pikes. A page who saw him killed found
the body stripped and lying among the dead.
It was buried by order of René, Duke of
Lorraine, with great magnificence in St.
George's Church at Nancy. "I saw," says
Commines, in his minute, chatty way, "a
seal-ring of his, after his death, at Milan,
with his arms cut curiously upon sardonyx,
that I have often seen him wear in a ribbon
at his breast. It was sold at Milan for two
ducats, and had been stolen from him by a
varlet that waited on him in his chamber."
Commines's moral on the duke's defeat
runs thus:

"I cannot conceive what should have
provoked God Almighty's displeasure so
highly against him, unless it was his self-
love and arrogance in attributing all the
success of his enterprises and all the
renown he ever acquired to his own wisdom
and conduct."

It was during this siege that the angry
citizens, enraged at Charles having put to
death Suffron de Bachier, chamberlain of
their duke, hung in revenge from the tower
of the church of St. Epvre one hundred of
Charles's Burgundian officers, which, in our
humble opinion, was more than ample
retaliation.

Nancy is full of records of the old dukes.
In the Grande Rue stands a portion of the
ancient palace, a splendid specimen of the
Flamboyant Gothic of the sixteenth
century, with a fine portal and gatehouse. It
is now a barrack for the gendarmerie, and
part of it a museum for local antiquities,
one of the best purposes for which an
historical house can be used. In the Place
Royale stands a statue of Stanislas, the
great benefactor of Nancy. This ex-king
of Poland and Duke of Lorraine abdicated
his northern throne in 1735, and resided in
Lorraine till 1766, when he died, and all
his domains fell to the crown of France.
This duke is always coming across you in
Nancy. There is a Porte Stanislas, and a Rue
Stanislas, and a Place Stanislas, and, moreover,
a fine triumphal arch, also erected by
the indefatigable Stanislas, leading into the
Place de la Carrière, and to the public
promenade, La Pepinière, beyond. In the
Church of the Cordeliers is the ducal chapel,
an octagonal building of much elegance,
and lined with costly marble; but the ducal
bones are not here, in spite of all the
grandeur, for the red caps, in the
revolutionary times, hating even ducal bones,
took up all the gilt and velveted coffins,
tumbled them into a common cemetery,
and turned the church into a warehouse.
Stanislas, however, was too tremendous a
person to be buried among other dukes,
and must needs have a place all to
himself and his wife in the Church of Notre
Dame de Bon Secours, which he rebuilt in
1738. The original building had been
reared by Duke René, to commemorate the
defeat and death of that bugbear of his,
Charles the Bold. The white marble tomb
of the officious Stanislas still remains. This
benefactor of Nancy was burnt to death by
his clothes accidentally catching fire as he
sat by his own fireside. In this church
are, or were, preserved—a writer about
Nancy says—the Turkish standards taken
by Dukes of Lorraine in 1664, 1670, and
1716, after which time Turkey did not do
much harm in Europe, thanks to brave
Prince Eugène. A cast bronze statue of
the monotonous but worthy Stanislas stands
between the four fountains of the Place
Royale. It was erected by voluntary
subscription, collected throughout the duchy,
in 1823; so there is some gratitude in
Lorraine, and there must have been some good
in this little Roi d'Yvetot.

Nancy is a busy place, especially in cotton
and cloth. It employs about twenty thousand
persons, out of a population of thirty-
eight thousand five hundred and sixty-nine,
in embroidery upon cambric, muslin, and
jaconets. Nancy is also famous for its shot
(it may have painful experience of it soon),
hosiery, liqueurs, chemical products,
tanneries, dyeing houses, and saltpetre
refineries.

With good reason, Nancy boasts of her
children; of Callot, the artist and etcher,
whose soldiers and beggars of Louis the
Thirteenth's time are admirably
picturesque. Callot, when a runaway lad at Rome,
attracted the notice of a young prince of
Lorraine, who brought him back to his
father's court. His great picture was the
Siege of La Rochelle; he died in 1636.
Napoleon's general of artillery, Drouot, that
faithful, staunch old Puritan, who, amid
all the blasphemy and license of an
unhallowed camp, kept his Bible always
before him, was born here. A statue to
the worthy veteran stands in the Cour
d'Orleans, near the University, and close to
the Porte de Metz, erected in 1785, to
celebrate the birth of the Dauphin, the
victories of France, and her alliance with
the United States. Marshal Bassompierre,
who was Richelieu's ambassador to
England in Charles the First's reign, and who
left memoirs, was also a native of this town,
and so was Isabey, the painter, who, in a