him, and on the fifth evening resolves to march all night to overtake and attack the English; he animates his soldiers, they proceed eagerly, and arrive near the enemies camp before morning.

But the great Devil was grievously troubled when he learnt from his agents the success of France. Even in the flames of Hell he felt his soul shiver.

In the profound abyss, which is the centre of the world, there is an immense cavity, another universe inhabited by Spectres. Its devouring fires, by a power unknown to our fires, burn even the very soul of the damned souls, and though they always burn it, it is always unconsumed. A false light only serves to render these horrours more horrible. There, shaped like a dragon, the great Devil reigns over the damned and the demons, there he punishes all, and feels himself severer tortures than he inflicts.

As when under the torrid zone the Basilisc, that tremendous King who carries a crown on his head, and death in his eyes, prepares to go forth from his grotto and survey his empire, a sound goes before him, all his creeping subjects, every thing flies from him, and the solitude of the desart is redoubled; so, when the old Dragon prepared to go abroad, a murmur ran through Hell and the Fiends from fear

or respect, avoided his way. Earth opened her bosom, and gave him a passage: from night eternal he rises to another night. He looks around; he sees-ah, what a sight!—he sees his dear Bedford ready to perish, the French approaching, Terror flying before them, and disheartening the English. Enraged at this sight, he discovers himself to Terror, and exclaims-" What art thou doing! I wonder no longer that my emissaries failed; thou only couldst have surmounted their arts. Ah, my dear Terror, if thou still rememberest my ancient glory, repent while thou mayest, and pour thy coldest venom in rapid torrents, through these fatal troops.

Then the old dragon breathed out his foul breath over the French, and Terror built a chimera of an hundred vain phantoms, and displayed it to their eyes. The soldiers are alarmed, the chiefs partake their fear. Above all, old Gillon is confounded, and abandons himself to cries and lamentations.

But Gillon recollects that the Holy Maid is advanced alone to survey the English camp. From rank to rank he goes, vomiting out his gall; Terror assists him; the Devil appears in the shape of the Bishop, filling the troops with fear and rage against the sorceress who has led them to death. Amaury endeavours to awaken the same sentiments in Charles. Charles, however, will not admit them; "if we must

die," says he, “let us die nobly; let us perish like a king."

During this sudden change, the Maid penetrates the camp of the enemy; she beholds them all sleeping, chiefs as well as soldiers, and promises herself that, before morning, they shall pass from this usual, to their eternal sleep. She returns towards the army, but to her utter astonishment, finds them gone; eagerly she seeks them; she enters a deep valley between two mountains; a black whirlwind suddenly rises before her; more troubled she hastens towards it, when Termes meets her."Holy Maid," he cries," to whom France will one day burn incense, if you would preserve your own glory, fly from this rock, where Hell prepares your grave. All have sworn your destruction; the soldiers avow their hatred; Charles suffers them to

attack your honour; Gillon is in favor; Amaury is uncontrolled; and the Bishop makes every heart desire your death. By the God whom you serve, I conjure you to save yourself, and abandon these ungrateful ones who would destroy you.

“Ah Termes,” replied the Maid, with a haughty smile, "is it thus that you hold the honour of the Maid dear? would you have her a coward? Lo! how she flies !"-and immediately she hastened on; a glory emanated from her, and illumina

ted the valley; the Devil fled, the shades of hell changed into vapours, the sun arose and scattered them. Full of God she addressed the French, and her voice was unlike a human voice.

Her thundering mouth

was eloquent, even in silence, when she ceased. The flaming shields of a thousand angels reinforced the lightning of her looks, and the shadows that still remained upon the soldiers souls, fled before the splendour.

They hasten towards the English, but the opportunity was past; the English are gone. When first Charles retreated, the Devil in disguise informed Bedford, and urged him to pursue; but he soon returned and bade him save himself by instant flight. He terrifies the army, they fly towards Paris, Bedford himself flies, but he flies the last.

THE TENTH BOOK.

But amidst this great alarm another fear troubles Satan himself; he dreads that the Parisians may refuse to open their gates to the fugitives. Instantly he flies to Paris, assumes the form of Fastolff, and enters the bed chamber of Isabel; tells her the danger of Bedford, that her son,

her worst enemy is approaching, bids her open the gates to the fugitives; then, reassuming his own shape, he disappears.

This execrable old Queen immediately arises; she pretends that some pious duty leads her out of the city; the bridge is lowered for her, her chariot breaks upon it, as if by accident; thus the gate is kept open, and Bedford enters. Isabel goes round the city, haranguing the citizens, and animating them against. Charles. Bedford mans the walls, the inhabitants take courage, and prepare for the ensuing dangers.

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Whilst Charles is reproaching himself for having suffered the English to escape him, Amaury complains to him of the contempt which he endures from the Maid. "She is right," exclaims the King, "to despise those who make so bad a use of success. cowardice has made the English conquer. We have lived one day too long for our honour." Confounded by this reply, Amaury despairs of recovering his credit. with the King, and resolves to seek death from the English, that this glorious end may make Charles regret him, and destroy the influence of the Maid.

Dunois and Tanneguy now arrive; the King holds a council; they advise him to attack Paris; but Charles would have yielded to the artful and cowardly persuasions of Gillon, had not the Maid entered, and once more