On the 8th of May the vote of the plébiscite was recorded,-between seven and eight millions of Frenchmen in support of the imperial programme-in plain words, of the Emperor himself against a minority of 1,500,000. But among the 1,500,000 were the old throneshakers those who compose and those who lead the mob of Paris. On the 14th, as Rameau was about to quit the editorial bureau of his printing-office, a note was brought in to him which strongly excited his nervous system. It contained a request to see him forthwith, signed by those two distinguished foreign members of the Secret Council of Ten, Thaddeus Loubinsky and Leonardo Raselli.

ing, noiseless, cat-like step,-both looking wondrous threadbare, and in that state called "shabby genteel," which belongs to the man who cannot work for his livelihood, and assumes a superiority over the man who can. Their outward appearance was in notable discord with that of the poet-politician-he all new in the last fashions of Parisian elegance, and redolent of Parisian prosperity and extrait de Mousseline!

"Confrère," said the Pole, seating himself on the edge of the table, while the Italian leaned against the mantelpiece, and glanced round the room with furtive eye, as if to detect its innermost secrets, or decide where safest to drop a lucifer-match for its conflagration,-" confrère," said the Pole, "your country needs you

'Rather, the cause of all countries," interposed the Italian, softly, "Humanity."

"Please to explain yourselves; but stay, wait a moment," said

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