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Once, he went aloft, and the rope broke, and they caught him

shrieking; twice, he went aloft, and the rope broke, and they

caught him shrieking; then, the rope was merciful, and held him,

and his head was soon upon a pike, with grass enough in the mouth

for all Saint Antoine to dance at the sight of.

Nor was this the end of the day's bad work, for Saint Antoine so

shouted and danced his angry blood up, that it boiled again, on

hearing when the day closed in that the son-in-law of the

despatched, another of the people's enemies and insulters, was

coming into Paris under a guard five hundred strong, in cavalry

alone. Saint Antoine wrote his crimes on flaring sheets of paper,

seized him--would have torn him out of the breast of an army to

bear Foulon company--set his head and heart on pikes, and carried

the three spoils of the day, in Wolf-procession through the

streets.