taught the people how to cultivate the vine, and make
_chausse_ roads, though the latter were never very satisfactory. But
many cunning arts and manufactures also he introduced from the far east,
of which there is not space now to speak. The greatest benefit,
however, he conferred on his countrymen was in instructing them in the
important art of cookery. Fricassees and ragouts were by his means
brought to great perfection, and, more than all, he instructed them how
to dress frogs and snails, of which art they were before his time
totally ignorant. Who could ever imagine that there was a time when
Frenchmen knew nothing of that important part of the culinary art? Till
Saint Denis, the hero of a hundred fights, aided by the faithful Le
Crapeau, caught the frogs and cooked them, and, moreover, eat them, the
ignorant Frenchmen could not believe that they were intended to be used
as food.

But mark the ingratitude of a people--the fickleness of a crowd. The
great Saint Denis, who had fought so long, and upheld the name of France
in so many strange lands, was accused by a recreant knight of heresy and
of high treason, and of endeavouring to introduce bad and mischievous
customs among the people.

Old as he was, although he had long laid aside his armour, the fire of
his youth burned up within him, and he challenged his malignant accuser
to mortal combat.

The Champion and the false knight met; but the latter, by the arts of a
wicked enchanter, had come so prepared by talismans for the fight, that
all the skill and courage of Saint Denis could not overthrow him.

Again and again the aged Champion charged with all the agility and
courage of a young man, and few would have supposed that he who sat
within that iron mask, and wielded that heavy lance, had seen near
eighty winters pass over his hoary head. Once more he charged--his
lance was shivered, and he was borne helpless to the ground.

Then were the evil designs of his fell enemy victorious. He was
condemned to death. No rescue came, and he was led, yet habited in his
armour, to the block. With a courageous look he lay down his head; but
scarcely had the axe of the cruel executioner fallen upon it, than a
fearful tempest burst forth. The headsman, the recreant knight, and all
who had assisted willingly at the execution, were struck to the ground,
becoming black masses of cinder, by a flash of fearful lightning; and
then the people learned and acknowledged tha