"Montez, monsieur, montez mon pauvre monsieur. Dieu! qu'est-ce qu'il a? Montez!"

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Not a bit of it. Mr. Dundyke would not have mounted till now, save by main force. It took the conductor and three passengers to push and condole him in and indeed they never would have accomplished it, but for the sudden dread that flashed over his mind of what would become of him if he were left there in the road, hatless, hopeless, and Frenchless, while his wife and his luggage and the diligence went on to unknown regions. Some of those passengers, if you could come across them now, would give you a dolorous history of the pauvre monsieur Anglais who went raving mad one summer's morning in the diligence.

There was little haste or punctuality in those old days of French posting, driver, conductor, passengers, and horses all liking to take their own leisure, and it was not far off twelve o'clock at noon, six hours after the morning's incomprehensible scene, and eighteen from the time of departure from Lyons, that the lazy old diligence reached its destination, and Mr. Dundyke discovered that he was in Grenoble. How he would ever have found his way out of it, and on the road to Switzerland, must be a question, had not an Englishman, who was sojourning in the town, fortunately chanced to be in the diligence yard, and heard Mr. Dundyke's fruitless exclamations and appeals, as he alighted.

"Can I do anything for you?" asked the stranger, stepping forward. "I perceive we are countrymen."

Overjoyed at hearing once more his own language, the unhappy traveller seized the Englishman's hand with a rush of delight, and explained the prolonged torture he had gone through, and the doubt and dilemma he was still in-at least as well as he could explain what was to him stil a mystery. "The savages cannot understand me," he concluded, politely, "and of course I cannot be expected to understand them."

Neither could the stranger understand just at first, but with the conductor's tale on one side and Mr. Dundyke's on the other, he made out the difficulty, and set things straight for him, and went with him to the diligence office. No coach started for Chambéry, by which route they must now proceed, till the next morning at nine, so the stranger took two places for them in that.

"I'm under eternal obligations to you, sir," exclaimed the relieved traveller, "and if ever I should have it in my power to repay you, be sure you count on me. It's a common-councilman, sir, that you have assisted, that's what I am at home, and a going on to be Lord Mayor. You shall have a card for my 'auguration dinner, sir, if you are within fifty miles of me."

So Mr. and Mrs. David Dundyke remained perforce at Grenoble that night, making themselves as comfortable as they might at the Hotel des Trois-Dauphins.

The next evening they gained Chambéry, slept there, for the diligence halted for the night, and in the morning started again. A fatiguing day's travel, during which they crossed the Alps, succeeded, and late in the evening their destination was gained, GENEVA.

The little guide-book possessed by Mr. Dundyke strongly recommended the Hotel des Bergues, especially that it spoke English; he therefore, on leaving the diligence, inquired his way to it. But as he

and his wife called it Hotel dess Burgess, they had to show the book before they could be understood. A man offered himself as guide, and placing their luggage on a sort of truck, wheeled it off, they following in his wake..

"My! what a great place!" exclaimed Mrs. Dundyke, as they came in view of a large, handsome building. "I wonder what it is ?"

"And that dolt of a porter is stopping afore it, and gaping round at us! Why doesn't he get on? We don't want to be a sight-seeing now."w "It can never be the hotel ?" exclaimed Mrs. Dundyke, doubtingly. "You are always a talking nonsense, Mrs. D.," sharply retorted her husband. "That the hotel indeed! By George, though! I don't know;" he hesitated, as he arrived in a line with the porter and the truck. "What place is this, porter ?"

The man shook his head, and beckoned to a respectable-looking waiter, standing on the steps.

"Do you stop here, sir ?" inquired the latter, advancing to Mr. Dundyke, and speaking in English. "Hotel des Bergues." "I don't know," hesitated the common-councilman. -It's a cut above us," he whispered to his wife.

"I had no idea

The porter had taken the luggage off the truck, and was carrying it up the steps. Mr. Dundyke was about to order it down again, and direct him to go to some hotel of less pretensions, when he stopped short in his speech, and hesitated. What came over him? what caused him to arrest the words on his tongue? Not the shy feeling of "not liking" to object, for the common-councilman had none of that delicacy about him :· was it his fate that was overtaking him?-a fate to which there was no resistance? None can know; but that hesitation-so far as can be judged-cost David Dundyke his life.

"Can we have a bed here?" he said to the waiter.

"There's one vacant on the third floor, sir," replied the attendant, scanning his customers and their luggage with indifference. "We are very full just now."

"That will do, the higher up the better, for I suppose you charge according. Let the luggage go up to it. And now what can you give us to eat?"

"The table-d'hôte is over, sir, but—”

“Oh, hang them table-d'hôtes," burst forth the common-councilman, provoked by the reminiscence out of his good manners. "Let's have something that we can eat: a underdone rumpsteak, and plenty of it." And so we will leave them for the present, hoping they will enjoy it.

'A ROYAL FAMILY IN DISTRESS.*

THE more remarkable events that signalised the revolution of July, by which the elder branch of the Bourbon dynasty lost the throne, and more especially the combats which took place in the streets of Paris, have been described over and over again with almost tedious minuteness. Dr. Véron takes us during the same eventful period into the interior of the palace, where incidents occurred of a less public, but not less interesting, description.

The 26th of July, the day when the ordinances appeared in the Moniteur, the king hunted in the wood of Rambouillet. He only returned to St. Cloud at nine in the evening, when he gave audience to the Prince de Polignac-the last, till the insurrection had gained the victory.

Tuesday, the 27th, was passed at St. Cloud miserably enough, receiving all kinds of contradictory news from Paris, but every one tending to depreciate the real danger for fear of being set down as an alarmist. As to the king himself, he had promised M. de Polignac that he would not act without the consent of the ministry, and he kept his word. He took nothing upon himself of his own free will.

Wednesday, the 28th, the firing in the streets was distinctly heard at St. Cloud-the tri-colored flag was seen at mid-day on the towers of Notre Dame, but it was almost as soon taken down again. Some preparations were made for the defence of the palace. The Duke of Ragusa was appointed commander-in-chief. The company of Luxembourg was ordered from the Quai d'Orsay to reinforce the company of Noailles, already at St. Cloud. The Cent Suisses were stationed at the palace, at the gates of Paris, and in the garden of the Trocadero.

The same day M. de Peyronnet, minister of the interior, appeared in the saloons of St. Cloud in his ministerial costume. "How did you manage," he was asked, "to get through the insurrection in that goldlaced costume?""Oh, it is nothing," replied M. de Peyronnet; "it will be all over this evening."

But a clever, honest functionary, one whose conduct during this eventful crisis is said to have been deserving of all praise, spoke in very different terms to the king. "You exaggerate the evil," said the king to him. "I so little exaggerate, sire, that if in three hours' time your majesty does not treat with the insurrection, the crown it bears will no longer be on its head." This functionary was M. le Baron Weyler de Navas, steward to the military home of the king.

As events proceeded, news became rarer at St. Cloud. The gates of the city were no longer easily passed, the suburbs were in insurrection, nothing was heard but firing of muskets in every direction, and this only diminished towards evening from want of ammunition. The Duke of Ragusa had declared the capital to be in a state of siege; the ministers remained permanently sitting in the Tuileries. Despatches were sent occasionally to the king, who communicated their contents to no one.

*Mémoires d'un Bourgeois de Paris. Par Le Docteur L. Véron. Tome Troisième.

In the evening Charles X. sat down to his usual game of "wisth." The garrison of St. Cloud had been strengthened by the company of Grammont from St. Germains, and that of Havre from Versailles.

Thursday, 29th, the firing recommenced; the insurrection was gaining in strength; the Louvre was attacked. The king after mass reviewed the pupils of Saint Cyr, who came with their field-pieces to assist in the defence of Saint Cloud. The same day the Duke of Ragusa and the ministers, driven out of the Tuileries, took refuge at the same place. At this crisis the dauphin was appointed to the chief command. The prince mounted his horse to meet the battalions of the royal guard that were retreating by the wood of Boulogne. He spoke to them in words of encouragement, and even of affection, but he was received with marked coldness. "Give us bread-give us bread, your highness," was all the veterans could say. "For three days we have been fighting without a crust of bread." Such was the want of foresight and arrangement at a crisis of such serious import. The Duke of Ragusa, who is understood to have been all along unfavourably disposed towards the ministerial measures which brought about this crisis, had at his first interview with the king entreated that orders should be given for the distribution of 20,000 rations of bread and meat to the regiments of the guard.

Hocquart," said the king to his chamberlain, "the guard is dying of hunger for now three days; twenty thousand rations of bread and meat must be served out."

"Twenty thousand rations, sire!" exclaimed Count Hocquart; "I have only two hundred rolls for your majesty's service."

Charles X. manifested, it is said, a certain amount of personal spirit on the occasion. "I do not intend to get into a cart like Louis XVI.,” he remarked to M. de Mortemart, "but to mount my horse." Everybody attributed the mishaps which had occurred to M. de Polignac. The valets and attendants could scarcely be induced to attend to his wishes. So manifest was this feeling at dinner, that the princess wept, and M. de Polignac and his lady left the table before dinner was over. The same day the prince was dismissed the ministry, M. de Mortemart named in his stead, and the ordinances recalled. The court became so reassured by these measures, that the usual game of whist was made to relieve the routine of the evening.

The Duke of Mortemart is said to have accepted the post of prime minister with as much ill-will as the Duke of Ragusa undertook the defence of Paris. When M. de Sémonville first announced this fact to him, "Nonsense!" he exclaimed, taking two or three steps backwards; never. I do not accept; I am just come. What can I do in this wasp's nest ?"

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Friday, the 30th of July, the combat had ceased in the capital, but it still continued in the direction of Chaillot, Neuilly, and the wood of Boulogne.

The same day, at ten in the morning, a chaise with two post-horses was seen traversing the suburb of Montrouge. Montrouge, like all the other suburbs, was in arms. Guards were stationed on all the approaches, and every new comer was questioned as to what was going on. Great anxiety existed on account of the reported advance of a Swiss regiment from Orleans. It was even said to be already at Etampes.

A chaise and post-horses naturally aroused great curiosity. No sooner

had the vehicle entered the suburb than it was surrounded. The travellers were asked whence they came, where they were going, and what they had heard and seen on the road. One of the party replied, that they were at the end of their journey, and that they came themselves to make inquiries, and to ascertain how things were going on. At their own request they were shown to an inn, in which they were allowed to take up their quarters.

These travellers were the Duke of Chartres, General Baudrand, M. de Boismilon, and M. Uginet, afterwards controller-general of the house of King Louis Philippe.

At this time a very general excitement prevailed. Opinions were much divided, and the presence of the Duke of Chartres might have given rise to serious disturbances. In order to prevent such, M. Leullier, mayor of Montrouge, determined to give information to the provisional government of the arrival of the Duke of Chartres, at the same time that he offered the prince every possible attention. He even told the prince what steps he was about to take, and the latter recommended him to direct his letter to General Gerard. The letter was accordingly entrusted to M. Uginet and an officer of the national guard of Montrouge, who started at once for the Hotel de Ville.

M. Leullier prevailed upon the prince to quit the hostelry in which he had sought refuge, and repair to his own house. When M. Leullier went into the room where the Duke of Chartres was, he was on a bed in a citizen's dress. He at once accepted M. Leullier's invitation, and rose up, accompanied by M. de Boismilon and General Baudrand. The latter took from under the bed the uniform and arms of the prince, which had been secreted there, and wrapped them up in his mantle.

The report soon spread throughout Paris that the Duke of Chartres was at the house of the Mayor of Montrouge. Some said that he came to take the part of Charles X., that his regiment was following him, and argued that his person must be seized and held as a hostage; others said he ought to be made to ride at the head of the combatants of July, so as to cut short all doubts as to the attitude which it behoved him to assume. M. Leullier had great difficulty in keeping the crowd tranquil, and signs of hostility were frequently very manifest.

This lasted for some hours, which appeared all the longer from the many contradictory rumours that were afloat, and which were well calculated to cause much anxiety to the prince. Between four and five o'clock the answer of the provisional government arrived.

It was General Lafayette who wrote: "In the absence of General Gerard, I answer M. the Mayor of Montrouge, and I feel certain that General Gerard would not have answered otherwise.

"The revolution which is taking place has for its object to establish the liberty of the people and of individuals, without exception, with regard to the family of Orleans. It remains with the Duke of Chartres to determine whose part he intends to take."

The Duke of Chartres returned to his regiment.

The same evening an important event occurred, the details of which are little known. The Duke of Ragusa, offended at being superseded as commander-in-chief by the dauphin, had reserved to himself the control of the royal guard, and having prevailed upon the king to grant two