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seven or eight hundred years ago as a feudal fortress. The great massive stone walls still stand and are as perfect as when built. At one corner of this fortress stands the great Tour de Constance. It is round and is sixty feet in diameter, and ninety-two feet high. The wall of this tower is eighteen feet thick. The interior has two apartments, one being above the other. They are dimly lighted by long and very narrow openings in the wall. The lower apartment is the dungeon. Here the wives and the daughters of the Hugenot preachers and merchants and other men of prominence were imprisoned for life. The records show that Marie Durand was placed in this dungeon in 1730, when fifteen years old, and kept there until 1768, a period of 37 years. The crime for which she was thus cruelly treated was that she accompanied her parents to a religious service that the government had forbidden. The names of many of these noble women were engraved on the interior of these stone walls which held them from their friends and the privileges of life, so many weary years. One who visited this dungeon near the close of the Huguenot persecutions has left the statement of what he saw:

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'Words fail me to describe the horror with which we reviewed a scene to which we were so unaccustomed, a frightful and affecting picture in which the interest was heightened to disgust, we beheld a large circular apartment, deprived of air and light, in which fourteen females still languished in misery. It was with difficulty that the prince smothered his emotion; and doubtless it was the first time these unfortunate creatures had there witnessed compassion depicted upon a human countenance. I still seem to behold the affecting apparition. They fell at our feet, bathed in

tears and speechless, until, emboldened by our expressions of sympathy, they recounted to us their sufferings.'

"Eight leagues distant from Brussels, there are relics of the Middle Ages there which are attainable for everybody, at the Abbey of Villers,-in the middle of the field which was formerly the court-yard of the cloister, and on the banks of the Phil, four stone dungeons, half undergroud, half under the water. Each of these dungeons has the remains of an iron door, a vault and a grated opening which on the outside is two feet above the level of the river, and on the inside, six feet above the level of the ground. Four feet of the river flow past along the outside wall. The ground was always soaked. The occupant of this place had this wet soil for his bed. In one of the dungeons there, there is a fragment of an iron necklet riveted to the wall; in another is seen a square box made of four slabs of granite, too short for a person to lie down in, too low for him to stand up in. A human being was put inside, with a coverlid of stone on top.

"Under Louis XIV., the king desired to create a fleet,— let us consider the means. The galleys were to the marine what the steamers are today. Therefore, galleys were necessary; but the galley was moved only by the galley-slave, hence galley-slaves were required.

"Colbert had the commissioners of provinces and the parliament make as many convicts as possible. The magistracy showed a great deal of complaisance in the matter. A man kept his hat on in the presence of a procession-it was a Huguenot attitude; he was sent to the galleys. A child was encountered in the streets, provided he was fifteen years of

age and did not know where he was to sleep, he was sent to the galleys. There were many children who knew not fathers or mothers, this abandonment of children was not discouraged by the ancient monarchy-The hatred of instruction for the people was a dogma. The monarchy sometimes was in need of children, and in that case the police skimmed the streets. Under Louis XV. children disappeared in Paris, the police carried them off, for what mysterious purpose no one knew.”

Great Age, grand reign under the mistress of Civilization. Thus Monsieur Cammille surveyed the whole realm of the monarchy. It appeared to him, a wilderness of misery, of tyranny and of ruin.

All that he had formerly believed in now vanished like dark clouds at the appearance of the morning sun. He had an air of charming sincerity, with something indescribably thoughtful and sympathetic over his whole countenance. He loved to contemplate the spectacles which God furnishes gratis; he gazed at the sky, space, at stars, flowers, children, suffering humanity, the creation amid which he beams. He gazed so much on humanity that he perceived its soul, he gazed on creation to the extent that he beheld God. An admirable sentiment broke forth in him, pity and compassion for all. He suspected that he had solved the problem of life, found the true philosophy of existence, the true religion, he had.

To denounce the whole monarchial idea, to say that the church by which the monarchy was established, by which it alone could stand was not the church of the Bible:-What would it mean to him?

The instinct of self preservation took possession of him, and he reasoned with himself-Let us see, let us see,-it may be I am taking things too seriously, why trouble one's self about the established order of things? Such is the destiny of humanity; let everyone accept his natural destiny. The men of the revolution are chimerical, extreme, they are mad. To demolish is not well; to resist the government is anarchistic, but to reform the church will make all things right; that is it, I have the solution of the whole matter.

He shook off thought.

All these revolutions had taken place in him without his family or friends obtaining an inkling of the case, not a ripple had troubled the calm manner of his conduct. To Madame Cammille no change had appeared. Monsieur Cammille loved his wife, but she was a royalist and a devout Catholic. She always grew furious at mention of the words, the Republic, Revolution, liberty, equality, etc. But she adored her husband. The Cammilles had one child, a daughter, her name was Evadne, she was a joy.

Madame Cammille gave a grand reception at their stately mansion. The rooms were beautiful to look at, adorned with every device of decoration that the taste and skill of the time could achieve. Aristocrats only were in attendance. There were officers, destitute of military knowledge, officers, naval, without an idea of a ship, civil officers without a notion of civil affairs, a great number of ecclesiastics, though for the most part, as much courtiers as churchmen, all lying horribly and totally unfit for their several callings.

But the joy of it all was that all the company at the beautiful palace were perfectly dressed; such powdering and

frizzing and sticking up of hair; such delicate complexions, artificially preserved and mended; the rustle of silk and brocade and gold lace coats, pumps and silk stockings; such gallant swords to look at, and such delicate honor to the sense of smell would keep things going forever.

Charming grandmamas of sixty, dressed and supped as at twenty. Exquisite gentlemen of the finest breeding moved languidly.

Monsieur Cammille was gay and affable, he was courtly in manner and address; all the graces and courtesies which make life so admirable were perfectly easy and natural to him. His figure was heroic, his brow lofty. He was admired and loved by all.

But Monsieur Cammille felt no joy. The occasion became a positive bore to him. Yielding to that mysterious power which said, "Think," he separated himself from the company, went to his innermost apartment, shut the door, locked it, dropped himself into a chair and meditated in the dark. He was gloomy; his ideas were confused; the reasoning which arose from the natural ambition to enjoy, to be engaged in the brief things of matter totally eclipsed all the evidence which had convinced his mind, that vast dawn of ideas which had burst the tomb of tyrannical dogmatism, had enlarged his mental horizon, had illuminated his whole being, filling him with a splendid enthusiasm, which had led him to the brink of a precipice; that brilliant light had disappeared. Monsieur Cammille was in darkness, but he had been a careful student and kept a neat record of facts and events, he had noted down in a book the principles which had illuminated his mind.

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