"Your hear him," said Schneider; "Marie Ancel, you may decide the fate of your father. I shall return in a few hours," concluded he, "and will then beg to know your decision."

The advocate of the rights of man then left the apartment, and left the family, as you may imagine, in no very pleasant mood.

Old uncle Jacob, during the few minutes which had elapsed in the enactment of this strange scene, sate staring wildly at Schneider, and holding Mary on his knees-the poor little thing had fled to him for protection, and not to her father, who was kneeling almost senseless at the window, gazing at the executioner and his hideous preparations. The instinct of the poor girl had not failed her; she knew that Jacob was her only protector, if not of her life-Heaven bless him!-of her honour. "Indeed," the old man said, in a stout voice," this must never be, my dearest child-you must not marry this man. If it be the will

of Providence that we fall, we shall have at least the thought to console us that we die innocent. Any man in France at a time like this would be a coward and traitor if he feared to meet the fate of the thousand brave and good who have preceded us."

"Who speaks of dying?" said Edward. "You, brother Jacob! You would not lay that poor girl's head on the scaffold, or mine, your dear brother's. You will not let us die, Mary-you will not, for a small sacrifice, bring your poor old father into danger ?"

Mary made no answer. "Perhaps," she said, "there is time for escape he is to be here but in two hours; in two hours we may be safe, in concealment, or on the frontier." And she rushed to the door of the chamber, as if she would have instantly made the attempt: two gensdarmes were at the door. "We have orders, Mademoiselle," they said, " to allow no one to leave this apartment until the return of the citizen Schneider."

Alas! all hope of escape was impossible. Mary became quite silent for a while-she would not speak to uncle Jacob, and, in reply to her father's eager questions, she only replied, coldly, that she would answer Schneider when he arrived.

The two dreadful hours passed away only too quickly, and, punctual to his appointment, the ex-monk appeared. Directly he entered, Mary advanced to him, and said, calmly,

Sir, I could not deceive you, if I said that I freely accepted the offer which you have made me. will be your wife, but I tell you that I love another; and that it is only to save the lives of these two old men that I yield my person up to you.'

Schneider bowed, and said,

"It is bravely spoken-I like your candour-your beauty. As for the love, excuse me for saying that it is a matter of total indifference. I have no doubt, however, that it will come as soon as your feelings in favour of the young gentleman, your cousin, have lost their present fervour. That engaging young man has, at present, another mistress-Glory. He occupies, I believe, the distinguished post of corporal in a regiment which is about to march to-Perpignan, I believe."

It was in fact Monsieur Schneider's polite intention to banish me as far as possible from the place of my birth, and he had accordingly selected the Spanish frontier, as the spot where I was to display my future military talents.

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Mary gave no answer to this sneer-she seemed perfectly resigned and calm. She only said,

"I must make, however, some conditions regarding our proposed marriage, which a gentleman of Monsieur Schneider's gallantry cannot refuse.'

"Pray command me," replied the husband-elect. "Fair lady, you know I am your slave."

"You occupy a distinguished political rank, citizen representative," said she; "and we in our village are likewise known and beloved. I should be ashamed, I confess, to wed you here, for our people would wonder at the sudden marriage, and imply that it was only by compulsion that I gave you my hand. Let us then perform this ceremony at Strasburg, before the public authorities of the city, with the state and solemnity which befits the marriage of one of the chief men of the Republic."

"Be it so, Madam," he answered, and 'gallantly proceeded to embrace his bride.

Mary did not shrink from this ruffian's kiss; nor did she reply when poor old Jacob, who sat sobbing in a corner, burst out, and said, "O Mary, Mary, I did not think this of thee!"

"Silence, brother!" hastily said Edward; "my good son-in-law will pardon your ill-humour."

I believe uncle Edward in his heart was pleased at the notion of the marriage; he only cared for money and rank, and was little scrupulous as to the means of obtaining them.

The matter then was finally arranged, and presently, after Schneider had transacted the affairs which brought him into that part of the country, the happy bridal party set forward for Strasburg. Uncles Jacob and Edward occupied the back seat of the old family carriage, and the young bride and bridegroom (he was nearly Jacob's age) were seated majestically in front. Mary has often since talked to me of this dreadful journey she said she wondered at the scrupulous politeness of Schneider during the route; nay, that at another period she could have listened to and admired the singular talent of this man, his great learning, his fancy, and wit; but her mind was bent upon other things, and the poor girl firmly thought that her last day was come.

In the mean time, by a blessed chance, I had not ridden three leagues from Strasburg, when the officer of a passing troop of a cavalry regiment, looking at the beast on which I was mounted, was pleased to take a fancy to it, and ordered me in an authoritative tone to descend, and to give up my steed for the benefit of the Republic. I represented to him in vain that I was a soldier like himself, and the bearer of despatches to Paris. "Fool!" he said, "do you think they would send despatches by a man who can ride at best but ten leagues a-day ?" And the honest soldier was so wroth at my supposed duplicity, that he not only confiscated my horse, but my saddle, and the little portmanteau which contained the chief part of my worldly goods and treasure. I had nothing for it but to dismount, and take my way on foot back again to Strasburg. I arrived there in the evening, determining the next morning to make my case known to the citizen St. Just: and, though I made my entry without a sou, I don't know what secret exultation I felt at again being able to return.

The ante-chamber of such a great man as St. Just was in those days

too crowded for an unprotected boy to obtain an early audience; two days passed before I could obtain a sight of the friend of Robespierre. On the third day, as I was still waiting for the interview, I heard a great bustle in the court-yard of the house, and looked out with many others at the spectacle.

A number of men and women, singing epithalamiums and dressed in some absurd imitation of Roman costume, a troop of soldiers and gendarmerie, and an immense crowd of the badauds of Strasburg, were surrounding a carriage which then entered the court of the mayoralty. In this carriage, great God! I saw my dear Mary, and Schneider by her side. The truth instantly came upon me; the reason for Schneider's keen inquiries and my abrupt dismissal; but I could not believe that Mary was false to me. I had only to look in her face, white and rigid as marble, to see that this proposed marriage was not with her consent. I fell back in the crowd as the procession entered the great room in which I was, and hid my hands in my face: I could not look upon her as the wife of another, upon her so long loved and truly-the saint of my childhood-the pride and hope of my youth-torn from me for ever, and delivered over to the unholy arms of the murderer who stood before me.

The door of St. Just's private apartment opened, and he took his seat at the table of mayoralty just as Schneider and his cortége arrived before it.

Schneider then said that he came in before the authorities of the republic to espouse the citoyenne Marie Ancel.

"Is she a minor?" said St. Just.

"She is a minor, but her father is here to give her away.'

"I am here," said uncle Edward, coming eagerly forward and bowing. "Edward Ancel, so please you, citizen representative. The worthy citizen Schneider has done me the honour of marrying into my family."

66 But my father has not told you the terms of the marriage," said Mary, interrupting him, in a loud clear voice.

Here Schneider seized her hand, and endeavoured to prevent her from speaking. Her father turned pale, and cried, "Stop, Mary, stop! For Heaven's sake, remember your poor old father's danger!"

"Sir, may I speak?"

"Let the young woman speak," said St. Just, "if she have a desire to talk." He did not suspect what would be the purport of her story.

"Sir," she said, "two days since the citizen Schneider entered for the first time our house, and you will fancy that it must be a love of very sudden growth which has brought either him or me before you to-day. He had heard from a person, who is now unhappily not present, of my name, and of the wealth which my family was said to possess; and hence arose this mad design concerning me. He came into our village with supreme power, an executioner at his heels, and the soldiery and authorities of the district entirely under his orders. He threatened my father with death if he refused to give up his daughter; and I, who knew that there was no chance of escape, except here before you, consented to become his wife. My father I know to be innocent, for all his transactions with the state have passed through my

hands. Citizen representative, I demand to be freed from this marriage, and I charge Schneider as a traitor to the Republic, as a man who would have murdered an innocent citizen for the sake of private gain.”

During the delivery of this little speech, uncle Jacob had been sobbing and panting like a broken-winded horse, and when Mary had done he rushed up to her and kissed her, and held her tight in his arms. "Bless thee, my child!" he cried, " for having had the courage to speak the truth, and shame thy old father and me, who dared not say a word." "The girl amazes me," said Schneider, with a look of astonishment. "I never saw her, it is true, till yesterday; but I used no force: her father gave her to me with his free consent, and she yielded as gladly. Speak, Edward Ancel, was it not so ?"

"It was, indeed, by my free consent," said Edward, trembling.

"For shame, brother!" cried old Jacob. "Sir, it was by Edward's free consent and my niece's-but the guillotine was in the court-yard! Question Schneider's famulus, the man Gregoire, he who reads The Sorrows of Werter.""

Gregoire stepped forward, and looked hesitatingly at Schneider as he said, "I know not what took place within doors, but I was ordered to put up the scaffold without; and I was told to get soldiers, and let no one leave the house."

"Citizen St. Just," cried Schneider, "you will not allow the testimony of a ruffian like this, of a foolish girl, and a mad ex-priest, to weigh against the word of one who has done such service to the Republic : it is a base conspiracy to betray me; the whole family is known to favour the interest of the émigrés."

"And therefore you would marry a member of the family, and allow the others to escape: you must make a better defence, citizen Schneider," said St. Just, sternly.

Here I came forward, and said that three days since I had received an order to quit Strasburg for Paris immediately after a conversation with Schneider, in which I had asked him his aid in promoting my marriage with my cousin Mary Ancel; that he had heard from me full accounts regarding her father's wealth; and that he had abruptly caused my dismissal in order to carry on his scheme against her.

"You are in the uniform of a regiment in this town; who sent you from it?" said St. Just.

I produced the order, signed by himself, and the despatches which Schneider had sent me.

"The signature is mine, but the despatches did not come from my office. Can you prove in any way your conversation with Schneider ?" Why," said my sentimental friend Gregoire, "for the matter of that, I can answer that the lad was always talking about this young woman he told me the whole story himself, and many a good laugh I had with citizen Schneider as we talked about it."

"The charge against Edward Ancel must be examined into," said St. Just. "The marriage cannot take place; but, if I had ratified it, Mary Ancel, what would then have been your course ?"

Mary felt for a moment in her bosom, and said-" He would have died to-night-I would have stabbed him with this dagger.'

This reply, and, indeed, the whole of the story, is historical. An account by Charles Nodier, in "The Revue de Paris," suggested it to the writer.

The rain was beating down the streets, and yet they were thronged -all the world was hastening to the market-place, where the worthy Gregoire was about to perform some of the pleasant duties of his office. On this occasion it was not death that he was to inflict, he was only to expose a criminal who was to be sent on afterwards to Paris. St. Just had ordered that Schneider should stand for six hours in the public place of Strasburg, and then be sent on to the capital, to be dealt with as the authorities there might think fit.

The people followed with execrations the villain to his place of punishment, and Gregoire grinned as he fixed up to the post the man whose orders he had obeyed so often, who had delivered over to disgrace and punishment so many who merited it not.

Schneider was left for several hours exposed to the mockery and insults of the mob; he was then, according to his sentence, marched on to Paris, where it is probable that he would have escaped death but for his own fault. He was left for some time in prison quite unnoticed, perhaps forgotten; day by day fresh victims were carried to the scaffold, and yet the Alsatian tribune remained alive; at last by the mediation of one of his friends a long petition was presented to Robespierre stating his services and his innocence, and demanding his freedom. The reply to this was an order for his instant execution: the wretch died in the last days of Robespierre's reign. His comrade St. Just followed him, as you know; but Edward Ancel had been released before this, for the action of my brave Mary had created a strong feeling in his favour.

"And Mary?" said I.

Here a stout and smiling old lady entered the Captain's little room: she was leaning on the arm of a military-looking man of some forty years, and followed by a number of noisy rosy children.

"This is Mary Ancel," said the Captain," and I am Captain Pierre, and yonder is the Colonel, my son; and you see us here assembled in force, for it is the fête of little Jacob yonder, whose brothers and sisters have all come from their schools to dance at his birth-day."

THE QUARREL.

I left thee in anger, but sad was my heart,
For the sun on my wrath had gone down,
And it grieved me to think I had let thee depart
With thy forehead profaned by a frown.

But as cloudlets arise, when the morning is fair,
And though small, often lead to a storm,
So trifles may vex, and to quarrel incline
A temper that's ardent and warm.

I thought you unkind, and the spirit within
Rebell'd, as you proudly replied,
"Beware, for there's others my favour may win,
And remember! I'm not yet your bride!"

But let us not take e'en one feather away
From the pinions of Love, lest he fly us,

For how can we tell, when he once goes astray,
That he may not, for ever, slip by us.

M. W. M.