There arose in the square below a confused and threatening howl. The enormous multitude endeavoured to separate. At this moment a stream of people was seen pressing forward from the bridge,-people who had not been previously observed in the square. These were men in blouses, many of them in rags, with the wildest and most savage countenances; they were armed with hatchets and crowbars. These men in blouses rushed in among the mob, making the most fearful noises, more resembling the howling of wild beasts than any thing human. When this raging mass of men, who had been roused by every imaginable means into a state bordering on madness, reached the scene of action, individuals were seen, in different parts of the vast area, exclaiming, at the top of their voice,

To arms! Defend yourselves! They are murdering us! Treason!'

These cries caused immense sensation. There was a violent struggle to gain the streets running into the square; many people fell, and were trampled beneath the feet of those rushing into the side streets the howl and fearful cries still continued.

The dragoons now made their appearance; their orders were to clear the place, if possible, without using their weapons. At first no one in the palace could tell what had effected this sudden change, it was only the better informed who knew it ; the king was well aware of the object in view, and from what quarter the shots had come. While leaning on the balustrade of the balcony his quick ear had detected words that betrayed the murderous intention, and which proceeded from the small knot of men he had before observed somewhat separated from the rest, and who had approached the palace from the direction of the bridge. He did not quail before the danger that seemed imminent ;-those around him were pale as death.

'These men were strangers, they were none of my people,' said the king to those immediately near him. 'I know it-I saw it.'

No one answered. In the next room there was a confused murmur. The queen had fainted; people rushed to her assistance. Officers and ministers pressed into every corridor and passage of the palace. There was an appearance of business and haste; the countenances of all present wore an expression of frensied terror, or of cold and determined anger. A small group of five or six officers were examining some of the pillars of the palace which had been struck by musket-balls.

These fearful men in blouses were the levies raised by the littérateur

Weld, whose work now began. When some true patriots announced to Weld the gracious words that Frederick William IV. had addressed to the mob-the promise of a constitution and the like--the conspirator coldly told them that a constitution was an idle dream,-that he wanted no longer to be a slave. He asked them if they remembered the fearful words, Il est trop tard! He was interrupted by the rattling sound of musketry and the boom of artillery. The fight had begun in right earnest in thirty different quarters of the town. To return, however, to the king's palace.

A courtier, who was pacing up and down the now empty rooms in a state of painful suspense, approached the door of the king's closet, which was shut. Placing his ear to the lock, he heard the following conversation :

'Sire, we must not waver—we must not give way. This rebellion must be nipped in the bud. Such words as have been addressed to your majesty cannot be allowed to pass unpunished.'

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Nay,' was the reply, such words were never yet heard in Prussia.' There was now a long pause, during which the thunder of the artillery was heard. A voice then said,

'I would have the troops fight to the last drop of their blood: the town must be ours.'

It is only a momentary infatuation, which will soon pass away: the people will recover their senses.'

There was some delay in the answer to these words. At length a voice, expressive of unwilling conviction, said,

'How can there be any possible doubt ? Every thing has been done according to a settled plan. Shall we shew any mercy to a pack of ruffianly cut-throats?'

A gentle and trembling voice muttered something that the listening courtier could not catch, but which drew from the king a wild cry of deep emotion.

Many ordinances were now issued; generals belonging to the different divisions were announced; deputations came hurriedly to speak to the king. The doors of the king's cabinet, however, still remained shut.

The hall was again empty, and the listener resumed his post at the door.

The same gentle and trembling voice had again spoken, and had wrung from the king a new expression of deep and bitter anger.

From the depth of the room was heard a voice, exclaiming,

Every thing is lost!'

'As yet nothing is lost,' replied some

one with a wild energy, that alarmed the courtier.

He

The light step of Alexander von Humboldt was now heard approaching the door of the king's cabinet. The greyheaded courtier walked somewhat benthis eye wandered here and there. held in his hand a paper, which he hid on seeing the door open and the king come out of his cabinet. The king did not observe the old and learned courtier, who did not dare address his royal friend at a moment when he saw his face clouded. Humboldt stepped into a recess in a window, and the king, without seeing him, passed and repassed the place repeatedly.

The king bent his steps towards the great entrance. He heard the sound of voices in the anteroom; but he turned again from the door without opening it.

The princess appeared on the threshold of the door of the cabinet. Her tall and slender figure was seen in the doorway, and attracted the king's gaze. He stood still, and was about to address a few words to her, when the sight of a person behind her suddenly made the king turn hastily aside, and he again hurriedly paced up and down the hall.

At this moment the anterooms were so over-crowded, that it was impossible any longer to keep back the mass of people wishing to see or speak to the king. He ordered the doors to be opened, and a stream of men of all ages and conditions flowed into the room. Among them were some boys and women of the lowest class, who threw themselves at his feet, or clung round his legs. There were likewise some men, who sought their beloved monarch's countenance with eyes streaming with tears. The king looked round him with a cold and wandering gaze. He interrupted a deputation in the midst of its harangue, on perceiving the well-known person of the governor of Berlin, whom he beckoned towards him. The king took him towards the recess where stood the aged Humboldt; and while a wild murmur arose in the hall, a compact column of officers formed round the spot where the king stood. The princess left the king's cabinet, and, accompanied by some of her women, addressed the deputation herself -the princess constantly kept the king in view.

In the middle of the throng pressing into the hall appeared a fresh deputation, composed of the Berlin clergy, which attempted to come up to the spot where the king stood. Among them he recognised a worthy old ecclesiastic, and breaking through the row of officers the king approached the deputation. At this moment two other deputations forced themselves upon the king. The officers en

The king answered, 'I am not aware of having given any one of my subjects just cause for this seditious behaviour. My conscience acquits me. I will have obedience. I am the king!'

The venerable ecclesiastic wrung his hands in grief.

From the midst of a deputation that now entered a young man sprang forward, and exclaimed, with a voice almost choked by passionate emotion,

'Sire, the burghers will defend themselves to the last drop of their blood. They will not be the parties to give way. By heavens not they! They will be victorious. Bethink yourself, sire, what will then be your fate-the fate of your city?'

A wild shout of anger proceeding from those standing immediately near the king prevented the young man from continuing his speech. Again groups of people threw themselves, some at the feet of the king, others before the prince and the princess. Many of those who acted thus

were women.

At this moment Humboldt stepped forth from the recess, and this time he again had the paper in his hand. The king looked toward the spot where Humboldt stood, held the paper for a moment in his hand, and, without reading it, handed it to an adjutant near him, who filed it with some other papers which he carried under his arm.

Humboldt cast one anxious glance at his lost paper, then another at his royal protector, and left the hall as lightly as he had entered it. Passing by the door of the king's cabinet, he whispered to a huge broad-shouldered man, who appeared to be waiting for him,—

It is in vain! He listens only to those who have obtained his ear.'

The king again entered his cabinet. The governor was about to follow him. An adjutant stepped up and whispered in his ear,

'His majesty has appointed a successor to your post.'

Where is the order?' said the astonished governor, stepping back a pace or two.

'Here,' said a minister, shewing him a paper on which the king had written his name, and the ink was scarce dry.

The general turned and quitted the

room.

Stop a moment, stop a moment,' exclaimed some one who hurried after him. 'We have lost our ground for the moment; but we must hope in a short time to be again at the helm. Look at your successor! he is on the point of entering the king's cabinet.'

A man with a bold, confident air, on whose brow was indelibly written the habit of command, passed at this moment. The princess stepped on one side as the general passed by and bowed to the prince, who seized and pressed his hand. The order now was given from all quarters to continue the contest with the utmost vigour. The thunder of the heavy artillery was heard booming in the immediate neighbourhood of the palace. The women quitted the hall with wild expressions of horror and anger: the men followed their example, and the hall speedily became empty.

It was now one o'clock in the morning.... At this moment the queen hurried through the hall on her way to her own rooms. The equerry followed and ordered her travelling carriage to be got ready. A voice was heard calling after her, but she continued her flight without stopping.

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The ordinances came and were ceived by the generals, who were accompanied by two of the ministers.

While this was going on in the hall, a short but violent altercation took place in the king's cabinet.

'I can no longer bear this horrible firing,' exclaimed the king, almost beside himself with passion and fatigue. It shall cease.'

Pale with anxiety, and scarce having the power to master his feelings, the general was yet able to preserve a cool, collected military deportment. 'Sire,' said he, think of the consequences if we give the order to the troops to retire ! The order is soon given-I will answer for it, sire, that your brave soldiers, embittered as they are by the brutal obstinacy of the seditious rabble, will, nevertheless, put up their weapons, and quit the field in which as yet they have been victors. But whom shall we trust when they are gone?'

The king answered, I will have peace.'

A man now approached the minister and whispered to him, Shall I do it?' 'We cannot yet venture.

Did you

not hear what was said?' was the reply he received.

'Perfectly; but they will require a written order.'

'Oh! as if there was any time for written orders. At the barricades peo

ple hear ill, and see worse. Make haste : bid fifty fellows hasten in all directions.'

Sire, I wait your orders,' said the general. But the king retired into his cabinet without giving any.

The general shrugged his shoulders, and exchanged glances with the prince. The general examined with a searching and severe look the minister and the group that surrounded him.

There was a profound silence in the hall, and a sort of oppression was felt by all the opening or shutting of a window, or any accidental noise, painfully excited the nerves of all present.

The queen's women, and those of the princess, had again entered the hall. The whole of the royal family, excepting the prince and the princess of Prussia, who were still in the king's cabinet, were now assembled there; and a few questions were asked of this general, or that minister, by some of the most anxious spectators.

Suddenly there was very great excitement. This was caused by the arrival of some men, who announced that the military had ceased fighting.

'Treason!' exclaimed some, while others answered, Nay, not so; they received orders to leave Berlin. The mutineers required it, as they would not otherwise quit the barricades.'

The mutineers?' said some one : 'you mean the burghers.'

Traitors! villains!' exclaimed some one with a voice of thunder, close by the king's cabinet. We are all lost, since we have resigned ourselves basely into their hands.'

The governor of Berlin quitted the hall, followed by his adjutants and officers. They were pale as death; and one young officer of the Guards exclaimed,—

It is impossible ! The king can never have given such an order.'

The troops are ordered to quit the palace, which they do with bitter feelings of regret; and the rabble pours into every court with a wild shriek of triumph. The chief object of their search was the Prince of Prussia, whom the low populace hated. The prince, however, had already escaped from Berlin; and for two whole days, from Saturday morning until Tuesday, the town was a prey to the most complete anarchy. This confusion was not allayed by a manifesto which the king unadvisedly published to his dear Berliners.' The moment certainly was not propitious for bandying about terms of affection; and the

Berliners found ample materials for the exercise of their wit.

The morning of the 19th March found the monarch of Prussia dragged several steps down from his high pedestal. The soldiers had been sent out of Berlin, and their arms were delivered up into the hands of the burghers. Weld, a journalist-in Sternberg's novel the prime mover in the insurrection-says with a

sneer:

'The burghers! Oh, we shall soon have done their business. Say rather, the weapons are in our hands, and we shall know how to make use of them. The devil! this night's work brings us by a salto mortale much nearer the heaven of our boldest aspirations. ... And the students, I hear great things of them : some of them, too, are superb writers: Mirabeaus in their way-exactly what we want. Every thing must now be set in motion to prevent men from coming to their senses . . . . The French also, we must give them their due, they have good ideas. Confess now, would any one of us have invented the two chance shots?' These decided the matter. The king appears-concedes every thing demanded by these ridiculous, mealymouthed patriots, who see no further than their nose. The affair was over, the State saved, and secured for some time to come, and we might have gone home empty-handed. The barricades would have been constructed in vain ; the revolution was quietly shelved. The town was full of rejoicing; the king more beloved than ever! when, suddenly, 'the

two chance shots,' the cry 'The soldiers are butchering us! murdering defenceless burghers!-Treason!' With this shout our fellows rush through the streets and rouse even the mealy-mouthed patriots to a state of desperation You see, these two chance shots' we owe to our foreign friends. It was an accident that had already answered its purpose in Paris.'

What followed is matter of history. On the 19th March the bodies of the slain were placed in some carts, and carried in triumph to the palace the ghastly wounds purposely exposed to view the king himself being forced to be present at the loathsome spectacle. The second grand mistake committed by the king on the same unlucky day was his ride through Berlin with the German national colours fixed to his button-hole, when, absurdly enough, a monarch whose crown was actually tottering on his head was hailed as Emperor of Germany! An emperor, at whose side rode a liberated convict, and people from the dregs of society! The bitterness of that day will long be remembered in Berlin.

Such is the picture-true or not we will not pretend to decide-presented to us by Baron Sternberg, of the species of terrorism exercised over the entire population of Berlin by a few Radical journalists, students, and foreign propagandists.

LOSER draw the curtain's fold,
For the night is bitter cold;
Earth and sky alike are dreary,
And my heart and eyes are weary
Of the mist that clung all day
(Like a veil of saddest grey,
Heavy and funereal,)

O'er the ash-trees, bare and tall,
O'er the dark green firs, that stand
Like grim mourners, hand in hand,
Round about an open tomb,
Saddened with a changeless gloom.
I am weary of the sight

Of those larch-boughs long and light,
Waving, waving to and fro,
With a motion sadly slow,
While the wind sighs out amain,
Like a human soul in pain.

As upon some sandy shore
When the tempest's rage is o'er,
And the breeze's trumpet-tone
Sinketh to a whispered moan,
Some pale form may lie outspread,
Lone, and ocean-stained, and dead,-
Some young girl, whose flowing hair
Strewn in mournful beauty there,
(When the waters come and go
With a tranquil ebb and flow),
Rises on each wavelet's crest,
Drops when sinks the wave to rest,
Even so those branches bare,
Float
upon the moaning air.

We will turn from thoughts like this To a fairy realm of bliss

We? Alas! I am alone!

The general turned and quitted the

room.

'Stop a moment, stop a moment,' exclaimed some one who hurried after him. 'We have lost our ground for the moment; but we must hope in a short time to be again at the helm. Look at your successor! he is on the point of entering the king's cabinet.'

A man with a bold, confident air, on whose brow was indelibly written the habit of command, passed at this moment. The princess stepped on one side as the general passed by and bowed to the prince, who seized and pressed his hand. The order now was given from all quarters to continue the contest with the utmost vigour. The thunder of the heavy artillery was heard booming in the immediate neighbourhood of the palace. The women quitted the hall with wild expressions of horror and anger: the men followed their example, and the hall speedily became empty.

It was now one o'clock in the morning.... At this moment the queen hurried through the hall on her way to her own rooms. The equerry followed and ordered her travelling carriage to be got ready. A voice was heard calling after her, but she continued her flight without stopping.

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The ordinances came and were ceived by the generals, who were accompanied by two of the ministers.

While this was going on in the hall, a short but violent altercation took place in the king's cabinet.

'I can no longer bear this horrible firing,' exclaimed the king, almost beside himself with passion and fatigue. 'It shall cease.'

Pale with anxiety, and scarce having the power to master his feelings, the general was yet able to preserve a cool, collected military deportment. Sire,' said he, think of the consequences if we give the order to the troops to retire ! The order is soon given-I will answer for it, sire, that your brave soldiers, embittered as they are by the brutal obstinacy of the seditious rabble, will, nevertheless, put up their weapons, and quit the field in which as yet they have been victors. But whom shall we trust when they are gone?'

The king answered, I will have peace.'

A man now approached the minister and whispered to him,

Shall I do it?'

Did you

'We cannot yet venture. not hear what was said?' was the reply he received.

'Perfectly; but they will require a written order.'

'Oh! as if there was any time fo written orders. At the barricades pe