posted；　by　which　Murat；　the　governor　of　Paris；　announced　to　the　city
  that　fifty　assassins　were　within　the　walls；　intent　on　taking　the
  life　of　the　First　Consul。
  The　condemned　surgeon；　Querolle；　had；　meantime；　made　his　confession；
  and　named　the　heads　of　the　conspiracy　and　their　accomplices；　and；
  only　after　all　the　persons　mentioned　by　him　were　arrested；　were　the
  gates　of　the　city　opened。
  A　great　trial　then　commenced　of　the　men　who　had　been　sent　by　the
  Bourbons　for　this　nefarious　purpose。　Among　the　accused　were　General
  Pichegru；　the　abettor　of　Georges；　and　General　Moreau；　the　most
  prominent　of　all。
  The　history　of　this　trial　was　enveloped　in　obscurity；　and　it　was
  faintly　whispered　that　Pichegru　had　taken　his　own　life　in　prison；
  and　more　faintly　yet　was　it　rumored　that　he　was　secretly　dispatched
  in　prison。　And　then；　on　one　of　these　days；　there　were　to　be　seen
  through　all　Paris　only　pale；　sad　faces；　and　a　murmur　of　horror　ran
  through　all　the　streets　and　all　the　houses。
  The　story　was　current　that　the　Duke　d'Enghien；　the　grandson　of　the
  Prince　de　Conde；　had　been　arrested　by　French　soldiers　at　Baden；
  beyond　the　frontier；　and　had　been　brought　to　Vincennes；　that　he　was
  accused　there　that　same　night　of　being　an　accomplice　in　a　plot　to
  take　the　life　of　the　First　Consul；　and　to　disturb　the　peace　of　the
  republic；　that　he　was　quickly　condemned　by　a　court…martial；　and　shot
  before　morning　within　the　fortress　of　Vincennes。
  The　report　was　only　too　true。　Bonaparte　had　kept　his　word；　he　had
  sacrificed　a　royal　victim　to　the　threatened　cause　of　the　republic；
  he　would；　by　one　deed　of　horror；　fill　the　conspirators　with　fear；
  and　cause　them　to　abandon　their　bloody　plans。
  The　means　employed　were　cruel；　but　the　end　was　reached　which
  Bonaparte　hoped　to　attain；　and　thenceforth　there　were　no　more
  conspiracies　against　the　life　of　the　First　Consul；　who；　on　the　18th
  of　May；　that　same　year；　declared　himself　emperor。
  A　few　days　after　this；　the　public　trial　of　the　accused　began；　which
  Fouche　attended　as　the　reinstalled　minister　of　police；　and　over
  which　Regnier　presided　in　his　new　capacity　of　chief　judge。
  Seventeen　of　those　indicted　were　condemned　to　death；　others　to　years
  of　imprisonment；　and　among　these　was　General　Moreau。　But　the　popular
  voice　declared　itself　so　loudly　and　energetically　for　the　brave
  general　of　the　republic；　that　it　was　considered　expedient　to　heed
  it。　Moreau　was　released　from　prison；　and　went　to　the　Spanish
  frontier；　whence　he　sailed　to　North　America。
  On　the　25th　of　June；　twelve　of　the　conspirators；　Georges　at　their
  head；　were　executed；　the　other　five；　who　had　been　condemned　to
  death；　had　their　sentence　commuted　to　banishment。
  The　gentle；　kind…hearted　Josephine　viewed　all　these　things　with
  sadness；　for　her　power　over　the　heart　of　her　husband　was　waning；　and
  the　sun　of　her　glory　had　set。　Her　prayers　and　tears　had　no　longer　a
  prevailing　influence　over　Bonaparte；　and　she　had　not　been　able　to
  avert　the　death　of　the　Duke　d'Enghien。
  〃I　have　tried　all　means；〃　she　said；　with　tears；　to　Bourrienne；　the
  chief　secretary　of　the　emperor；　〃I　wanted　at　any　cost　to　turn　him
  aside　from　his　dreadful　intention。　He　had　not　apprised　me　of　it；　but
  you　know　in　what　way　I　learned　it。　At　my　request　he　confessed　to　me
  his　purpose；　but　he　was　steeled　against　my　prayers。　I　clang　to　him；
  I　fell　on　my　knees　before　him。　'Do　not　meddle　with　what　is　none　of
  your　business！'　he　cried；　angrily；　as　he　pushed　me　away　from　him。
  'These　are　not　women's　affairsleave　me　in　peace。'　And　so　I　had　to
  let　the　worst　come；　and　could　do　nothing　to　hinder　it。　But
  afterward；　when　all　was　over；　Bonaparte　was　deeply　affected；　and　for
  several　days　he　remained　sad　and　silent；　and　scolded　me　no　more　when
  he　found　me　in　tears。〃　＇Footnote：　Bourrienne；　〃Memoires　du　Consulat
  et　de　l'Empire。〃＇
  The　days　passed　by；　the　days　of　splendor；　and　then　followed　for
  Josephine　the　days　of　misery　and　grief。　Repelled　by　Napoleon；　she
  mourned　four　years　over　her　spurned　love　and　her　ruined　fortunes；
  but　then；　when　Napoleon's　star　went　down；　when　he　was　robbed　of　his
  imperial　crown　and　compelled　to　leave　France；　Josephine's　heart
  broke；　and　she　hid　herself　in　her　grave；　in　order　not　to　witness
  Napoleon's　humiliation。
  And　thus　the　empire　was　abolished；　and　the　Count　de　Lille　called
  back　by　foreign　potentates；　and　not　by　the　French　nation；　in　order；
  as　Louis　XVIII。；　to　reerect　the　throne　of　the　Lilies。
  And　where；　all　this　time；　was　the　son　of　Queen　Marie　Antoinette？
  Where　was　Louis　XVII。？
  He　had　kept　his　word　which　he　gave　to　Josephine。　He　had　gone　to　the
  primeval　forests　and　to　the　savages；　and　they　had　given　him　a　crown
  of　feathers　and　made　him　their　king。＇Footnote：　〃Memoires　du　Due　de
  Normandie；〃　pp。　89…102。＇　For　years　he　lived　among　them；　honored　as
  their　king；　loved　as　their　hero。　Then　a　longing　for　his　country
  seized　him；　and　going　to　Brazil　in　the　service　of　his　people；　he
  made　use　of　the　opportunity　to　enter　into　a　contract　with　Don　Juan；
  and　not　return　to　his　copper…colored　tribe。　The　precious　treasure
  which　he　possessed；　his　papers；　he　had　been　able　to　preserve　during
  all　the　journeys　and　amid　all　the　perils　of　his　life；　and　these
  papers　procured　him　a　hospitable　and　honorable　reception　with　Don
  Juan。　From　him　the　king　without　name　or　inheritance　learned　the
  changes　that　had　meanwhile　taken　place　in　France；　and；　at　the　first
  opportunity　which　offered；　he　returned　to　Europe；　arriving　at　Paris
  in　the　middle　of　the　year　1816。
  The　Prince　de　Conde；　now　the　Duke　de　Bourbon；　received　the　wanderer
  with　tenderness；　but　with　deep　regret；　for　now　it　was　too　late；　and
  his　hope　for　a　restoration　of　the　returning　prince　could　rest　on　no
  basis。　The　Count　de　Provence　was　now　King　Louis　XVIII。；　and　never
  would　he　descend　from　his　throne　to　give　back　to　the　son　of　Marie
  Antoinette　that　crown　which　he　wore　with　so　much　satisfaction　and
  pride。
  Much　more　simple　and　easy　was　it　to　treat　the　pretender　as　a　lunatic
  or　as　an　adventurer；　and　to　set　his　claims　aside　forever。　Useless
  were　all　the　letters　which　the　Baron　de　Richemont；　the　name　that
  Louis　still　bore；　addressed　to　his　uncle　the　king；　to　his　sister　the
  Duchess　de　Angouleme；　imploring　them　for　an　interview。　No　answer　was
  received。　No　audience　was　granted　to　this　adventurer；　whose　claims
  could　not　be　recognized　without　dethroning　Louis　XVIII。；　and
  destroying　the　prospects　of　the　crown　for　the　duchess's　son；　the
  Duke　de　Berri。　Louis　XVII。　had　died　and　he　could　not　return　to　the
  living。　He　saw　it；　he　knew　it；　and　a　deep　sorrow　took　possession　of
  him。　But　he　rose　above　ithe　would　not　die；　he　would　live；　a　terror
  and　an　avenger　to　his　cruel　relatives。
  But　it　was　a　restless　life　that　the　son　of　the　queen　must　lead；　in
  order　to　protect　himself　from　the　daggers　of　his　powerful　enemies。
  The　Prince　de　Conde　conjured　him　to　secure　himself　against　the
  attacks　which　were　made　more　than　once　upon　the　Baron　de　Richemont；
  and　Louis　gave　heed　to　his　requests　and　tears。　He　travelled　abroad；
  but　after　returning　in　two　years　from　a　journey　in　Asia　and　Africa；
  on　landing　on　the　Italian　coast；　he　was　arrested　in　1818；　at　the
  instigation　of　the　Austrian　ambassador　at　Mantua；　and　confined　in
  the　prison　of　Milan。
  Seven　years　the　unhappy　prince　spent　in　the　Austrian　prison；　without
  once　being　summoned　before　a　judgeseven　years　of　solitude；　of
  darkness；　and　of　want。　But　the　son　of　Marie　Antoinette　had　learned
  in　his　youth　to　bear　these　things；　and　his　prison…life　in　Milan　was
  not　so　cruel　as　that　in　the　Temple　under　Simon。　Here　there　were　at
  least　sympathizing　souls　who　pitied　him；　even　the　turnkeys　of　the
  prison　were　courteous　and　kind　when　they　entered　the　cell　of　the
  〃King　of　France；〃　and　one　day；　beyond　the　wall　of　his　apartment；　was
  heard　a　voice　singing；　in　gentle；　melodious　tones；　a　romanza　which
  Louis　had　composed；　and　written　on　the　wall　when　he　occupied　the
  neighboring　cell。
  This　voice；　which　sounded　like　a　greeting　from　the　world；　was　that
  of　Silvio　Pellico。　The　celebrated　author　of　〃Le　Mie　Prigioni；〃
  relates　in　touching　words　this　salutation　of　his　neighbor：
  〃My　bed　was　carried；〃　he　said；　〃into　the　new　cell　that　was　prepared
  for　me；　and　as　soon　as　the　inspectors　had　left　me　alone；　my　first
  care　was　to　examine　the　walls。　There　were　to　be　seen　there　some
  words；　recollections　of　the　past；　written　with　chalk；　with　pencil；
  or　with　a　sharp　tool。　I　found　there　also　two　pretty　French　lines；
  which　I　am　sorry　I　did　not　copy。　I　began　to　sing　them　to　my　melody
  of　'The　Poor　Mugdalen；'　when　a　voice　near　me　responded　with　another
  air。　When　the　singer　ended；　I　called　out；　'Bravo！'　He　replied　with　a
  polite　salutation；　and　asked　me　if　I　was　French。
  〃'No；　I　am　Italian；　and　am　called　Silvio　Pellico。'
  〃'The　author　of　Francesca　da　Rimini？'
  〃'Yes；　the　same。'
  〃And　now　there　followed　a　courtly　compliment；　with　the　usual　regrets
  for　my　imprisonment。　He　asked　in　what　part　of　Italy　I　was　born；　and
  when　I　told　him　in　Saluzzo；　in　Piedmont；　he　awarded　the　Piedmontese
  some　words　of　high　praise；　and　spoko　particularly　of　Bodoni　（a
  celebrated　printer；　director　of　the　national　printing　establishment
  at　Parma）。　His　compliments　were　brief　and　disc