verance indicate a power of the very highest order？ We have had for some time past too many men who think only of the ministry instead of the nation； so that we cannot but admire the real statesman as the vastest human Poetry。 Ever to look beyond the present moment； to foresee the ways of Destiny； to care so little for power that he only retains it because he is conscious of his usefulness； while he does not overestimate his strength； ever to lay aside all personal feeling and low ambitions； so that he may always be master of his faculties； and foresee； will； and act without ceasing； to compel himself to be just and impartial； to keep order on a large scale； to silence his heart that he may be guided by his intellect alone； to be neither apprehensive nor sanguine； neither suspicious nor confiding； neither grateful nor ungrateful； never to be unprepared for an event； nor taken unawares by an idea； to live； in fact； with the requirements of the masses ever in his mind； to spread the protecting wings of his thought above them； to sway them by the thunder of his voice and the keenness of his glance； seeing all the while not the details of affairs； but the great issues at stakeis not that to be something more than a mere man？ Therefore the names of the great and noble fathers of nations cannot but be household words for ever。〃
There was silence for a moment； during which the guests looked at one another。
〃Gentlemen； you have not said a word about the army！〃 cried Genestas。 〃A military organization seems to me to be the real type on which all good civil society should be modeled； the Sword is the guardian of a nation。〃
The justice of the peace laughed softly。
〃Captain；〃 he said； 〃an old lawyer once said that empires began with the sword and ended with the desk； we have reached the desk stage by this time。〃
〃And now that we have settled the fate of the world； gentlemen； let us change the subject。 Come； captain； a glass of Hermitage；〃 cried the doctor； laughing。
〃Two； rather than one；〃 said Genestas； holding out his glass。 〃I mean to drink them both to your healthto a man who does honor to the species。〃
〃And who is dear to all of us；〃 said the cure in gentle tones。
〃Do you mean to force me into the sin of pride； M。 Janvier？〃
〃M。 le Cure has only said in a low voice what all the canton says aloud；〃 said Cambon。
〃Gentlemen； I propose that we take a walk to the parsonage by moonlight； and see M。 Janvier home。〃
〃Let us start；〃 said the guests； and they prepared to accompany the cure。
〃Shall we go to the barn？〃 said the doctor； laying a hand on Genestas' arm。 They had taken leave of the cure and the other guests。 〃You will hear them talking about Napoleon； Captain Bluteau。 Goguelat； the postman； is there； and there are several of his cronies who are sure to draw him out on the subject of the idol of the people。 Nicolle； my stableman； has set a ladder so that we can climb up on to the hay； there is a place from which we can look down on the whole scene。 Come along； an up…sitting is something worth seeing； believe me。 It will not be the first time that I have hidden in the hay to overhear a soldier's tales or the stories that peasants tell among themselves。 We must be careful to keep out of sight though； as these folk turn shy and put on company manners as soon as they see a stranger。〃
〃Eh！ my dear sir；〃 said Genestas； 〃have I not often pretended to be asleep so as to hear my troopers talking out on bivouac？ My word； I once heard a droll yarn reeled off by an old quartermaster for some conscripts who were afraid of war； I never laughed so heartily in any theatre in Paris。 He was telling them about the Retreat from Moscow。 He told them that the army had nothing but the clothes they stood up in； that their wine was iced； that the dead stood stock…still in the road just where they were； that they had seen White Russia； and that they currycombed the horses there with their teeth； that those who were fond of skating had fine times of it； and people who had a fancy for savory ices had as much as they could put away； that the women were generally poor company； but that the only thing they could really complain of was the want of hot water for shaving。 In fact； he told them such a pack of absurdities； that even an old quartermaster who had lost his nose with a frost…bite； so that they had dubbed him Nezrestant； was fain to laugh。〃
〃Hush！〃 said Benassis； 〃here we are。 I will go first； follow after me。〃
Both of them scaled the ladder and hid themselves in the hay； in a place from whence they could have a good view of the party below； who had not heard a sound overhead。 Little groups of women were clustered about three or four candles。 Some of them sewed； others were spinning； a good few of them were doing nothing； and sat with their heads strained forward； and their eyes fixed on an old peasant who was telling a story。 The men were standing about for the most part； or lying at full length on the trusses of hay。 Every group was absolutely silent。 Their faces were barely visible by the flickering gleams of the candles by which the women were working； although each candle was surrounded by a glass globe filled with water； in order to concentrate the light。 The thick darkness and shadow that filled the roof and all the upper part of the barn seemed still further to diminish the light that fell here and there upon the workers' heads with such picturesque effects of light and shade。 Here； it shone full upon the bright wondering eyes and brown forehead of a little peasant maiden； and there the straggling beams brought out the outlines of the rugged brows of some of the older men； throwing up their figures in sharp relief against the dark background； and giving a fantastic appearance to their worn and weather…stained garb。 The attentive attitude of all these people and the expression on all their faces showed that they had given themselves up entirely to the pleasure of listening； and that the narrator's sway was absolute。 It was a curious scene。 The immense influence that poetry exerts over every mind was plainly to be seen。 For is not the peasant who demands that the tale of wonder should be simple； and that the impossible should be well…nigh credible； a lover of poetry of the purest kind？
〃She did not like the look of the house at all；〃 the peasant was saying as the two newcomers took their places where they could overhear him； 〃but the poor little hunchback was so tired out with carrying her bundle of hemp to market； that she went in； besides； the night had come； and she could go no further。 She only asked to be allowed to sleep there； and ate nothing but a crust of bread that she took from her wallet。 And inasmuch as the woman who kept house for the brigands knew nothing about what they had planned to do that night； she let the old woman into the house； and sent her upstairs without a light。 Our hunchback throws herself down on a rickety truckle bed； says her prayers； thinks about her hemp； and is dropping off to sleep。 But before she is fairly asleep； she hears a noise； and in walk two men carrying a lantern； and each man had a knife in his hand。 Then fear came upon her； for in those times； look you； they used to make pates of human flesh for the seigneurs； who were very fond of them。 But the old woman plucked up heart again； for she was so thoroughly shriveled and wrinkled that she thought they would think her a poorish sort of diet。 The two men went past the hunchback and walked up to a bed that there was in the great room； and in which they had put the gentleman with the big portmanteau； the one that passed for a negromancer。 The taller man holds up the lantern and takes the gentleman by the feet； and the short one； that had pretended to be drunk； clutches hold of his head and cuts his throat； clean； with one stroke； swish！ Then they leave the head and body lying in its own blood up there； steal the portmanteau； and go downstairs with it。 Here is our woman in a nice fix！ First of all she thinks of slipping out； before any one can suspect it； not knowing that Providence had brought her there to glorify God and to bring down punishment on the murderers。 She was in a great fright； and when one is frightened one thinks of nothing else。 But the woman of the house had asked the two brigands about the hunchback； and that had alarmed them。 So back they came； creeping softly up the wooden staircase。 The poor hunchback curls up in a ball with fright； and she hears them talking about her in whispers。
〃 'Kill her； I tell you。'
〃 'No need to kill her。'
〃 'Kill her！'
〃 'No！'
〃Then they came in。 The woman； who was no fool； shuts her eyes and pretends to be asleep。 She sets to work to sleep like a child； with her hand on her heart； and takes to breathing like a cherub。 The man opens the lantern and shines the light straight into the eyes of the sleeping old womanshe does not move an eyelash； she is in such terror for her neck。
〃 'She is sleeping like a log； you can see that quite well；' so says the tall one。
〃 'Old women are so cunning！' answers the short man。 'I will kill her。 We shall feel easier in our minds。 Besides； we will salt her down to feed the pigs。'
〃The old woman hears all this talk； but she do