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ALFRED DE -ROSANN. 121 “The calamities of one man,’? said De Rosann somewhat mournfully, ‘ often conduce to another’s welfare; and the glories of the successful are usually erected on the ruins of many.” “Poor Champignon!”’ exclaimed Belle-Rose, de- Sirous of turning the conversation into a blither Strain; ‘I am almost sorry to be obliged to leave him behind us.?? “I saw him making most piteous faces, and heard him utter dreadful yells, during the commotion,” returned De Rosann; “ and if the scenes he has this morning witnessed do not expel some valuable culi- nary ideas from his head, I know not what could.”’ “Such an eventful day have I never passed,” said Belle-Rose, casting an anxious glance behind him; “and [ assure youl have seen enough during my brief career: but the horrors attending the execution of that poor old man, who was sacrificed after all, will not be readily effaced from my memory.” ““] hope most sincerely,’’ cried De Rosann, with a species of religious fervour to which he was not accus- tomed, ‘“ that the lesson may be an useful one both for you and me.’ ** As for lessons being useful, and examples good,”’ replied Belle-Rose coolly, ‘“T can hear my grand- mother or the parish parson talk aboutthat kind of thing any time in the course of the week; but that my | memory will treasure up the events of this morning with the greatest tenacity, is quite certain: not to be of the most remote service to me ina moral point, my dear fellow, because my life will always con- tinue the same: the singularity and horror of the cir- cumstances alone render them worthy of recollection in my mind.’ No sooner had Belle-Rose done speaking, than the roar of a cannon fell upon the ears of himself and De Rosann, and drove the colour from the cheek of the latter. In a moment the explosion was repeated, and then athird time. De Rosann turned round to ascertain whence the smoke. issued: the misty volumes came VoL. 1.—11 | CORnNICLOO S (C@