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"The moon on the east oriel shone

Through slender shafts of shapely stone,

By foliaged tracery combined.

Thou wouldst have thought some fairy's hand

'Twixt poplars straight the osier wand

In many a freakish knot had twined:

Then framed a spell, when the work was done,

And changed the willow wreaths to stone."

I am, within ten leagues of Paris, spending the time pleasantly in viewing the palace and grounds of the great chateau of Louis XIV. Fifty-seven years ago, a mob, composed of men, women and boys, from Paris, stood in front of this palace, and demanded that the king should go with them to the capital. I have walked over the same ground where the one hundred thousand stood on that interesting occasion. I have been upon the same balcony, and stood by the window from which Marie Antoinette looked out upon the mob that were seeking her life.

Anxious to see as much of the palace as I could, and having an offer of the company of my young friend, Henry G. Chapman, to go through the palace with me, I