brought, the walls scaled, and the towers carried by assault. Some of the
Catholics were killed, the others gained Froment's house, where,
encouraged by him, they tried to organise a resistance; but the
assailants, despite the oncoming darkness, attacked the place with such
fury that doors and windows were shattered in an instant. Froment and his
brother Pierre tried to escape by a narrow staircase which led to the
roof, but before they reached it Pierre was wounded in the hip and fell;
but Froment reached the roof, and sprang upon an adjacent housetop, and
climbing from roof to roof, reached the college, and getting into it by a
garret window, took refuge in a large room which was always unoccupied at
night, being used during the day as a study.

Froment remained hidden there until eleven o'clock. It being then
completely dark, he got out of the window, crossed the city, gained the
open country, and walking all night, concealed himself during the day in
the house of a Catholic. The next night he set off again, and reached
the coast, where he embarked on board a vessel for Italy, in order to
report to those who had sent him the disastrous result of his enterprise.

For three whole days the carnage lasted. The Protestants losing all
control over themselves, carried on the work of death not only without
pity but with refined cruelty. More than five hundred Catholics lost
their lives before the 17th, when peace was restored.

For a long time recriminations went on between Catholics and Protestants,
each party trying to fix on the other the responsibility for those
dreadful three days; but at last Franqois Froment put an end to all doubt
on the subject, by publishing a work from which are set forth many of the
details just laid before our readers, as well as the reward he met with
when he reached Turin. At a meeting of the French nobles in exile, a