roight. Prisoner, ye may now proceed with
your ividence."

The dumb man, who desires nothing better, is
at it again in no time. He strides again across
the justice-room, and again rises on his toes,
then he slightly ducks at the knee-joints, then he
crosses again and clasps his hands, then he
strides to the folding-doors and looks out of
them, then he hides his face with his hands, then
he returns to the middle of the stage, smiles,
goes down on one knee, kisses his hand, and
slaps his breast.

"I gather," says the J.P., " from what I have
just seen, that he started on his journey in
company with the streenger, who wore a milithary
appearance, and had a sloight cast in the oi. The
sun was descending upon, or rather behoind,
the earth, and the little birds were singing their
matins to the decloining orb, when suddenly on
approaching that part of the road in which
necessitee compelled them to pass over the
bridge now known by the sad appeleetion of the
Bridge of Despair, a terrific storm burst upon
the travellers, and at the same toime they were
assaulted by two hardened ruffians, destitute
aloike of human sympathy and of a due regyord
for the awful majistee of the tempest which was
uxploding upon 'um. Prisoner, you may
proceed with your ividence."

More soft striding, more rising on tiptoe,
more kissing of fingers, more kneeling on one
knee, more slapping of breast.

The J.P., who had been asleep, is at this
particular moment not equal to the occasion, and
the dumb man prompting the judge, "throws
a whisper" at him with all his might.

"Oh! ah! yes! a thrilling combat ensued,"
said the Justice, " a combat of a terrific
neeture, between three desperate men; for the
fourth, the unhappy streenger, had fallen at once
a victim to the blows of the assassin. Prisoner,
ye may proceed."

Dumb show as before, and prompting
continued to the end.

"It was about this toime," continued the
Justice, stimulated by much whispering from the
dumb man—" it was about this toime that the
milithary—the brave defenders of our neetive
roights and libertees—came upon the scene,
when the murderers, alarmed by the majistee
of their appearance, fled from before them, and
the accused being found near to the remeens
of the unhappy and murdered voyager, was
accused of the foul deed, and brought to justice."
As there is no jury to charge, and nobody to
be consulted, there seems every reason at this
juncture to conclude that the trial is at an end,
when suddenly Messrs. Marcel and Gerrole rush
into court, and, producing the pistol with which
the murder is alleged to nave been committed,
prove it to be the property of the devoted
Michel. Michel is ordered for execution, and
the stage is cleared.

Bridge of Despair scene again, and "the
once merry Pierre, the father of Adelle—a
maniac!" It is a curious and instructive thing
to observe in what a subtle manner the mental
derangement of the once merry Pierre is
suggested to the audience. It is entirely done by
the agency of glazed calico. It seems, to judge
by appearances, that the father of Adelle, on
parting with his reason and ceasing to be the
once merry Pierre, has purchased, or otherwise
become possessed of, a long "breadth" of black
glazed calico; in this he has cut a hole for his
venerable head, and has popped it on over his
ordinary clothing. The effect of this is much
more horrible, and certainly more indicative of
insanity, than anything else that could have been
done at the price. Habited thus, the old
gentleman is discovered groping about in search of
a certain missing pistol which is to clear his
future son-in-law's character. The weapon in
question turns up behind the stone cross, where
on a previous occasion it will be remembered
that two swords happened to be discovered just
when they were wanted.

The Eye-witness frankly acknowledges he is
not in a position to inform the reader now the
discovery of this pistol cleared the character
of the Dumb Guide; or why Messrs. Marcel
and Gerrole, who knew that it would do so,
and who came upon the scene just as the
once merry Pierre found it, did not knock
the maniac father on the head, wrap him up in
the breadth of glazed calico, and tumble him
over the Bridge of Despair into the raging
torrent below. Far less can he explain how it
happened that the military turned up again at
this moment; that the Irish J.P. happened to
be passing when he was most wanted, to convict
the two villains; that Adelle knew all about it,
and bounded on, followed by the Dumb Guide,
who had been probably liberated by electric
telegraph: so rapidly did his appearance follow
the discovery of his innocence. At all events,
accountable or unaccountable, all these things
were so, and the maniac father, whose restoration
was all that was wanting to make everything
satisfactory, acted like a father, and,
abandoning his glazed calico and his lunacy
together, became the once merry Pierre again,
and lived so ever afterwards.

VIDOCQ, FRENCH DETECTIVE.
IN TWO PORTIONS. PORTION THE SECOND.

THE second anecdote illustrative of the great
French detective's cleverness, runs as follows:

At the time of the first invasion of France by
the Allies, as the disinterested conduct of the
enemy was not a perfectly established fact,
everybody set to work to invent hiding-places for
valuables, out of the reach of Cossack rapacity. A
Monsieur Sénard, a jeweller in the Palais Royal,
on going to visit one of his friends, the Curé of
Livry, near Pontoise, found him busily employed
in having a hole dug in which he might
temporarily bury, in the first place, the church plate,
and, secondly, his own little property. The man
who was digging the hole had enjoyed the
curé's confidence for thirty years; he was a
cooper by trade; he was also churchwarden,