the grand referendary for seventeen thousand
five hundred tickets. Fieschi, now the blood
was washed off and the plaister and poultices
removed, appeared a short muscular man, with
a high narrow forehead, hollow eyes, livid
face, and thin pointed nose. His Corsican face
gave him a diabolical likeness to a degraded
Napoleon. His black hair was cut very short
and shaved over the left temple, where the
wound had exposed the brain; a second wound
had gashed his left eyebrow; a third splinter
had ripped the left corner of his mouth, and gave
it a sardonic grinning expression. His left
eye was closed, and seemed lower than the other.
His little eyes were quick as those of a rat, and
much hidden by the brows. This monster of
bloodthirsty vanity, calling itself patriotism,
wore a black satin waistcoat and a black cravat.
He took snuff perpetually, and kept arranging a
portfolio of papers with gay and smiling alacrity.
He was never still a momemoment, constantly rising
up sitting down, or turning his head from
this side to that. He shook hands with his
counsel, offered snuff to his guards, and seemed
piqued at tlieir refusal. He assumed the air of
a great man, whose actions, though mistaken, had
been in pursuit of a grand idea.

Morey, an old man on the point of dying
from a terrible disease, had a calm fearless
manner, and was treated with consistent respect
by Fieschi, whose death, however, he had no
doubt planned by overloading three of the barrels.
Pepin, a mild, talkative, weak man, looked pale
and miserably apprehensive. Bescher was careless;
Boireau, a very young man, energetic,
eloquent, and assured.

Fieschi, in some vague hopes of being
received as evidence, confessed, in the course of
the trial, the whole progress of the crime. It
was a plan struck out by Morey as early as
1824. It was originally a mere soldier's scheme.

"I said to myself one day, ' If I was in a
fortress with five hundred men, and an epidemic
came and carried off half of them, could I defend
the place with a few people left?' I had then
au idea of mounting ninety muskets in a row.
With that, thought I, I can destroy a whole
regiment with a few men. Morey's wife saw
me at it, and told Morey, who came and asked
me what it was. I replied, a machine that
could demolish Charles the Tenth and all his
family. It was too complicated, however, being
ranged in batteries, and made for flint locks.
I explained it to Morey, and he said, 'That
would do very well for Louis Philippe.' He
put the model in his pocket, but did not say
what he should do with it."

It was then arranged between Pepin, Morey,
and Fieschi, and the expense of the whole
plot coldly and carefully estimated at live
hundred francs. They met one day, after dinner,
at Pepin's appointment, in the cemetery of Père
Lachaise, to make experiments as to the best
way of firing trains of powder. Afraid of being
seen there, they went up into the vineyards.
Morey drew out bis "pear" (small powder-horn),
and spread the powder. Pepin struck a light
that went out. Fieschi then lighted the powder
in the middle, and his comrades seeing the good
effect, cried at once, " Ça va bien!" " And
certainly no way is quicker and sharper than
that," added the witness. They afterwards
drank together at a restaurant at the Barrière
de Montreuil. The sums advanced to Fieschi
were found in Pepin's books entered as paid
to "the Dauber," as Fieschi was nicknamed
from his griminess at his first interview with
Madame Pepin. Boireau lent tools to pierce
the touch-holes of two of the barrels. Morey
had regretted he had not money enough to carry
out another project. He had wanted to hire
a house next the Chamber of Deputies, and
blow up the king and the princes the day of
the opening of the Chambers. He also said
(he was a celebrated leader at shooting-matches)
that if he once got the king at the end of his
gun, he'd take good care not to miss him.

Fieschi especially insisted on his not being
a mere hired assassin.

"No," he said; " I worked, I gained my
bread even while I was about to make this
attempt. I shall pass in the eyes of the world as a
great criminal, not as an assassin. I do not
deserve the name of assassin. An assassin
is the man who kills to get money, but I—- I am
a great criminal—- un grand coupable. I declare
that I received nothing from anybody. They
shall never say that I am a stabber. I had
goods from Pepin, but I paid for them; they
were only sugar and trifles."

Fieschi met the Prince de Rohan also at
Pepin's, who came, as Pepin said, to discuss
some new machine for decorticating vegetables,
but more probably for political purposes.

It was about five o'clock in the afternoon of the
27th when Morey arrived with the powder and
bullets. The guns were loaded for the most part
by Morey. The mounting and loading took
up till after six. Morey then went out, keeping
his handkerchief to his mouth. He also took
off his July decoration, and turned his back to
people as much as possible to prevent being
recognised. The barrels that burst were found
to have been loaded with intervals purposely left
between the powder and the bullets, so that
they might explode and Fieschi be destroyed.
At eleven o'clock that night, after leaving
Boireau and his experiment of riding past,
Fieschi went home and tried to sleep, vexed and
alarmed at Pepin's disclosures to Boireau.

The next morning very early Fieschi went to
a young Corsican, named Sorba, to ask him to
be his second in a duel. It was only a pretext
to obtain society; for Sorba was too young, and
he dared not confide his fears to him. M. Sorba,
who evidently knew of the plot, said to him:

"You have an unlucky hand."

At half-past nine Fieschi met Boireau again
on the boulevards. Boireau left the friends
with whom he was, and said to Fieschi:

"We are all ready. You go to your work;
we shall be at our posts."

Fieschi then met Morey on the Rue Basse du
Rempart. Morey proposed, after all was
demolished, to destroy the telegraphs, to set fire
to the barns in the banlieue, and to attack