In 1577 a Protestant chief (Dutouchet) succeeded by stratagem in getting possession of it. After two day's possession, he was obliged to evacuate it. In 1591 a similar attempt proved most destructive to the assailants. In 1594, the spire, the bells, and the church, were considerably injured by lightning. Mount St. Michael was visited in 1518 by Francis I. of France; in 1561, by Charles IX.; in 1576, by the Duchess de Bourbon; in 1624, by the Duke de Nevers, who made a rich present to the abbey; in 1689, by Madame de Levigné, who designated it Le Mont fier et orgueilleux. In 1689, Philip Duke of Orleans, brother to Louis XIV., was one of its visiters. The most remarkable circumstance is the visit paid to it on the 10th of May, 1777, by the Ex-King of France, the Count d'Artois (twenty years old). On inspecting the state-prison, a wooden cage was shown to him. The prince, struck with horror at the sight of it, ordered it to be destroyed. Shortly after, the young princes of Orleans, among whom the present King Philip, accompanied by Madame de Lillery, stopped at Mount St. Michael. After having inspected the subterraneous passages and magazines, the wooden cage was shown to them. They asked for workmen and axes, and giving the first blow themselves, this infernal machine was completely destroyed. The prior of the abbey was formerly governor of the town and castle, and the keys were brought to him every evening. It gives name to the late military order of St. Michael, founded by Louis XI, in 1479. The view from the summit is fine, embracing the coasts of Normandy and Britanny, with the town and ruins of the cathedral of Avranches, elevated on a mountain, and the intervening valley, with the open sea of the British Channel. W.G.C. * * * * * SONNET TO M * * * (_For the Mirror._) Though rough, not lengthened, is our worldly way; Then wipe thy pearly eyes, no more to weep-- Thy feet from falling let this memory keep-- Our love hath lasted through the stormy day. These clouds like early mist shall melt away, And show the vale beyond the pointed steep; For they who sow in tears, in smiles shall reap-- Then be thy spirits as the morning gay. For thou alone art gifted with the power To still the tempest in my stubborn soul; Thy smile creates around the billows roll The blissful quiet of a halcyon hour. Then shed no tear--then heave no sorrowing sigh Since love like thine may time and toil defy. * * H. * * * * * LONG RIDES. (_To the Editor._)