and sentinels of the National Guard
regulated the passage. There were still seen
in the streets half naked workmen mounted
on cuirassiers' horses, and boys wearing
generals' hats and court swords. The
generous people shook hands and drank
with the dejected soldiers. The Invalides
surrendered, after the governor had threatened
resistance. The old grenadiers called
out to the people:

"Eh bien, messieurs, have you hanged
our dog of a governor? You would have
done no great harm. Yesterday he made
us load the cannons and firelocks to fire
upon you."

Mont Rouge, Versailles, Vaugirard, Isay,
and Vaneres had already risen. There
was some skirmishing between the
videttes of the people and the troops, who
commanded the bridges of Sèvres and St.
Cloud. When the king reviewed his
regiments, the men shouted, " Vive la
Charte," and " Vive La Liberté." The king,
melancholy and pensive, said to the Duchess
of Berry:

"I have but one resource left. Let our
troops make a last effort."

The shops began to open on the Friday
evening, and lights were placed in every
window, and along the quays and streets,
and in the arcades. The milliners and
workwomen were everywhere busily
engaged in making lint.

Charles the Tenth had ordered the arrest
of the Due d'Orleans at Neuilly; but a day
too late. The king elect arrived in Paris
on Friday night, wearing the national
tricolour. At noon, July 31st, he issued
a proclamation declaring that the Charter
would henceforward be a fact. The
deputies instantly went to the Hôtel de
Ville, and appointed the duke Lieutenant-
General of France. At the Hôtel de Ville,
General Lafayette and the duke, after
shaking hands, waved together from the
window a tricoloured flag: to the indescribable
enthusiasm of the people.

At the news that Paris was sending its
legions to attack St. Cloud, Charles the
Tenth fled, attended by several regiments
that still remained faithful, and one
hundred and fifty carriages.

The barriers were now thrown open; the
streets were crowded with ladies and the
usual idlers; and groups were seen everywhere
seated on the trees which had been
felled for barricades. In the Calais diligence
which this day left Paris, was Mr. Young,
the English actor. Between Amiens and
St. Omer, the people clung to the wheels
of the coach and the boots of the postilions
to learn the news. The great tragedian, who
spoke French admirably, communicated
the news in several speeches, which were
loudly cheered with shouts of "Vive
l'Anglais!" " Vive la Patrie!"

On Sunday the Due d'Orleans showed
himself repeatedly, and threw his
proclamations down among the people. On
Monday the National Guard was
re-organised. The treasure of the Duchess
d'Angoulême, sixty thousand pounds, fell
into the hands of the government. Many
bishops fled, and Paris was crowded with
old Bonapartist soldiers, arrived to join the
popular ranks. The Duchesse d'Orleans and
her daughters visited the wounded at the
Hôtel Dieu, and in the evening sat in the
balcony of the terrace of the Palais Royal
(concealed from view, however), making
lint for the wounded.

Charles, for a ransom of one hundred and
seventy thousand pounds sterling, had
surrendered the crown diamonds, and on
Tuesday, August 3rd, the Chambers accepted
his abdication. On Friday, August 5th,
the Chamber of Deputies invited the Duc
d'Orleans to accept the throne. In the
Chamber of Peers, M. Chateaubriand
chivalrously upheld the claims of the Duke
of Bourdeaux. On Monday the new king
was enthroned, the fleur-de-lis were
removed from the canopy of the throne, and
four large tricoloured flags were placed on
either side. The duke, accepting the charter,
swore, with hand upraised to heaven, to
observe its conditions.

In February, 1848, the "citizen king,"
having broken this same charter, fled from
France, and two years afterwards died an
exile in England.

THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE MONKEY.

O little philosopher monkey-faced,
   Peer in your crucible, pant and glow,
Pound your powder, and pash your paste,
But still remember how glad you raced
In the woods of Monkey-land long ago.

That was ages and ages past,
   You've left the Claws and the Tail behind;
Slowly you've thriven, slowly cast
Skin after skin off, until at last
   Behold! the flower of a human mind!

Tender flower of a plant that dies,
   Slender flower with a light of its own,
This is the thing you'd anatomise?
Little philosopher, pray be wise,
   Remember, and let the flower alone.

You cry: " I've examined the fourfoot kind,
   Followed the chain up, link by link,
Now to dissect the magic of Mind,
I shall never slumber, until I find
   The mechanism by which we think!