their brains beaten out with mallets, clubs, and such like instruments. Seven or eight hundred thrust themselves into the prisons, hoping to find shelter and protection under the wings of justice; but the captains appointed for this execution, caused them to be dragged out, and brought to a place near the Valee de Misere (or the Valley of Misery) where they beat out their brains with a pole-axe, and then cast them into a river. A butcher going to the Louvre upon Tuesday, told the King that he had despatched an hundred and fifty the night before; a gold-wire drawer often boasted, shewing his arm, that he had killed four hundred for his share."

Later Roman Catholic writers, (says 'The St. James' Chronicle,') have endeavoured to diminish the guilt of St. Bartholomew, and some have expressed horror at the massacre. This is mere bending reluctantly before the altered spirit of the times; and even among these writers, we see always lurking a desire to excuse Catharine and her unhappy son. We do not recollect a single Popish historian, Dr. Lingard included, who does not employ all the arts of his eloquence and sophistry, stooping generally to direct misrepresentation (as in the doctor's case) for the purpose. Widely different were the feelings of the cotem

poraries of the accursed deed. The Pope, we see, went in sacred procession-the grisly King of Spain, Philip II, congratulated Charles on his zeal for religionthe bloody Duke of Alva ordered rejoicing throughout the provinces under his tyronny; the Romish nobles of Poland elected Henry Anjou, a main actor in the massacre, their king immediately after. No Popish Prince remonstrated.

REV. AND DEAR SIR,I trust you will excuse the liberty I take, in forwarding to you the following account of the death of a little girl in the Sunday school attached to P. Chapel, of which I am Assistant Minister, and where I have had the pleasure of meeting you. Some Sundays ago upon my arrival at the chapel, I heard that during the past week one of the children had, after a short illness, been suddenly taken away, and that the teacher of her class had read to the girls of the school, an interesting account of her death; I requested to see this account, and I made some extracts from it to insert in a monthly lecture which I had to deliver on the following Sunday to all the schools connected with the Chapel. Feeling however that there was something peculiarly interesting and calculated to be more generally useful, in the account of the death of this dear child, the idea struck me that I might not do wrong in submitting it to your inspection, in order to its insertion, if you should think it suitable, in one of the little works which you publish, and which I am happy to believe are doing much good. I have thought it best to send you a copy of the original document; but beg leave say, that if you think it calculated to be useful, you are at liberty, if you please, to alter the form of an address which It wears, or to abridge it by leaving out the less interesting parts, if it be too long. Should you not think it adapted to the object of your work, 1 am sure you will still be pleased with

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the proofs which it affords of the power of Divine grace, as exemplified in the sense of sin, love to the Saviour, and anxiety for the souls of others, which this dear child manifested; surely such cases afford great encouragement to teachers of Sunday schools, and to us Ministers, to work while we can. 1 am, dear Sir, with much respect,

Your very faithful servant,

S. G. G.

A SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER'S ADDRESS To the children, respecting the death of a little girl who belonged to her class. MY DEAR CHILDREN,-Most of you now present, I believe, knew Sarah White; let me therefore hope that you will attend to what I am going to tell you about her, and pray to God, each of you that he will give you his Holy Spirit, and bless to your souls, what you are now going to hear of her; remembering that you too, my dear children, must each of you come to a dying hour, and how soon, we none of us can tell. Sarah White, whom you have frequently seen in our dass, was in the twelfth year of her age, and not remarkable for any peculiar intelligence, but always shewed anxiety to receive instruction, she was regular in her attendance at school and in reading a few verses of her Bible, and in learning hymns while at home. On the 4th of February she came as usual to school, but after she had said her lessons, she was so ill that I told her to go home. On the next Sunday her mother told me

she had been confined to her bed all the week. And last Sunday the 18th when her mother came again to the chapel to me, she said that she feared her child would not live. I went to see her, Dear little Sarah was very glad to see "her teacher;" she tried to get up to look at me, and to shake hands with me, but she was too weak to do so. I prayed for her a little time; she paid great attention and thanked me for coming.-I was not able to go to her on Monday. On Monday night she said to her mother; "I wish I could see my dear teacher once more, she would tell me all about Jesus Christ and pray with me. Dear mother, send for teacher." I was not at home, and did not know dear Sarah was so very very ill, till Tuesday morning. At 8 o'clock her sister came to me, to tell me she was dying, and wished to see me; I must be quick or I should not see her alive, I ran to her directly, not thinking to see her still in this world, but God who ever hears the prayer of his children, had heard her's, and had spared her to see me.

When I got into the room, she looked up, and her father said, "Sarah, here is your teacher." She put out her little weak hand, just looked at me for a moment and saidTeacher, I am a sinner, a great sinner; I can now think of so many times I have done

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wrong; but you know Jesus Christ came to save sinners-he will save me--oh yes, he will save all who pray to him. Lord, have mercy on my soul! Save me Jesus! NOBODY else can,--oh pray for me, teacher." I knelt down; she paid all the attention she could, for she was in much pain all over, and had a blister on her chest, and coughed very much, and spit blood; but she was so patient-I said; "Dear Sarah, Jesus Christ knows all you suffer now, and is near you, though you cannot see him." She said; Oh yes, I long to see his face, oli! he is so kind and so gentle. In heaven I shall see him, and I am a sinner, but I am, I hope, going to him." I said "There, dear Sarah, you will be free from sin and suffering;" and I read to her the description of heaven. She said "Oh it will be a happy place! Oh Jesus, save me and take me there."

Her pain then became very violent, and she said; "Oh help me, teacher, I am dying, dying, dying." My child, your Saviour will help you; I cannot, but he can and will." She said; "oh yes that he will"--and then she was calm. I said, "Dear Sarah, God has heard your prayers, and will hear them; only to him." "Yes, dear teacher, I have prayed him to let me see you again, and here you are; what a blessing!-If I had never been to the Sunday school, never thought of

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