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AnE &LnsH sHOT.-An &12sLOF9c0C JGCt. By love, cried little Jules, one bright

 morning in July, if only had a gun,-

 and hc pushed away with indignation the

 chesnut ringlets that clustered round his

 youthful forehead, struck the table with his

 ciinched fist, his young blood boiled in his

 Veins at the sight of friends and brothers

 murdered in cold blood: then he approach

 ed the window, and leaning his smooth and

 burning cheeks against the panes, which

 shook with the firing of the royal troops,

 his eyes filled with tears of grief and indig-

 nation as he, be!'eld the terrible massacre

 in the street, ard gazed on the results of

 monarch's stupidity and courts corrup-

 ton. Mamma, mamma! ? he exclaimed,

 only look there are some poor fellows

 carried off on litter they must be dead

 or dying 'Oh my God Jules, come

 from the window And look, there are some who have just fallen, bruised and wounded. By love, if only had a gum His mother, alarmed at Jules extreme ag- itation, drew him from the window, and endeavored to divert his mind but he es- caped from her kind solicitude, ran up the stairs, four steps at a time. up into the gar ret, where, among other antiquities, he found an old, and rather rusty, musket ]; and little Jules clapped his hands in ecstacy and exclaimed, By love, have got gun at last.' 1t was rather heavy for so youthful and inexperienced an arm; but what is impossible to generous and intre- pid heart, though it beat in the bosom of a boy oftwelye Little Jules raised the mus ket, which just suited him, stepped down stairs with his precious burden, 'paedc suspenso,' for fear of alarming his anxious and watchful mother. But when Jules go, into the street he found his rusty and hea- " musket not loaded. Luckily, as he thought, a grocer's store stood next to his mothers house he ran into the shop and exclaimed, Do not be alarmed, am your friend Jules; load my gun, good fellow, and make haste; by love, will give it to them yet 'What!' cried the astonished grocer, you too7' Load it, load it, and don't talk to me, replied Jules. But you are too young to fight remonstrated the friendly grocer they will kill you, Jules do you not hear the cannons, and the dreadful firing just listcn.' But Jules stamped his foot and answered only, By love, old man, do not chatter SO, but load my guns and ihe grocer finding all entrea- ties vain, did as he was commanded, and loaded the gun. Jules, after casting one lingering and afectionate glance at the windows of his mothers hnuso, rushed into the street. already strewed with dead bod ics. 'Ohmy God 2 he murmured to him. self; though even at this dreadful sight the courage of the boy failed him but for mo- men'. Just in front of him was regiment ofthe kings household troops. An officer in glitlering uniform, with drawn sword, and threatening gestures, was leading them on to a new and ruthless charge. Jules gazed for moment at the terrific scowl, and imperious voice, with which the officer encouraged the massacre, and murmured once more to himself, By love, I have got a gun!' He posted himself behind a low wall, rested his musket on the top oft, took long and deliberate aim, and fired. The officer in brilliant uniform fell from his horse, shot directly through the heart,- Jules rushed into his house, ran to his mothers room, and told her in triumph how he had killed his country's foe.' And the trembling mother pressed him in silence to her beating heart; and had engraved on the old musket these few words: Paris, Juiy 2S, 185o.' ...f5 sss, s,. 'r.3sas,- vsig taas a aga4e.l ?" r'al s. 4,.. 4 ua CRANBERRiES. #

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