ief of lawless men.
My wide estates were confiscated to the service of the crown. But this
noble youth has now obtained for me a full pardon from the king for all
past misdeeds. The sovereign also freely restores me to my former rank
and possessions."

He ceased, and every voice was raised in applause.

"Hail, Prince of Cornaro!" was the general exclamation.

"Prince," cried Jean Maret, "I give you thanks for the thousand crowns.
The odd five hundred I will give towards Rosa's dowry."

"Nay," rejoined the prince; "the half thou mayst; it is all that thou
canst be permitted, for I desire to find some room to add to Rosa's
store."

"Ha!" said old Gaspar, with a laugh. "Although not rich, her suitor is
yet certain he brings her riches."

"Good sir," replied Gulielmo, "I can show you but little coin, it is
true; yet you may perceive some gain will be mine if you but choose to
read this obligation."

Thereupon he delivered a slip of parchment into the hand of the host,
who turning it once or twice round in the vain attempt to decipher its
intention, passed it to the prince, saying:

"I pray your excellency to read it. My eyes are somewhat weak, and
indeed my scholarship is not so good as it once was."

"Know all (read the prince, after naming the date), that I will pay to
order of Gulielmo Massani, or his lawful heirs, four thousand crowns,
with interest, as soon hereafter as demand may be made. BENVOGLIO."

"The Cardinal Benvoglio," said the prince. "Indeed, the lad hath
prospered well. But come, the wedding lags. First, let us tie this
youthful pair, and after that we'll join the revel on the green, where
Jean and I will teach you all how to dance 'LA TARANTULA.'"

THE GOLDSMITH OF PARIS.

BY H. W. LORING.

IN the good old days of France the fair, when no one dared question the
divine right of the sovereign, or the purity of the church,--when the
rights of the feudal seigneurs were unchallenged, and they could head or
hang, mutilate or quarter their vassals at their pleasure,--when
freedom was a word as unmeaning as it is now tinder his sacred majesty,
Napoleon the Third, there came to the capital, from Touraine, an
artizan, named Anseau, who was as cunning in his trade of goldsmith as
Benvenuto Cellini, the half-mad artificer of Florence. He became a
burgess of Paris, and a subject of the king, whose high protection he
purchased by many presents, both of works of art and good red gold. He
inhabite