The clang of bells was heard by the inmates of the palace, as they stood, this summer night, by the open windows. Steeple after steeple rang out, and every one knew that this was the token of insurrection in the respective parishes.

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The number of the Swiss guards was a thousand. Their post was within the palace of the Tuileries. Outside were squadrons of French soldiers under the command of Mandat, a loyal officer, who kept them ranged with their cannon round the outer enclosures of the palace.

Just at dawn, Mandat was sent for by the magistrates of the city, and went alone, suspecting no danger. To his amazement, he found that the entire magistracy was changed, and now composed of furious 5 revolutionary men. They arrested him and ordered him to prison; but the mob seized him on the steps, and murdered him. The soldiers, deprived of their commander, seemed inclined to join the people; and the Swiss, and the gentlemen and servants of the court, were all that remained to be depended upon. The Swiss stood firm as their own Alps. The household arranged themselves in the apartments, armed, and ready for the assault from without-but with little hope of victory, and every expectation of destruction.

On came the insurgents, surrounding the Tuileries and filling the neighbourhood; and it seemed probable that the gunners, placed outside for the defence of the palace, would turn their cannon against it. The magistrate of the district saw, from the temper

of the people, destruction to every individual in the palace, if once the siege began. He therefore begged a private interview with the king and queen, and proposed their going to the Assembly, without a moment's delay, to commit themselves and their children to the protection of the representatives of the people. The king consented, and those who saw them depart well knew that all hope for the royal cause was over.

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The assailants without, and the defenders in the outer court of the Tuileries, did not know of the departure of the royal family, and the battle therefore began with fury. The gentlemen and servants tried to save themselves; some escaped from windows, and others under disguises, but many were killed. The Swiss only remained firm: they fought bravely, and kept their ranks; until at last a messenger arrived with a written order from the king that they should cease firing. Then they tried to save themselves, but most of them were slaughtered in the attempt. Their last thought might well have been, "Put not your trust in princes. But perhaps more painful thoughts still were in their fainting hearts; and before their swimming eyes might be visions of their homes in the Swiss valleys, and their wives and children singing of them, while tending the cows on the mountain side.

In the neighbourhood of Lucerne, in Switzerland, there is a monument to the memory of these men. Above a little lake rises a precipitous face of rock. In the midst of this the monument is hollowed out. V.-Moffatt's Ex. Reader.

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The Swiss lion, wounded and dying, grasps with its failing claws the French shield, with the royal lilies upon it. If the king had sent his family to the Assembly for safety, and himself remained to fall with his adherents, this monument would not have been, as it is now, a reproach upon his memory, durable as Swiss honour and as the everlasting rock.

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1 insurrection, a rising up of a number of persons against the lawful authorities. 2 adherent, one who cleaves to, or supports, some party or cause; partisan; follower; supporter. Tuileries, palace of the French king. squadron, a body of cavalry comprising two companies or troops of about a hundred and fifty men. 3 revolutionary, casting off the authority of a Government with a view to put it down by force, and establish another. representatives, the men who were chosen by the people to represent their opinions in the House of Assembly. The members of Parliament are representatives of the English people.

THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.

THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death,

And, with his sickle keen,

He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,

And the flowers that grow between.

"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he

"Have naught but the bearded grain ?

Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again."

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,

He kissed their drooping leaves;

It was for the Lord of Paradise

He bound them in his sheaves.

THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS.

'My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,'

The Reaper said, and smiled;

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Where He was once a child..

"They shall all bloom in the fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,

And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear."

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,

The Reaper came that day;

'Twas an angel visited the green earth,

And took the flowers away.

'Longfellow.

'This is an allegorical (describing by resemblance; figurative) poem. Under the figure of a reaper cutting down the corn, and the flowers growing among it, Death is represented as taking the young and beautiful, as well as the aged. 2 bearded grain, the aged. flowers, the children. Though the breath, etc. This means, that the love and sunshine which dear children create in the hearts of their parents will still remain with them, after the children's death. The same poet says:

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"Day after day we think what she is doing

In those bright realms of air;

Year after year, her tender steps pursuing,
Behold her grown more fair."

These lines may also mean, that hereafter our lost ones will be given to us again. 5 dear tokens, signs of friendship or remem brance. They shall all bloom, etc. The poet believes that after a child dies it is taken to heaven, where it grows more and more heavenly. In the poem above referred to the poet says:

"Not as a child shall we again behold her ;

For when, with raptures wild,

In our embraces we again enfold her,

She will not be a child.

"But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion,
Clothed with celestial grace;

And beautiful with all the soul's expansion,
Shall we behold her face."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, an eminent American poet, author of Erangeline, Psalm of Life, Wreck of the Ilesperus, etc. (See App.)

Of all the 1 subterraneous caverns now known, the 2 grotto of 3 Antiparos is the most remarkable, as well for its extent as for the beauty of its * sparry incrustations. This celebrated cavern was first explored by one Magni, an Italian traveller, about a hundred years ago.

66 Having been informed," says he, "by the natives of Paros, that in the little island of Antiparos, which lies about two miles from the former, a gigantic statue was to be seen at the mouth of a cavern, the French consul and I resolved to pay it a visit.

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"After we had landed on the island, and walked about four miles through the midst of beautiful plains and sloping woodlands, we came to a little hill, on the side of which yawned a terrible-looking cavern, which by its gloom at first struck us with terror, and which almost 7 repressed curiosity. Re