soldiers rode in front of them, soldiers behind them. All streets,
all places were crowded with people, and a riot broke out, and oh!
such lamentations, such wails!--and finally the people became
desperate, and roared and yelled that the government should make
peace, and prevent the French from corning to Vienna and bombarding
the city; and in their desperation they grew quite bold and brave,
and thousands of them marched to the house of Minister Thugut, whom
they call the real emperor of Vienna, and tried to compel him to
make peace."

"Sad, sad tidings, indeed!" sighed Haydn, shaking his head. "Worse
than I thought. The people riotous and rebellious--the army
defeated--and the enemy marching upon Vienna. But don't despair--
courage, courage, children; let us put our trust in God and our
excellent emperor. Those two will never forsake us--they will guard
and protect Vienna, and never suffer a single stone to be taken from
its walls."

"Ah, husband, don't count any longer upon the emperor," said his
wife. "For that is the worst part of the news, and shows that every
thing is lost: the emperor has left Vienna."

"What!" exclaimed Haydn, and his face grew flushed with anger.
"What, they dare to slander the emperor so infamously as that! They
dare to assert that the emperor has forsaken his Viennese when they
are in danger? No, no, the emperor is an honest man and a faithful
prince; he will share good and evil days alike with his people. A
good shepherd does not leave his flock, a good prince does not leave
his people."