Escapes from Cayenne

19 are y o u ? " I looked up and could not help laughing. I saw a thin, pale man, no bigger than a riding stick, with a face like a fox's muzzle; he had a trick which consisted in trying, when speaking, to bite both of his ears. His clothes were more ridiculous, if possible, than his person; he had a blue dress coat, twice too large for his body, with ornamented metal but­ tons.

I thought he was an English footman, but he was M .

Peraudeau.

I made known the desire of the American Consul. " I can do nothing for y o u , " said M . Peraudeau; " you are not a Frenchman—you have lost your rights of French citizenship." " If I had lost nothing else, I should be richer than 1 am, because there are no rights in France now, except the right o f obedience; there are no laws except the law of force " This was my answer, and I immediaiely left the shop. M .

Peraudeau is the French Consul in an English colony; he speaks French like a Spaniard, and speaks English worse than a German. Poor France ! ! !

I was told that several Republican refugees were in Demerara, and employed at the place called the fort, at the end of the town. I went there and found m y friends, two of whom had been my faithful companions for many years. Arrested at the same time, we had been seperated in Algiers. W e met again in the islets of French Guiana.

Separated once more at Dev­ il's Island, we were reunited a second time at Demerara, and this time we were all free.

I had the most cordial reception. They guided me to their home and we supped together. After supper we took a walk, Paon on one side, Bivors on the other, and I in the middle.

W e talked about our captivity, our friends, our hopes and our escape. I gave them an account o f mine, in the same manner that 1 have done here, and, when ended, I asked them how they had managed theirs. " T h a t history," said Paon, " i s long and wonderful; our escape is a miracle ; we are tired, so are y o u ; let us go to bed ; to-morrow I will stay all day with you. W e will have plenty of time to speak about such things.

Y o u have no clothes, but you can make use of mine ; m y lodging is yours, m y purse is yours; I am very poor, but Í don't care for myself, I only care for y o u . " Bivors told me the same and gave me some money. I had more in my pocket than he had in his, but I accepted, being unwilling to displease him.

I was much affected b y that sincere and friendly reception.

I went with Paon to his room. I entered first, without any accident, and m y friend followed me. H e was in the middle o f the small wooden bridge which separated his door from the street, when a plank turned over his foot and he fell into the