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.

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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