that worship was once more to
be celebrated at ten o'clock, and they began to assemble silently and
cautiously. It was agreed that M. Juillerat Chasseur should perform the
service, though such was his conviction of danger that he entreated his
wife, and some of his flock, to remain with their families. The temple
being opened only as a matter of form, and in compliance with the orders
of the duke d'Angouleme, this pastor wished to be the only victim. On
his way to the place he passed numerous groupes who regarded him with
ferocious looks. "This is the time," said some, "to give them the last
blow." "Yes," added others, "and neither women nor children must be
spared." One wretch, raising his voice above the rest, exclaimed, "Ah, I
will go and get my musket, and ten for my share." Through these ominous
sounds M. Juillerat pursued his course, but when he gained the temple
the sexton had not the courage to open the door, and he was obliged to
do it himself. As the worshippers arrived they found strange persons in
possession of the adjacent streets, and upon the steps of the church,
vowing their worship should not be performed, and crying, "Down with the
protestants! kill them! kill them!" At ten o'clock the church being
nearly filled, M. J. Chasseur commenced the prayers; a calm that
succeeded was of short duration. On a sudden the minister was
interrupted by a violent noise, and a number of persons entered,
uttering the most dreadful cries, mingled with _Vive le Roi!_ but the
gens-d'armes succeeded in excluding these fanatics, and closing the
doors. The noise and tumult without now redoubled, and the blows of the
populace trying to break open the doors, caused the house to resound
with shrieks and groans. The voice of the pastors who endeavoured to
console their flock, was inaudible; they attempted in vain to sing the
42d psalm.

Three quarters of an hour rolled heavily away. "I placed myself," says
Madame Juillerat, "at the bottom of the pulpit, with my daughter in my
arms; my husband at length joined and sustained me; I remembered that it
was the anniversary of my marriage; after six years of happiness, I
said, I am about to die with my husband and my daughter; we shall be
slain at the altar of our God, the victims of a sacred duty, and heaven
will open to receive us and our unhappy brethren. I blessed the
Redeemer, and without cursing our murderers, I awaited their approach."

M. Oliver, son of a pastor, an officer in