the nobility, such as the Marquis de Rochechouart- Mortemart, the two Lameths, the Prince de Broglie, and the Duc de Montmorency, stand apart from the rest and discuss the grave events preparing. Farther off members of the clergy, in purple mantle, white band, and skull-cap, are also visible, while somewhat withdrawn from them and taking notes is the Abb Gr goire, who at a later day voted for the death of Louis XVI. In the foreground are three celebrated personages— Bailly, who was mayor of Paris; Necker, then Prime Minister to Louis XVI; and General Lafayette, in appearance still proud of the laurels he had won in America. The general has on the full costume of commander of the National Guard— white buff-skin breeches, blue coat, vest with white facings, and powdered wig.     Under one of the arcades are assembled the Girondins, and with them is Madame Roland, the ruling spirit of their party. One young man of the group, however, turns away his head, and gazes afar off at Queen Marie Antoinette, whom he secretly loves, and who may be seen dressed in the transitory splendor of her court. By her side stand King Louis XVI and her ladies of honor, among whom is the unfortunate Princesse de Lamballe. Louis XVI wears the blue cordon over a mauve coat with lapels.     But events precipitate their course. Under the first arcade Camille Desmoulins, his arms upraised, incites the people to march on the Bastille. The Palais Royal is visible in the distance. Another background depicts the ”Feast of the Federation.” In the foreground are several members of the National Convention, among whom is Saint-Just; while under the same arcade cluster the terrible women of the Revolution, Th roigne de M ricourt and C cile Renaud, attired in the cap and neckerchief of the time. Coming slowly down the staircase is another woman, who grasps a dagger in her hand and has her eyes steadfastly fixed on three men debating close by— Robespierre, Danton, and Marat. We know for whose heart the blade in her hand is intended, and we quickly recognize Charlotte Corday. At the foot of the stairs appear several generals, among them Dumouriez, the hero of Jemmapes, and Kellermann, the victor at Valmy.     In fact, the military epic now begins and unrolls its pages uninterruptedly. Here is Pichegru; there is Carnot, dressed as a representative of the people on a foreign mission. Beyond these are Joubert and Hoche; the latter consults a map, probably that of La Vend e, for the chiefs of that civil war, La Rochejaquelein and D’Elb e, are not far off. After these come the generals of Napoleon’s expedition into Egypt, Kellermann and Desaix, side by side with such illustrious men of science as Monge and Berthollet, who shared their trials and dangers.     Farther on we find Paris under the Directory, with its incroyables who sport such inordinate neckties, and its belles who affect the antique peplum. Madame Tallien and Mine. R camier, the latter in all the beauty of her twenty-fifth year, help to make up a group in which figure such remarkable actors as Talma and such immortal painters as Prudhon and David. The latter, an old Terrorist grown tame, has an eye on the Empire, which is building on the ruins of the Directory; while two stanch members of the fated party (Bar-ras and Rewbell) almost elbow some of the members of the Council of the Five Hundred, at whose head is Lucien Bonaparte, the brother of him who is about to assume the imperial crown.     In the next group is the Emperor, dressed in a green coat which, opening half way in front, shows the white waistcoat