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Rh actually carried daggers; and what appeared to them a holyday, had its enjoyment increased by a sort of self-importance. Last of all, crying "Point de Mazarin!" with the whole power of his voice, and dragging after him a huge spear, whose weight greatly impeded his progress, came a boy of some five or six years old. Alas! the young patriot was soon taught a wholesome lesson of submission to the powers that be; for from. a corner-house out came his mother, a slight, active, viragoish-looking woman. She seized the juvenile Gracchus, with a sharp question of "Petit vaurien! what do you do in the streets?" and having duly enforced her words with a box on the ear, dragged the child home, still tenaciously clinging to his spear.

The travellers were welcomed to Bournonville's house by the gouvernante Madelon, a bustling, goodnatured Normande, whose pyramidal white cap and large gold ear-rings were the delight of her heart; next came the house, and after that her master;—all objects of a most deep and unfeigned attachment.

Bournonville's first step was to ask Madelon a few questions, and then hurry to his painting-room. "Everything has changed since I left, and I must change everything too. The beauties