en hours concealed in an aperture behind a chimney on the third
floor, scarcely a foot and a half high and four feet long. The police,
having information of her being in the house, through the treachery of a
Jew, had made a fruitless search, but had left a watch behind. The
soldiers lighted a fire in the chimney, and the Duchess, with her three
attendants, sallied out, her dress completely scorched. They had endured
the heat, but were unable to bear the suffocation.

Nantes has some fine promenades and boulevards, planted with trees. In the
Cours Saint Pierre and St. Andre are statues of the Duchess Anne and of
the three Breton constables, Du Guesclin, Clisson, and Richmont.

One of the leading characteristics of Nantes is its numerous bridges: a
regular chain of them form a continuous line across the river and canals,
and others unite the islands which form the suburbs to the town itself.

The Museum contains a large collection of pictures, which the bequest of
the Duke de Feltre (Marechal Clarke) has increased considerably. These
consist mostly of sketches by Paul Delaroche, and the charming Italian
subjects of Leopold Robert.

"L'enfant charitable"--a nun on her deathbed embracing a child who is
standing by her side, an angel behind--is a touching composition of Ary
Schaeeffer. Another, by Paul Baudry, represents the death of Marat:
Charlotte Corday's open, handsome face, looks incapable of the crime she
has just perpetrated. There is one by Ziegler--Daniel in the lion's den--an
angel staying the lions from molesting him. The atmosphere of light
surrounding the angel is wonderful and unearthly. These two are in the
general collection, together with numerous examples of the old masters.

Near our hotel is one of the curiosities of Nantes, the Passage de la
Pommeraye, consisting of three stories of iron galleries or arcades,
uniting the Rue de Crebillon with the Rue de la Fosse. The second arcade
communicates by a flight of stairs with the third, called the Galerie de
la Fosse, opening upon the street of that name.

The Garden of Plants is beautifully laid out; groves and avenues of
magnolias in full flower, with rocks, waterfalls, rustic bridges, all most
picturesquely disposed, making it one of the prettiest gardens and public
promenades in France.

We descended the Loire by steamer, passing by vast granite buildings,
built as magazines for colonial imports, called Les Salorges, in front of
which the horrible n