r laughing little face assume an angry and menacing air,
shouted, "Now tremble, you bad man! for I will put you to death because
you drove us twice from Vienna, and frightened us so badly that you
compelled us to escape, while you were enjoying yourself in our fine
palaces. Yes, I will kill you, because you shot our soldiers and took
our cannon. You are a wretch, a miserable thief, and I will now shoot
you that you may no longer murder our men and expel our princes, you
robber and assassin!" She discharged her arrow, but with no better
success than the little archduke, and the laughter of her brothers and
sisters punished her for her lack of skill.

"Why, this is a very pretty game," exclaimed the Archduchess Maria
Louisa, laughing. "Come, Leopoldine, let us try it, and see whether we
are able to hit the monster." The princesses sat down laughingly between
the little archdukes, and each took one of the bows.

"Pray let me shoot first, dear sister," exclaimed Leopoldine, eagerly.
"Look, my arrow lies already on the string. Now I will aim at you,
miserable Bonaparte, and take revenge for all the sufferings you have
brought upon us. Your last hour has come; fold your hands and pray, if
you can. But you cannot pray, for you have a conscience burdened with
crimes; you have sinned grievously against God by insulting and
imprisoning His representative on earth. The Holy Father has
excommunicated you for this, and you are accursed, delivered over to the
tortures of hell, and every honest Christian turns away from the wretch
against whom the bolt of excommunication has been hurled. You must die
without confession and absolution--in the midst of your sins." She
discharged the arrow, but, like those of her little brother and sister,
it glanced from the figure and dropped at its feet.

The little archduchesses and princes, who, on hearing the imprecations
uttered by their sister, had assumed a very grave air, felt as though
they had been relieved of an oppressive burden, and burst into loud
laughter.

"It is my turn now!" exclaimed Maria Louisa. She took the bow and fixed
her blue eyes with an expression of profound contempt on the repulsive
figure. "You must die--ay, die!" she said, gravely. "Bonaparte, I will
deliver the world from you, for you are as insatiable as the Minotaur,
that required every day a human victim for breakfast. You devour men and
countries, and the wails of whole nations are music to your ears. You
must d