockets, as if about easy and uncertain glance upon the pair as they entered. to burst their bounds, and he trembled violently. His eye rested an instant on the younger traveller, but “ You look uncomfortable," continued the man with nothing there seemed to him to require further notice ; the wry neck, still speaking confidentially; " have you when, however, he caught sight of the other, he turned pale, the cholic ?" and for a minute his whole forin, the very sinking of his “ No, no !" replied the other, “ I am perfectly at my knees, betrayed an abject sense of fear. Without notic- ease," the big drops of perspiration coursing at the ing the scrutiny, or the alarm which succeeded it, the same time down his cheeks, object of so much terror asked for some bread, wine, and “ Well, I should think it strange if you were not. a saucisse a l'ail. He then seated himself at a table, and You are no chicken, but are as brave as a dragon. True, placed his bundle on the ground.

a'int it. ?" “ And what shall I serve for you, Monsieur ?" said “Ye-moms," said the unfortunate, with a ghastly the woman, addressing the young man.

grin, his throat swelling as with a choking sensation. " Have you materials for an omelette ?” he replied, “ You have done too many deeds of note to be susin a voice which made both men look up and examine | pected,” repeated his merciless tormentor, TOL. XIT.NO. CLITI.

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you?

“ Deeds of note,” repeated the other mechanically. “If Monsieur be delicate on the point, I will not

“ Ah ! there was the affair Latour,” continued the press him," said the Bourreau, deprecatingly. wry neck.

“ You had better not, if you wish peace," continued “ Ye-es,” replied the man, peering cautiously round, the other, wildly. as if in search of something with which to defend him- Agreed,” said Maitre Duchesne. “ So the doctorself against the questioner.

I sold you to him for twenty livres—took the liberty to “ Ah ! ah ! you are modest, you wont unbosom your- bring you back. So much the better. I did my duty, self, but secrecy is of no use. I knew you, Maitre he did his." Duchesne," said the other, half maliciously, half in dis- “You were both very attentive, I must confess," said gust.

Jean, grimly ; " but let us drop the subject. On what “ Hush, by all the saints, but who are you ?” replied duty are you now bound ?” he continued, as if the other Duchesne, looking, despite himself, at the other's feet. matter was not pleasing to him.

“ Oh ! I am Jean Torticolis," continued the other, “Duty, Mordieu!" cried the other, savagely, “ none. pointing to his wry neck by a jerk of his thumb. It's all up with me ; no more business. The Etats

* Is that your only name ?" inquired Duchesne curi- Generaux are convoked." ously, but somewhat reassured.

“ Ah! but I am not strong on politics,” said Jean. “ I have no other,” replied Torticolis, somewhat sadly, “Excuse me, therefore, if I inquire how this will affect « no name, no existence."

“ Ah !” exclaimed Duchesne, again becoming uneasy, “I am told, one of the first intentions of this meeting • and why ?"

is to abolish death." “ Because I have a wry neck, and I am called Torti- “ Altogether!" inquired Torticolis, with a naiveté. colis,” answered the other moodily, his whole frame not which was, however, but assumed, to conceal his natural only sombre, but terror-struck.

cunning. “ But you have always been thus deform, thus * No farccur, but by hanging," replied Duchesne, with twisted ?" continued Duchesne.

a sigh. “ Not always,” said Jean, glaring almost savagely at “ I wish they had passed it six years ago,” said Jean, the other.

moodily. “ Since when then ?" faltered Duchesne.

“Do you? You are very hard,” exclaimed the “ Since the 1st day of March, 1784,” replied Jean, Bourreau, with a sneer. striking his fist upon the table.

“ Yes ; I should then have a straight neck, and not Duchesne turned pale again, moved his chair a be called Torticolis, because my wife was handsome and little from his companion, and, strong man though he, a noble saw it !" was, appeared ready to faint.

“By the way, what is become of Madame Ledru ? * You are then ?,” he again faltered.

said the other, affectionately. “I was—Paul Ledru,” replied Torticolis, fixing his “She is dead,” replied the wry neck. eyes hard upon the other, " but he is dead, the law bas “ And the young Count ? ” said it ; and I am now as I just told you, Jean Torticolis “ Lives ; but there is time for revenge. My wounded -Maitre Duchesne."

honour, my legal death, because I chastised a scoundrel, “ Mordieu ! ” cried Duchesne, drinking off a draught and her decease, all call on me. Trust me, I bide my of wine, and drawing at the same time a long breath, time. But whither are you bound ? " “ this is too much. None of your cop a l'anès for me. “ For my village ; I have saved a few hundred livres, You Paul Ledru ! Why, I saw him dead—ah ! dead, and now for Picardy, where I hope to spend my old age as my great-grandfather, if I ever had any."

in peace.” “So you thought,” said the other, half savagely, his “ You are wrong," said the young man, who had just face awfully distorted as he recollected the horrors of commenced his omelette. that day, “so you thought, Monsieur le Bourreau de Why, Monsieur ?” inquired Duchesne, turning Paris. But it was I said the first of March, 1784, and round sharply. the execution of the assassins of the Count le Bague “ Because there will be more work for you than ever, gave you work. When it came to my turn you were though not of the same kind,” replied the youth, a strange drunk. You hanged me, but you did it badly. Science, and wild fire shining in his speaking eyes. not from humanity, but love of experiment, restored me, “More work than ever," cried Duchesne, incredulously. and the name of Torticolis is all that remains to remind “Man," said the other, with considerable excitement me of your good intentions."

of manner, we are on the threshold of wondrous days ; “ Bah !” said Duchesne, with a grin, for he was now great things are about to happen ; all men should be quite recovered, “ this is too bad, to have one's subjects ready, for all men are interested. Who knows," he meet one in this way five years after death. Faugh! murmured to himself, “ my republic may turn out other you smell of La Greve.”

than a dream.” “ You don't approve of it,” grinned Jean, " but I do; “You said,” observed Duchesne, there we differ."

“Return to Paris—it is the place for men,” replied “We do professionally,” said Maitre Duchesne, “but the young man, and then, as if recollecting the horrible come now, shake hands and bear no malice ; and as you vocation of him he spoke to, a burning blush overspread are the first of my pratiques whom I meet after, just his cheeks, and he resumed the consumption of his halftell me what it is like ; novel sensation, eh ?”

forgotten meal. “Brigand,” exclaimed Jean, furiously, “dont speak of “You are going to Paris,” said Jean Torticolis, it, breathe not the question—it kills me.”

meekly, his little grey eyes fixed piercingly on the youth.

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“I am,” coldly said the other.

“My God," exclaimed Duchesne, “that never struck “ You are a deputy to the States-General, perhaps,” me before." continued the man with the wry neck.

“ And we are many," continued the wry neck, cares“Perhaps,” replied the other with a smile, not un- sing his chin. mingled with a little pride, for so inherent is the love of " Who, we ?" power and station, that the poorest republican, even de- “ THE PEOPLE." spite himself, cannot withstand the feeling which it " Ah, yes ! the people,” laughed Duchesne, “ what generates.

good are they against musketeers, Swiss, chevaliers, “ At all events," insisted the other, “ as you say great cannon ?”. things are to happen, you may, perhaps, advise us when “ But, Duchesne,” said Jean, gravely, “

a million the time comes.

ants might kill an elephant ; besides, this is not the “ If it be in my power," said the young man, quietly. first time I think of this.” “ Where shall we find Monsieur ?

?

“ Just now you said you knew nothing of politics," “Oh! if you want me, on asking Rue Grenelle St. continued Duchesne, gaily. Honoré, No. 20; au Troisieme for Charles Clement, you “ I didn't know your sentiments, my dear Duchesne ; will find me."

but I hope to see the people something in future.” “Good, I thank you, Monsieur,” said Jean, drawing “ One might come to that," replied Duchesne, “who forth a greasy pocket-book, and with difficulty making knows ; the States-General are convoked, and they talk note of the address and name.

of the Tiers-Etat having the upper hand.” “ I shall face about,” cried Duchesne, awaking from And thus, as thousands of others were doing, without a reverie, and then addressing Jean in a whisper, “ The premeditation, ignorant of the consequences of their own youth has set me thinking. Who knows what may hap- thoughts, unaware of their own mighty power, these pen? Tonnere, but Paris is, after all, the place for a two men went on conversing—preparing themselves for man to get an honest living.”

the great events of the French revolution. “ Did I know where to perch,” said Jean, in reply, When from a charming hill-side, bespangled with “I might join you."

flowers, and rich in jewelled drops, sparkling in the sun, “ Until you settle," replied Duchesne, with a grin, “I the traveller beholds bubbling forth the tender rivulet, will give you a berth, and not the first neither.” he little thinks it the cradle of a mighty river, which,

“ Bah ! no more of that ; where do you quarter ?” afar of, sweeps everything before it, irresistible, grand,

“If my room be not let, I have a sky parlour ; it is sublime, and to affront which is madness. So the rather high, on the sixth storey, but there is a good view movement in France. Gentle, polite, still at first, comof the tiles."

mencing in the discussion of certain trivial forms, it was “ What part ?”

to end only when monarchy, church, aristocracy, all that “ Rue Grenelle.”

vainly strove to stay its career, were crushed. It began “ St. Honoré ?"

in sunshine, it ended in a thunder-storm--but thunder“ Yes.''

storms proverbially cleanse and purify the atmosphere. “ What number?" • No. 20.'' “ Bah!” “Why ?"

“Why, that's where he lives," pointing with his thumb to the young man.

An hour passed, during which time Charles Clement You don't mean it ?"

luxuriated in the study of a well-thumbed pamphlet “ Didn't you hear him say so just now," continued one of those leaves which, scattered as by the wind, and Jean Torticolis.

pregnant with seed, sowed everywhere the germs of the “ No, but this is lucky, we shall know where to find terrible future—his eye kindling as he read, and his him, en cas."

whole mien revealing the emotion which agitated him. " Exactly ; but I shonld like to know what he means Ardent, sanguine, full of the spirit of youth, burning by great events,” mused Torticolis, addressing himself with shame and sorrow beneath the cumbrous tyranny rather than his companion.

which everywhere assailed the people--all who were un“Why, wine at two sous a bottle, bread at one sou a enobled--the discussions of the day, the writings of Volpound, meat the same, what else could he mean?" said taire, Mirabeau, Rousseau-spirits that saw the evils of Duchesne.

the times without discovering their own errors-had in“ Thunder, that would be great,” continued Jean, fused into his mind, aided by his classics, a theory of pleased but not convinced, “one might live without polity, before which the feeble, enervated, and tottering working,"

monarchy of France would then have trembled, could it “ Not exactly,” said Duchesne, who for the first time have believed it widely diffused. Charles Clement was in his life, perhaps, began to think, “but one might an enthusiastic and ardent republican, dreaming of a work a little less like animals."

state of things where the happiness of the people would “ You might punish the insolence of a few nobles,” be the first and only consideration of government, and whispered Jean, as if half afraid of the enormity of his dreaining, too, that democracy was to come forth in all proposition, “ that would suit me."

its strength, quietly, calmly, and amid the joyous but " Impossible,” said Duchesne, alarmed, “ they are peaceful acclamations of grateful millions. too powerful.”

Charles Clement, while wrapped in his ardent visions They are very few," mused Torticolis,

such as are ever those of talent and virtue—forgot the

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