made the sign of the cross, while he said, [ecutioners; as he did so, Lolive, who "And here -" Then he was silent, stood with the firing-party, though not and there was no need that he should fin- one of the appointed assassins, exclaimish his sentence; the gentleman who was ed, "That is your benediction, is it? then with me uncovered also, and not a word here is mine! and fired his revolver was spoken by any of us for some minutes. straight at the old man's heart. Then What we saw was this a very high wall came the volley, twice repeated. The of dark stone which, at a distance of about two Jesuit priests were the first to fall. five feet from the ground, was deeply Monsieur Deguerry sunk on his knees, marked with the traces of balls which and from thence lifeless to the ground. must have struck it in vast numbers with- Monsieur Allard did the same, but supin the space of a few yards from right to ported himself in a kneeling position left, and in the centre of the portion thus against the wall for an instant before he indelibly scored was the white marble slab expired. Monsieur Bonjean had a mowe had seen from the other end. I could ment of terrible convulsion, which left now read the inscription engraved upon him a distorted heap on the earth; the it, which was as follows: Archbishop was the last to remain upright. I asked the gardien if he had lingered at all in his agony, and he answered, "Not an instant- he was already dead when he fell -as they all were." Requiescant in pace! Respect à ce lieu, Témoin de la mort des nobles et saintes victimes du xxiv. Mai, MDCCCLXXI. Monseigneur Darboy, Georges, Archevêque de Paris. Monsieur Bonjean, Louis, Président de la Cour de Cassation. Le Père Ducoudray, Léon, de la compagnie de In the dead of night the six mangled bodies were thrown upon a hurdle and conveyed to the cemetery of Père la Chaise, where they arrived at three in the morning; and there, without coffins, or ceremony of any kind, they were thrown one on the top of another into a trench which had been opened at the south-east Le Père Clerc, Alexis, de la compagnie de lance. Below, four cypresses had been planted, enclosing the oblong space where the victims stood; the two nearest to the wall had completely withered away, as though they refused to live and flourish on the very spot where the innocent blood had been shed, but the other two were fresh and vigorous, and had sent out many a strong green shoot, seeming to symbolize, as it were, those lives transplanted to that other clime where they might yet revive in the free airs of Paradise, to die no more. wall. There they were found, four days later, by the troops of Versailles when they came to occupy the cemetery, and they at once removed the bodies. Monseigneur Darboy and Monsieur Deguerry were taken with a guard of honour to the Archevêché in the Rue de Grenelle, in order to be buried at Notre Dame; the two Jesuit priests were sent to their own home, Rue de Sèvres; and Monsieur Bonjean and Monsieur Allard were left in the chapel of Père la Chaise. Lolive, the Communist, to whose name is attached so terrible a memory, was still alive in the prison of Versailles at the moment when I stood on the spot where he uttered that last cruel insult to the defenceless Archbishop; but only a few days later, on the 18th of last September, he expiated his crime at the butts of S1tory, and drank of that same bitter cup of death which he had held so roughly to those aged lips. When we had stood 'some time in the midst of the peculiar stillness which seemed all around this solemn place, the gardien gave me a few details of the final moments. He said that the condemned men were placed in a line with their backs to the wall where the bullet marks now were: Monsieur Bonjean stood first on the right, Père Clerc next There was nothing to detain us any to him, Monsieur Deguerry followed, on longer amid those mournful scenes: as whose other side was Père Ducoudray, we turned to go away, the gardien gaththen the Archbishop, and, last, Monsieur ered a little sprig of heliotrope and some Allard. At the moment when Ferré pansies from the spot where the Archgave the order to fire, Monseigneur bishop died, and gave them to me; and raised his right hand, in order with his when I thanked him for the minuteness last breath to give the blessing to his ex-'of detail by which he had enabled me to 1 realize so vividly the whole great tragedy, | great comfort to have about one; but she he answered, "Madame, I have shown has a very narrow, old-fashioned way of you everything I possibly could, for I looking at things; and why should I take honour those who know how to revere up her superstitions, and act upon them?" the memory of our murdered father." He took leave of us, and walked away. Then we went back the long distance to the gate, receiving silent salutations from the Director, the turnkey with whom I had first conversed, and the concierge. none of whom seemed to wish to hold any communication with us after we had been on that sad spot. One after another the great doors closed behind us, and we drove away; In another moment the dark frowning walls of La Roquette disappeared from our sight, and we went on into the gay bright world of Paris where still the sun was shining on the broad Boulevards, and merry children were playing in the gardens, and songs and laughter filled the air. F. M. F. SKENE. THIS mysterious hint did not dwell upon Ellinor's mind as it might have done in the mind of a young person less occupied. I am afraid she was of a superficial way of thinking at this period of her existence, and rather apt to believe that people who made themselves unpleasant, or suggested uncomfortable mysteries were "in a bad humor," or "put out about something; which indeed is a very excellent and safe explanation of many of the unpleasant speeches we make to each other, but yet not always to be depended upon. Mrs. Eastwood was "put out," for the rest of the day, and would give no heed to any of Nelly's preparations; but, like the lighthearted soul she was, had thrown off the yoke by next morning. "Why should I take up Alice's opinions?" she said half to herself. "Why, indeed?" cried Nelly, eager to assist in the emancipation. "Alice is good servant," Mrs. Eastwood continued; "most trustworthy, and as fond of you all as if you were her own "(Sometimes she takes an odd way of showing it," interpolated Nelly), "and a This speech was received with so much applause by her daughter, that Mrs. Eastwood immediately plunged into all the preparations which she had checked the day before; and the ladies had a shopping expedition that very morning, and bought a great many things they had not thought of to make the room pretty. When people have "taste" and set their hearts upon making a room pretty, the operation is apt to become rather an expensive one; but this I must say, that mother and daughter most thoroughly enjoyed the work, and got at least value for their money in the pleasure it gave them. You will say that this was done more with the view of pleasing themselves than of showing regard to the poor little orphan who was to profit by all the luxuries provided; but human nature, so far as I know it, is a very complicated business, and has few impulses which are perfectly single and unmixed in their motives. They cudgelled their brains to think what she would like. They summoned up before them a picture of an art-loving, beauty-mad, Italian-born girl, unable to live without pictures and brightness. They went and roamed through all the Arundel Society collections to look for something from Pisa that would remind her of her home. They sacrificed a Raphael-print which had been hung in Mrs. Eastwood's own room, to her supposed necessities. Nelly made a careful selection of several morceaux of china, such as went to her own heart, to decorate the mantelshelf. I don't deny they were like two overgrown schoolgirls over a bigger kind of doll's house; but if you can be hard upon them for this admixture, I confess I cannot. When the room was finished, they went and looked at it three or four times in a day admiring it. They did not know anything about the future inmate, what sort of soul it might be who was coming to share their nest, to be received into their most intimate companionship. decked the room according to a preconceived impression of her character; and then they drew another more definite sketch of her character, in accordance with the room. Thus they created their Innocent, these two women; and how far she resembled the real Innocent the reader will shortly see. They Their life, however, in the meantime was not all engrossed in this occupation. The Eastwoods were a popular family. They "went out " a good deal, even in the dead season of the year, when fashion is not, and nobody, so to speak, is in town. There are a very tolerable amount of people in town even in November and December. There are all the law people of every degree; there are all the people in public offices, especially those who are married. Among these two classes there are, the reader will perhaps not be surprised to hear, many, very many, excellent, highly-bred, well-connected persons who actually live in London. I am aware that in fashionable literature this fact is scarcely admitted, and everybody who is anybody is believed to visit town only during the season. But the great majority of the English nation consists of people who work more or less for their living, and of these a large number are always in London. The society of the Eastwoods consisted of this class. To be sure, Nelly had appeared at Lady Altamont's ball, in the very best of society, the year she came out; and invitations did still arrive now and then during the season from that supernal sphere. But these occasional flights into the higher heavens did not interfere with the natural society which surrounded the Eastwoods for at least nine months of the year, from November, say, to July. Here were Nelly's young friends, and Mrs. Eastwood's old ones; the advisers of the elder lady and the lovers of the younger. As for advisers, Mrs. Eastwood was very well off. She had a great many of them, and each fitted with his or her office. Mrs. Everard was, as it were, adviser in chief, privy councillor, keeper of the conscience, to her friend, who told her almost, if not quite, everything in which she was concerned. Under this great domestic officer there was Mr. Parchemin, once a great Chamber counsel, noted for his penetration into delicate cases of all kinds, who had retired into profound study of the art of investment, which he practised only for the benefit of his friends. He was for the Finance department. The Rector of the parish, who had once been a highly-successful master in a public school, was her general adviser in respect to "the boys," selecting "coaches" for Dick, and "keeping an eye" upon him, and "taking an interest" in Jenny during the holidays. Mrs. Eastwood's third counsellor had, I am sorry to say, interested motives. He was a certain Major Railton, in one of the Scientific Corps, and was handy man to the household-for a consideration, which was Nelly. He had the hardest work of all the three-advice was less wanted from him than assistance. He never went so far as his club, poor man, or entered Bond Street, without a commission. He recommended tradespeople, and superintended, or at least inspected, all the repairs done on the old house, besides suggesting improvements, which had to be carried out under his eye. Lastly, there was Mrs. Eastwood's religious adviser, or rather advisers; there were two of them, and they were both ladies,— one, a sister belonging to one of the many sisterhoods now existing in the English Church; and the other an old lady from the north of Ireland, with all the Protestantism peculiar to that privileged region. With this body of defenders Mrs. Eastwood moved through life, not so heavily burdened after all as might be supposed. She had a ready way of relieving herself when she felt the yoke. Though she religiously asked their advice on all their special topics, and would even go so far as to acquiesce in their views, and thank them with tears in her eyes for being so good to her, she generally after all took her own way, which simplified matters amazingly. Since this was the case even with her privy councillor, the friend of her bosom, it is not to be wondered at if the others were used in the same way. Mr. Parchemin was the one whose advice she took most steadily, for she was deeply conscious that she knew nothing of business; and Mr. Brotherton, the clergyman, who was the patron saint of the boys, was probably the one she minded least, for an exactly opposite reason. But the curious thing was, that even in neglecting their advice, she never alienated her counsellors-I suspect because our vanity is more entirely flattered by being consulted than our pride is hurt by having our counsel tacitly rejected. So much for the elder lady's share. Nelly, on her side, had a host of friends of her own age, with whom she was very popular, but no one who was exactly Pythias to her Damon, for the reason that she was old-fashioned enough to make her mother her chief companion. Let us clear the stage, however, for something more important than a female Pythias. Nelly had-who can doubt it?or her right to admission into these pages wonld have been very slight, a lover for whom the trumpets are now preparing to sound. Let us pause, however, for one moment to note a fact which is certainly curious. We all know the statistics that prove be Ma yond possibility of doubt that there are of the Daily Treasury. He had even more women than men in the world—or, been sent out by that paper on one or two at least in the English world- and that, occasions as its special correspondent. in the natural course of events, only three- Naturally, he took a view of professional fourths, or four-fifths or some other mys- matters entirely opposed to the view terious proportion, of English women can taken by the correspondent of the Jupiever attain the supreme glory and felicity ter. The Major's productions were chiefly of being married. Now, I do not dare to descriptive, and interspersed with aneccontradict figures. I have too much re- dote. The barrister's were metaphysical, spect-not to say awe of them. I only and of a very superior mental quality. wish to ask, in all humility, how does it He was fond of theology, when he could then happen that a great many women are get at it, and of settling everything over offered the choice of two or three hus- again on a new basis. These were the two bands, and that almost every nice young gentlemen who happened to meet in the girl one knows has to shape her ways drawing-room at The Elms, on one of warily in certain complications of circum- these chilly afternoons, at the fire-light stances, so as to keep everything smooth hour. This fashion of sitting without between some two at least, who devote to lights was one which both of them rather her the homage of their attentions? I objected to, though they dared not exdo not expect that any statistician will press their sentiments freely, as on a take the trouble to answer this question, former occasion Frederick Eastwood had but it is one deeply calculated to increase not hesitated to do. On a little table the mingled faith, incredulity, terror, and which stood before the fire was the teacontempt with which I, like most people, tray, with its sparkling china and little regard that inexorable science. Nelly quaint old silver tea-pot, which glittered,, Eastwood was one of these anomalies and too, in the ruddy light. This was the practical contradictions to all received highest light in the darkling scene. law. She had no idea that she was flying jor Railton was seated quite in the shadin the face of statistics, or doing her best ow, near Mrs. Eastwood, to whom he had to stultify the most beautiful lines of fig- been discoursing, in his capacity as outures. Major Railton, of whom we have door adviser, about the state of the coachalready spoken, was over thirty, which house. Young Molyneux was moving Nelly, not quite twenty, thought rather about the centre of the room, in the way old; but the other pretendant for Nelly's some men have, talking to Nelly, and favour was not old. He was one of the looking at any chance book or curious class which has taken the place now-a- thing that might fall in his way. They days of the knights and captains, the he- had been hearing the story of the new roes of the period. Not a conquering cousin with polite interest, varying acsoldier or bold adventurer - a young bar-cording to the nature of the men, and rister lately called to exercise that noble the intimacy and interest in the house faculty, and prove black to be white and which their respective positions enabled white black to the satisfaction of a British them to show. jury; tant soit peu journalist, ready with his pen, ready with his tongue; up, as the slang goes, to anything. His name was Molyneux, and his position as a briefless barrister was much modified by the fact that he was the son of the wellknown Mr. Molyneux, whose fame and success at the bar had already indicated him one of the next new judges as soon as any piece of judicial ermine fell vacant. This changed in the most wonderful way the position of Ernest Molyneux, upon whose prospects no mother could frown, though indeed he had nothing, and earned just enough to pay his tailor's bills. Major Railton, too, was somewhat literary, as indeed most men are now-a-days. When anything was going on in the military Oh, indeed, nobody is so foolish as to world, he was good enough to communi- turn out a good tenant. Indeed, it is a cate it to the public through the medium | very equivocal advantage to live in your "The stables are the worst," said the Major. "In one corner the rain is positively coming in; not to speak of the uninhabitable nature of the place, if you should want to use it, the property is positively deteriorated. It really must not be allowed to fall out of repair." "But other people pay rent, and may be turned out at a year's notice,” said the Major. own house. Constant taxes, constant re- | bread-and-butter, which I rather like on pairs, and though everybody knows I have the whole — or the shy and sentimental, put down my carriage, obliged to spend which, when it is not too thin, has its atmoney on my stables! That," said Mrs. tractions also. Miss Innocent, being Eastwood, emphatically, "is what I call Italian, &c., will probably belong to the an irony of fate." last class. Now for your idea. I have said my say." "It is bad, it must be allowed," said Molyneux bursting in; his ear had been caught by the last words, which she pronounced more loudly than usual, with a true sense of the injury done her. "It is Ike a story I heard the other day of an unfortunate Austrian whose château was destroyed in the war. Just about the time the last fire smouldered out, he got his bill from the great furniture man at Vienna for the redecoration. It had just been finished before the Prussian guns went at it. There's irony for you! I don't suppose your friend Bismarck, Railton, will be so civil as to pay the bill." "Nobody will pay my bill, I am sure," said Mrs. Eastwood, not quite relishing the introduction of a misfortune which overshadowed her own. "What a comfort it is, to be sure, that there is no more fighting in Italy. Frederick, I think, ought to be in Pisa by this time, and next week I hope we may have him back. What a difference in travelling since my day! Then we went in our own carriages from Marseilles, going round the coast, and taking weeks to it. Nelly, don't you think we might have lights? 66 Presently, Mamma; don't you want to know about my new cousin, a new young lady coming out of the unknown?" said Nelly. "If I visited in a house where any one so very new was about to appear, I should be dying of curiosity. Mr. Molyneux, you are full of imagination, or at least so the newspapers say; help me to make out what she will be like. Born in Italy; sixteen; named Innocent. Here are the facts. Now tell me what you think, and then you shall have my idea." I hope she will be like her relations, whom we know," said Major Railton, gallantly: "and then the firmament will have another star." "That is pretty, but it is vague," said Nelly, "and I have heard something like it before. Mr. Molyneux "My idea," said Nelly, solemnly, turning her face towards him in the glow of the fire-light, which lighted up the soft round of her cheek, and fluttered about her pretty figure as if caressing her, "is this: I have been reading up Aurora Leigh.' Have you read 'Aurora Leigh?' Perhaps you do not condescend to anything merely English, and written by a woman 66 Pardon, this is criticism and accusation, not your idea." "I will send Birkson to-morrow," said the Major in his corner, "he is the man I always employ. He can give an estimate at least, and I will cast an eye over it the next time I see you. I fear you must do it, though I hate all expense that can be spared." "And such unnecessary expense," sighed Mrs. Eastwood. "Well, then," resumed Nelly, flushing with excitement, "this is how it will be it is constantly so in books, and I suppose you writers ought to know. She will be beautiful, she will be clever, far cleverer than anybody here. She will flash upon us in our dull little house like a princess. Mamma and I will be quenched altogether. She will be the centre of everything. When you come to call, you will all make a circle round her to hear her talk, or to hear her sing, or just to look at her, she will be so lovely. Probably she will sing like an angel,everybody does who comes from Italy. Her father will have taught her all sorts of out-of-the-way things,-Greek and Latin, and astrology, and I don't know what. Poor Mamma and I will try to keep her down, you know, and be something still in our own house." "Why, Nelly, what wild nonsense are you talking? Do stop your romancing, and ring for the lights." "Presently, Mamma! We will be unkind to her, we will leave her at home "Who said I was full of imagination?" when we go out, we will make her sit up said Molyneux, feeling entitled to draw a in the old schoolroom. I hope we will chair near her. "Now if there is one have strength of mind to give her enough thing I pride myself on, it is that subor- to eat. But whatever we do she will dination of fancy to reason which is char- shine like a star, as Major Railton beauacteristic, Miss Eastwood, of a well regu- tifully says. She will outshine us in lated mind. Girls of sixteen are of two goodness ́ as well as in everything else. classes, so far as I have observed: honest | She will cast us into the shade; we shall |