himself in the basket for the heads; and from the depths of this bloody receptacle, under the very scaffold, he was only heard to croak la mort! Barrère belonged to that species of tiger which Oppian describes as formed from the light breath of the wind: velocis Zephyri proles. 6 Ginguené and Champfort, my old acquaintances in the literary world, were charmed with the proceedings of this 20th of June. Laharpe, continuing his lessons at the Lyceum, cried in a stentorian voice: "Madmen! you replied to all the representations of the people, Bayonets! bayonets !'-Well, now you have them!" Although my voyage to America had made me a less insignificant personage, I was utterly unable to rise to such a transcendent height of principle and eloquence. Fontanes was in rather a precarious situation in consequence of his former connexion with the Societé Monarchique. My brother belonged to a club of enragés. The Prussians were on their march, in virtue of an agreement between the cabinets of Vienna and Berlin; a rather warm engagement had already taken place between the French and Austrians near Mons. It became imperatively necessary to determine on a course. My brother and I procured false passports for Lille; we were two wine-merchants, national guards of Paris, wearing the uniform, and intending to contract for provisioning the army. My brother's valet, Louis Poullain, nicknamed St. Louis, travelled under his own name; he was going to see his relations in Flanders, although they lived at his native place, Lamballe in Brittany. Our departure was fixed for the 15th of July, the day after the second federation. We spent the 14th in the garden of Tivoli, with the Rosambo family, my sisters, and my wife. Tivoli belonged to M. Boutin, whose daughter had married M. de Malesherbes. Towards the close of the day we saw a number of federalists wandering about pell-mell, with the sentence "Pétion, ou la mort," written in chalk on their hats. Tivoli, my point of departure into exile, was to become a rendezvous for games and fêtes. Our relations parted from us cheerfully; they were persuaded that we were merely going on a pleasure excursion. My recovered 1500 francs seemed a treasure sufficient to bring me back in triumph to Paris. I EMIGRATE WITH London, from April till September, 1822. MY BROTHER-ADVENTURE OF ST. LOUIS-WE ON the 15th of July, at six in the morning, we got into the diligence; my brother and I had secured places in the coupé, beside the driver; the valet, whom we were supposed not to know, ensconced himself in the body of the carriage among the other travellers. St. Louis was a somnambulist; he used to go to fetch his master at night in Paris, with his eyes open, but sound asleep. He undressed my brother, and assisted him to bed, still fast asleep, and replied to every thing that was said to him during these attacks, "Je sais, je sais;" the only way to waken him was to throw cold water in his face. He was a man about forty, nearly six feet high, and as ugly as he was tall. The poor man had never served any other master than my brother, and was impressed with a profound respect for him; and he was terribly disturbed when at supper he had to sit at the same table with us. His fellow travellers, talking patriotically of hanging up aristocrats à la lanterne, increased his terror; and the idea that, after going through all this, he must cross the Austrian army and go and fight for the princes, completed the derangement of his brain. He drank a great deal and got into the diligence again; we resumed our places in the coupé. In the middle of the night, we were startled by cries from the centre of the diligence; some of the travellers, putting their heads out at the window, shouted "Stop, stop!" then came a confusion of voices, male and female: "Get out, citizen, get out! get down, brute, you cannot stay here! he is a brigand! get out, get out!" We alighted also, and saw St. Louis, all scared, thrown out of the diligence; getting up again, he stared round with his open, somnambulistic eyes, and then set off at full speed, and without a hat, in the direction of Paris. We could not call him back, as we should have betrayed ourselves; we were therefore obliged to leave him to his fate. He was stopped and apprehended at the first village he came to, and declared that he was valet to M. le Comte de Chateaubriand, and that he lived in Paris, Rue de Bondy. The patrol sent him from division to division to President Rosambo; and this unfortunate man's depositions served to prove our emigration, and to send my brother and sister-in-law to the scaffold. Next morning, at the general breakfast, we had the pleasure of hearing the whole history twenty times over. "The man's imagination was entirely disturbed; he dreamed aloud, and said the strangest things! he was doubtless a conspirator, an assassin flying from justice." The well-behaved citoyennes blushed and agitated their great fans of green paper à la Constitution. We easily recognised in these accounts the mingled effects of somnambulism, fear, and wine. On arriving at Lille, we sought out the person who was to get us across the frontier. The emigration had its agents of safety, who in the end proved to be agents of perdition. The monarchical party was still powerful, the question in suspense, and the weak and cowardly were contented. We left Lille before the gates were shut: we then stopped at a retired house, and did not set out on our way till 10 o'clock, when night was quite fallen; we carried nothing with us but a little cane; it was not more than a year since I followed my Dutchman in the same style through the American forests. We went through fields of corn across which wound paths but slightly traced. The French and Austrian patrols were scouring the country; we might fall into the hands of one or the other, or suddenly find ourselves close to the pistol of a vidette. We caught glimpses every now and then at some distance of single horsemen, motionless on their posts, with arms ready for use; we heard the tread of horses sounding in hollow ways; and putting our ears to the ground, could distinguish the regular sound of infantry marching. After proceeding for about three hours, sometimes running, sometimes going slowly on tiptoe, we reached a cross-road in a wood where some late nightingales were singing; suddenly a company of soldiers, who had been concealed behind a hedge, rushed upon us with drawn sabres; we cried, "we are officers going to join the princes!" and demanded to be taken to Tournay, declaring that we had the means of making ourselves known. The commander of the post placed us among his horsemen and carried us off. When the day dawned, the men perceived our uniform of national guards beneath our great-coats, and insulted the colours which France was soon to make vassal Europe wear. It was in the Tournaisis, the primitive kingdom of the Franks, that Clovis resided during the first years of his reign; he left Tournay with his companions when he was called to the conquest of Gaul: "Arms attract all rights to themselves," says Tacitus. Through this town, from which the first king of the first race went out in the year 486 to found his long and powerful dynasty, I passed in 1792 on my way to join the princes of the third race on a foreign soil, and again in 1814, on my way back, when the last king of the French quitted the kingdom of the first king of the Franks: omnia migrant. On arriving at Tournay, I left my brother to encounter the authorities, and under the garb of a soldier visited the cathedral. In the olden time Otho of Orleans, teaching-canon of this cathedral, had sat during the night before its entrance, demonstrating the motions of the planets to his disciples, and indicating with his finger the Milky Way and the different stars. I should have been better pleased to find this simple astronomer at Tournay than Pandours. I have great taste for those old times of which the chronicles tell such things as that, in the year 1049, in Normandy, a man was metamorphosed into an ass; a thing which, as has been seen, was very near happening to me under the tuition of the Demoiselles Couppart, my instructors in the art of reading. Hildebert, in the year 1114, noticed a girl with heads of corn springing from her ears-Ceres, perhaps. The river Meuse, which I was soon about to cross, was seen suspended in the air in the year 1118, witness William of Nangis and Alberic. Rigord assures us, that in the year 1194, between Compiègne and Clermont, in the district of Beauvais, there fell a shower of hail mingled with crows carrying lighted coals which set fire to what they fell on. The tempest, according to Jervis of Tilbury, could not extinguish a candle placed on the window-sill of the priory of St. Michael of Camissa; he also tells us of a pure and beautiful fountain existing in the diocese of Uzès, which changed its place whenever any thing unclean was thrown into it consciences in the present day are not so easily troubled. --Reader, I am not losing time, as you may perhaps think; I am chatting with you to prevent your being impatient during : my brother's long negotiation: here he is at last; he has succeeded in explaining himself to the satisfaction of the Austrian commandant, and permission is granted us to go to Brussels-an exile purchased with too much care and trouble. London, from April till September, 1822. BRUSSELS-DINNER AT THE BARON DE BRETEUIL'S-RIVAROL-DE PARTURE FOR THE ROYAL ARMY-ROUTE-MEET WITH THE PRUSSIAN ARMY-ARRIVAL AT TRÈVES. BRUSSELS was the head-quarters of the most distinguished emigrés; the most elegant women, and the most fashionable men of Paris, who could only take the field as aides-de-camp, expected from pleasure the rewards of victory. They had new and handsome uniforms, in which they exhibited themselves to show the extent of their absurdity and folly. They consumed, on the festivities of a few days, sums of money considerable enough to have maintained them for some years; it was not worth while to economise, seeing they would be almost immediately in Paris. These brilliant chevaliers were preparing for military glory by successes in love: following precisely the opposite mode of ancient chivalry. They looked with contempt upon us poor fellows on foot, with our knapsacks on our backssmall provincial gentlemen become soldiers. At the feet of their Omphales these Herculeses twirled the distaffs, which they had sent to us, and which we, contenting ourselves with our swords, returned to them. At Brussels I found my trifling baggage, which had arrived before me it consisted of my uniform of the regiment of Navarre, a few changes of linen, and my precious note-books, from which I could never separate. I was invited to dine along with my brother at the Baron de Breteuil's; there I met the Baroness de Montmorency, then young and beautiful, but at the present time just dying, and martyr bishops with mohair cassocks, and crosses of gold, young magistrates turned into colonels of hussars, and Rivarol, whom I never saw but this once in my life. His name had not been announced; I was struck with the language of a man, who |