perhaps　the　nobler　desire　of　knowledge；　you　sought　initiation
  into　the　mysterious　order　of　Martines　de　Pasqualis。〃
  （It　is　so　recorded　of　Cazotte。　　Of　Martines　de　Pasqualis　little
  is　known；　even　the　country　to　which　he　belonged　is　matter　of
  conjecture。　　Equally　so　the　rites；　ceremonies；　and　nature　of　the
  cabalistic　order　he　established。　　St。　Martin　was　a　disciple　of
  the　school；　and　that；　at　least；　is　in　its　favour；　for　in　spite　of
  his　mysticism；　no　man　more　beneficent；　generous；　pure；　and
  virtuous　than　St。　Martin　adorned　the　last　century。　　Above　all；　no
  man　more　distinguished　himself　from　the　herd　of　sceptical
  philosophers　by　the　gallantry　and　fervour　with　which　he　combated
  materialism；　and　vindicated　the　necessity　of　faith　amidst　a　chaos
  of　unbelief。　　It　may　also　be　observed；　that　Cazotte；　whatever
  else　he　learned　of　the　brotherhood　of　Martines；　learned　nothing
  that　diminished　the　excellence　of　his　life　and　the　sincerity　of
  his　religion。　　At　once　gentle　and　brave；　he　never　ceased　to
  oppose　the　excesses　of　the　Revolution。　　To　the　last；　unlike　the
  Liberals　of　his　time；　he　was　a　devout　and　sincere　Christian。
  Before　his　execution；　he　demanded　a　pen　and　paper　to　write　these
  words：　　〃Ma　femme；　mes　enfans；　ne　me　pleurez　pas；　ne　m'oubliez
  pas；　mais　souvenez…vous　surtout　de　ne　jamais　offenser　Dieu。〃
  （〃My　wife；　my　children；　weep　not　for　me；　forget　me　not；　but
  remember　above　everything　never　to　offend　God。）Ed。）
  〃Ah；　is　it　possible！　　You　are　one　of　that　theurgic　brotherhood？〃
  〃Nay；　I　attended　their　ceremonies　but　to　see　how　vainly　they
  sought　to　revive　the　ancient　marvels　of　the　cabala。〃
  〃Such　studies　please　you？　　I　have　shaken　off　the　influence　they
  once　had　on　my　own　imagination。〃
  〃You　have　not　shaken　it　off；〃　returned　the　stranger；　bravely；　〃it
  is　on　you　still；on　you　at　this　hour；　it　beats　in　your　heart；　it
  kindles　in　your　reason；　it　will　speak　in　your　tongue！〃
  And　then；　with　a　yet　lower　voice；　the　stranger　continued　to
  address　him；　to　remind　him　of　certain　ceremonies　and　doctrines；
  to　explain　and　enforce　them　by　references　to　the　actual
  experience　and　history　of　his　listener；　which　Cazotte　thrilled　to
  find　so　familiar　to　a　stranger。
  Gradually　the　old　man's　pleasing　and　benevolent　countenance　grew
  overcast；　and　he　turned；　from　time　to　time；　searching；　curious；
  uneasy　glances　towards　his　companion。
  The　charming　Duchesse　de　G　archly　pointed　out　to　the　lively
  guests　the　abstracted　air　and　clouded　brow　of　the　poet；　and
  Condorcet；　who　liked　no　one　else　to　be　remarked；　when　he　himself
  was　present；　said　to　Cazotte；　〃Well；　and　what　do　YOU　predict　of
  the　Revolution；how；　at　least；　will　it　affect　us？〃
  At　that　question　Cazotte　started；　his　cheeks　grew　pale；　large
  drops　stood　on　his　forehead；　his　lips　writhed；　his　gay　companions
  gazed　on　him　in　surprise。
  〃Speak！〃　whispered　the　stranger；　laying　his　hand　gently　upon　the
  arm　of　the　old　wit。
  At　that　word　Cazotte's　face　grew　locked　and　rigid；　his　eyes　dwelt
  vacantly　on　space；　and　in　a　low；　hollow　voice；　he　thus　answered
  （The　following　prophecy　（not　unfamiliar；　perhaps；　to　some　of　my
  readers）；　with　some　slight　variations；　and　at　greater　length；　in
  the　text　of　the　authority　I　am　about　to　cite；　is　to　be　found　in
  La　Harpe's　posthumous　works。　　The　MS。　is　said　to　exist　still　in
  La　Harpe's　handwriting；　and　the　story　is　given　on　M。　Petitot's
  authority；　volume　i。　page　62。　　It　is　not　for　me　to　enquire　if
  there　be　doubts　of　its　foundation　on　fact。Ed。）；
  〃You　ask　how　it　will　affect　yourselves；you；　its　most　learned；
  and　its　least　selfish　agents。　　I　will　answer：　　you；　Marquis　de
  Condorcet；　will　die　in　prison；　but　not　by　the　hand　of　the
  executioner。　　In　the　peaceful　happiness　of　that　day；　the
  philosopher　will　carry　about　with　him　not　the　elixir　but　the
  poison。〃
  〃My　poor　Cazotte；〃　said　Condorcet；　with　his　gentle　smile；　〃what
  have　prisons；　executioners；　and　poison　to　do　with　an　age　of
  liberty　and　brotherhood？〃
  〃It　is　in　the　names　of　Liberty　and　Brotherhood　that　the　prisons
  will　reek；　and　the　headsman　be　glutted。〃
  〃You　are　thinking　of　priestcraft；　not　philosophy；　Cazotte；〃　said
  Champfort。
  （Champfort；　one　of　those　men　of　letters　who；　though　misled　by　the
  first　fair　show　of　the　Revolution；　refused　to　follow　the　baser
  men　of　action　into　its　horrible　excesses；　lived　to　express　the
  murderous　philanthropy　of　its　agents　by　the　best　bon　mot　of　the
  time。　　Seeing　written　on　the　walls；　〃Fraternite　ou　la　Mort；〃　he
  observed　that　the　sentiment　should　be　translated　thus；　〃Sois　mon
  frere；　ou　je　te　tue。〃　　（〃Be　my　brother；　or　I　kill　thee。〃））　　〃And
  what　of　me？〃
  〃You　will　open　your　own　veins　to　escape　the　fraternity　of　Cain。
  Be　comforted；　the　last　drops　will　not　follow　the　razor。　　For　you；
  venerable　Malesherbes；　for　you；　Aimar　Nicolai；　for　you；　learned
  Bailly；I　see　them　dress　the　scaffold！　　And　all　the　while；　O
  great　philosophers；　your　murderers　will　have　no　word　but
  philosophy　on　their　lips！〃
  The　hush　was　complete　and　universal　when　the　pupil　of　Voltaire
  the　prince　of　the　academic　sceptics；　hot　La　Harpecried　with　a
  sarcastic　laugh；　〃Do　not　flatter　me；　O　prophet；　by　exemption　from
  the　fate　of　my　companions。　　Shall　_I_　have　no　part　to　play　in
  this　drama　of　your　fantasies。〃
  At　this　question；　Cazotte's　countenance　lost　its　unnatural
  expression　of　awe　and　sternness；　the　sardonic　humour　most　common
  to　it　came　back　and　played　in　his　brightening　eyes。
  〃Yes；　La　Harpe；　the　most　wonderful　part　of　all！　　YOU　will
  becomea　Christian！〃
  This　was　too　much　for　the　audience　that　a　moment　before　seemed
  grave　and　thoughtful；　and　they　burst　into　an　immoderate　fit　of
  laughter；　while　Cazotte；　as　if　exhausted　by　his　predictions；　sank
  back　in　his　chair；　and　breathed　hard　and　heavily。
  〃Nay；　said　Madame　de　G；　〃you　who　have　predicted　such　grave
  things　concerning　us；　must　prophesy　something　also　about
  yourself。〃
  A　convulsive　tremor　shook　the　involuntary　prophet；it　passed；
  and　left　his　countenance　elevated　by　an　expression　of　resignation
  and　calm。　　〃Madame；〃　said　he；　after　a　long　pause；　〃during　the
  siege　of　Jerusalem；　we　are　told　by　its　historian　that　a　man；　for
  seven　successive　days；　went　round　the　ramparts；　exclaiming；　'Woe
  to　thee；　Jerusalem；woe　to　myself！'〃
  〃Well；　Cazotte；　well？〃
  〃And　on　the　seventh　day；　while　he　thus　spoke；　a　stone　from　the
  machines　of　the　Romans　dashed　him　into　atoms！〃
  With　these　words；　Cazotte　rose；　and　the　guests；　awed　in　spite　of
  themselves；　shortly　afterwards　broke　up　and　retired。
  CHAPTER　1。VII。
  Qui　donc　t'a　donne　la　mission　s'annoncer　au　peuple　que　la
  divinite　n'existe　pas？　　Quel　avantage　trouves…tu　a　persuader　a
  l'homme　qu'une　force　aveugle　preside　a　ses　destinees　et　frappe　au
  hasard　le　crime　et　la　vertu？Robespierre；　〃Discours；〃　Mai　7；
  1794。
  （Who　then　invested　you　with　the　mission　to　announce　to　the　people
  that　there　is　no　God？　　What　advantage　find　you　in　persuading　man
  that　nothing　but　blind　force　presides　over　his　destinies；　and
  strikes　haphazard　both　crime　and　virtue？）
  It　was　some　time　before　midnight　when　the　stranger　returned　home。
  His　apartments　were　situated　in　one　of　those　vast　abodes　which
  may　be　called　an　epitome　of　Paris　itself；the　cellars　rented　by
  mechanics；　scarcely　removed　a　step　from　paupers；　often　by
  outcasts　and　fugitives　from　the　law；　often　by　some　daring　writer；
  who；　after　scattering　amongst　the　people　doctrines　the　most
  subversive　of　order；　or　the　most　libellous　on　the　characters　of
  priest；　minister；　and　king；　retired　amongst　the　rats；　to　escape
  the　persecution　that　attends　the　virtuous；　the　ground…floor
  occupied　by　shops；　the　entresol　by　artists；　the　principal　stories
  by　nobles；　and　the　garrets　by　journeymen　or　grisettes。
  As　the　stranger　passed　up　the　stairs；　a　young　man　of　a　form　and
  countenance　singularly　unprepossessing　emerged　from　a　door　in　the
  entresol；　and　brushed　beside　him。　　His　glance　was　furtive；
  sinister；　savage；　and　yet　timorous；　the　man's　face　was　of　an
  ashen　paleness；　and　the　features　worked　convulsively。　　The
  stranger　paused；　and　observed　him　with　thoughtful　looks；　as　he
  hurried　down　the　stairs。　　While　he　thus　stood；　he　heard　a　groan
  from　the　room　which　the　young　man　had　just　quitted；　the　latter
  had　pulled　to　the　door　with　hasty　vehemence；　but　some　fragment；
  probably　of　fuel；　had　prevented　its　closing；　and　it　now　stood
  slightly　ajar；　the　stranger　pushed　it　open　and　entered。　　He
  passed　a　small　anteroom；　meanly　furnished；　and　stood　in　a
  bedchamber　of　meagre　and　sordid　discomfort。　　Stretched　on　the
  bed；　and　writhing　in　pain；　lay　an　old　man；　a　single　candle　lit
  the　room；　and　threw　its　feeble　ray　over　the　furrowed　and
  death…like　face　of　the　sick　person。　　No　attendant　was　by；　he
  seemed　left　alone；　to　breathe　his　last。　　〃Water；〃　he　moaned
  feebly；〃water：I　parch；I　burn！〃　　The　intruder　approached　the
  bed；　bent　over　him；　and　took　his　hand。　　〃Oh；　bles