was present, and, despite the commandant's endeavours, Grenoble received the emperor within her gates, and the first fortified town had fallen to the invading army.

Whilst Napoleon was thus progressing towards Paris, and at the very time when from Grenoble three decrees declared the empire resumed, called out the national guard, and committed the town to their care, and a fervent proclamation summoned the army to their old eagles, recalled their former victories, and spoke of new glories to come, the Bourbons, endeavouring to persuade the Parisians of the failure of the invasion, and to treat the attempt with contempt, gradually the progress of the emperor became known to all, hastily summoned the two chambers, voted loyal addresses, and many of the departments and cities vied with them in loyal pledges on paper. The Count d'Artois repaired to Lyons in company with Macdonald, the Duc. de Bourbon hastened to La Vendée, and the Duchess d'Angouleme threw herself into Bordeaux, in the hope of stimulating the loyalty of these important places. Soult, as minister at war, issued a bitter proclamation against his old master, and stigmatized his attempt as madness. Ney was even more violent in his denunciations, and left Paris with the boast of bringing back the invader in an iron cage. "Farewell!" said Louis, "we trust to your honour and fidelity."

Despite these preparations Napoleon continued to advance on Lyons, and every day fresh regiments or

detachments hastened to his standard.

Distrust came

upon the court, and Soult was soon driven from his post, and succeeded by General Clarke, whose threats were as loud as his power was weak. It was in vain that the Count d'Artois and Macdonald attempted to defend Lyons; no sooner was the emperor in sight than all thought of opposition vanished; and with difficulty the generals escaped, whilst Napoleon entered the city in triumph. From Lyons came more imperial decrees, abolishing the new chambers, and summoning new ones in the following month, taking away all titles of honour, exiling anew the old emi-. grants, and striking every adherent of the Bourbons off the list of officers. Ney still professed his loyalty. As he drew nearer to the scene of action, his old feelings returned; by degrees he grew more and more undecided, until one of Napoleon's proclamations completed the change, and led him to address his army in behalf of his old master. With his wonted enthusiasm he now led his converted troops to join Napoleon.

Entirely unopposed, and with hourly augmenting forces, Napoleon hastened towards Paris. On the 19th, he was at Fontainbleau; and Macdonald alone, with about thirty thousand men, lay between him and the capital, from which the king was preparing to escape. By that midnight Paris was without a ruler; for the king was hastening towards Flanders, already rapidly nearing Lisle on his road to Ghent, where he established his court within a week of his departure.

On the 20th of March, Macdonald drew out his

army to oppose the emperor's advance. From morning to noon the royal army stood watching the glades and roads that lead from Fontainbleau to Melun, waiting with anxiety for the heads of the columns of Napoleon's army. At length a single carriage, guarded by a few Polish lancers, dashed from the glades of the forest, and advanced direct for the royal army. Within a few paces it stopped, Napoleon sprang from within, and threw himself into the ranks of Macdonald's army, amid unanimous cries of Vive l'Empereur! as the white cockades were thrown down and trampled on, and the eagles replaced on the standards.

On the evening of the 20th, the emperor entered Paris, attended by a crowd of general officers on horseback, and a multitude of people, who went to meet him on the road from Fontainbleau. He entered Paris by the route he had so often travelled as emperor; and the very air seemed deafened with the shouts and cries of the people. When the carriage reached the palace court-yard farther progress was impossible; the horses could not move, so dense was the crowd. A sudden rush was made to the carriage, the door forced open, Napoleon taken out and passed from one to another of the dense mass, not only over the court-yard, but up the stairs, and even in the suite of rooms above. But eight months had elasped since his life had been threatened, as he hurried as an exile from that kingdom to which he was now borne back on the arms of his people.-The Rise and Fall of Napoleon.

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THE DESTRUCTION OF SCIO BY THE

TURKS.

THAT dreadful war which for many years bathed the hills and valleys of the Morea with blood, was every hour working out the accomplishment of Russia's ambitious designs. A more sanguinary warfare was perhaps never waged upon the surface of this globe. All the elements of the most deadly hatred were combined in magnifying its horrors. We cannot refrain, in this connexion, from briefly alluding to the destruction of Scio by the Turks during the progress of this war. Scio was one of the largest, richest, and most beautiful of the islands of the Grecian Archipelago. It contained a population of about one hundred and twenty thousand inhabitants. Extensive commerce had brought to the island the treasures of the East and the West; and her opulent families, refined in manners by European travel, and with minds highly cultivated, afforded the most intelligent and fascinating society of the East. Schools flourished upon the island, and richly endowed colleges were crowded with Grecian youth. The traveller, lured by the moonlight of that glorious clime to an evening stroll through the streets of Scio, heard, from the dwellings of the wealthy Greeks, the tones of the piano and the guitar, touched by fingers skilled in all polite accomplishments. Many of those families were living in the enjoyment of highly cultivated

minds and polished manners, rendered doubly attractive by all the embellishments of wealth.

The Grecian revolt extended to this island, and Sultan Mahmoud resolved upon signal vengeance. He proclaimed to all the desperadoes of the Bosphorus, that the inhabitants of Scio, male and female, with all their possessions, were to be entirely surrendered to the adventurers who would embark in the expedition for its destruction. Every ruffian of Constantinople crowded to the Turkish fleet. The ferocious semisavage boatmen of the Bosphorus- the scowling Christian-hating wretches, who, in poverty and crime, thronged the lanes and the alleys of the Moslem city, rushed eagerly to the squadron. Every scoundrel renegado upon the frontiers of Europe and of Asia, who could come with knife, or pistol, or club, was received with a welcome. In this way a reinforcement of about ten thousand assassins, the very refuse of creation, were collected; other thousands followed on, in schooners, and sloops, and fishing smacks, swelling the number to fifteen thousand men, to join in the sack and the carnage. The fleet dropped down the Bosphorus amid the acclamations of Constantinople, Pera, and Scutari; and the reverberations of the parting salute rolled along the shores of Europe and of Asia.

It was a lovely afternoon in the month of April 1822, when this fleet was seen on the bosom of the Ægean, approaching Scio. It anchored in the bay, and immediately vomited forth upon those ill-fated