ages sculptured in stone, and people doing curious things
all about in different places. We walked about there for half an hour.
At last we found a congregation."

"A congregation!"

"Yes," said Rollo, "we came to a place, at last, which was divided off
by a kind of railing; and there was a congregation there, sitting in
chairs. Some were kneeling in chairs, and some were kneeling on the
stone floor. They were reading in little prayer books and looking
about."

"Was any body preaching to them?" asked Jennie.

"No," said Rollo, "but there were some priests at the altar doing
something there; but I could not understand what they were doing. We
stopped there a little while, and then we came away. We walked along to
another part of the church, and at length we came to another enclosure,
where a great many people were collected. Mr. George went up to see what
it was, and he said he believed it was a baptism; but I could not get
near enough to see."

"And what did you do next?" asked Jennie.

"Why, we came out of the church, and crossed over by a bridge to this
side of the river, and then walked down along the quay till we came to a
place where there was a tall bronze column, somewhat like this column in
the Place Vendome. Uncle George said that he wished to see it, because
it stood on the place where a famous old castle and prison used to stand
in former times, called the Bastile. He said that the people made an
insurrection and battered the old prison down, because the government
was so cruel in shutting up innocent prisoners in it. They built fires
against the doors, and battered against them with heavy timbers until
they broke them in, and then they let the prisoners out and set the
prison on fire. Uncle George said that I should take great interest in
reading about it one of these days; but I think I should like to read
about it now."

"I should, too," said Jennie.

"They afterward took away all the stones of the Bastile," continued
Rollo, "and made this tall bronze column in its place. There is a figure
of a man on it, standing on tiptoe."

"I should think he would blow down in a high wind," said Jennie.

"I don't know why he does not, I am sure," rejoined Rollo. "I wanted to
go up to the top of the column and see how he was fastened there; but
uncle George said he was too tired. So we came away. In fact, I was very
willing to come away, for I saw a great crowd at a certain broad place
on the sidewalk, not