out, 'Spare his life, sir! spare the man's life!' 'My nephew,' the king replied, 'you are not so ill as you think, and we shall have time to think of your request when you have recovered.' Yet the prince continued as before, the king being still on his guard not to grant a pardon which was equally repugnant to the laws of nature and to those of society. Then this generous prince exclaimed in a tone of deep regret: 'Ah, sir! you do not say "yes,"' adding shortly afterwards: 'If the man's life were spared, the bitterness of my last moments would be softened.' As his end drew near, pursuing the same idea, he expressed in a low voice, broken by grief, and with long intervals between each word, the following thought: 'Ah!... if only ... I could carry away ... the idea ... that the blood of a man ... would not flow on my account ... after my death....' This noble prayer was the last he uttered. His constantly increasing and now atrocious pain absorbed from this moment all his faculties." The heroism of the Duke of Berri and his dying prayer for the pardon of his murderer may be contrasted with the cowardice of his grandfather, Louis XV., taking the last sacrament twice over when he had only been scratched; and the cruelty with which he caused his assailant, who, murderously disposed, no doubt, had nevertheless scarcely injured him, to be subjected to the most frightful tortures, and finally torn to pieces by four horses. [Illustration: PORTE SAINT-MARTIN AND THE RENAISSANCE THEATRE.]