"The Cardinal Benvoglio," said the prince. "Indeed, the lad hath
prospered well. But come, the wedding lags. First, let us tie this
youthful pair, and after that we'll join the revel on the green, where
Jean and I will teach you all how to dance 'LA TARANTULA.'"






THE GOLDSMITH OF PARIS.

BY H. W. LORING.





IN the good old days of France the fair, when no one dared question the
divine right of the sovereign, or the purity of the church,--when the
rights of the feudal seigneurs were unchallenged, and they could head or
hang, mutilate or quarter their vassals at their pleasure,--when
freedom was a word as unmeaning as it is now tinder his sacred majesty,
Napoleon the Third, there came to the capital, from Touraine, an
artizan, named Anseau, who was as cunning in his trade of goldsmith as
Benvenuto Cellini, the half-mad artificer of Florence. He became a
burgess of Paris, and a subject of the king, whose high protection he
purchased by many presents, both of works of art and good red gold. He
inhabited a house built by himself, near the church of St. Leu, in the