ramatically told by Alexandre Dumas,
in his novel, called 'Une fille du Regent.' The Bretons honoured the
victims as martyrs, and M. de la Villemarque, in his 'Chansons Bretons,'
gives a touching elegy which shows the sympathy excited by the tragic fate
of Poncallec:

"Quand il arriva a Nantes, il fut juge et condamne,
Condamne non par ses pairs,
Mais par des gens tombes de derriere les carrosses.
Ils demanderent a Poncallec:
'Seigneur marquis, qu'avez vous fait?
--Mon devoir; faites notre metier.'
Il est mort, chers pauvres, celui qui vous nourissait,
Qui vous vetissait, qui vous soutenait;
Il est mort celui qui vous aimait, habitants de Berne
Celui qui aimait son pays et qui l'a aime jusqu'a mourir.
Il est mort a vingt-deux ans
Comme meurent les martyrs et les saints;
Que dieu ait pitie de son ame!
Le seigneur est mort {~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~} Ma voix s'eteint, {~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~}
Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit, sois maudit;
Toi qui l'as trahi, sois maudit."

We left Le Faouet and its comfortable primitive inn, the "Lion d'Or," with
much regret; the country around is beautiful, and we had arranged to set
out early that we might cross the Montagnes Noires by daylight; but we
were disappointed in procuring a carriage, and it was not till late in the
afternoon that we were able to leave in a diligence, of which the coupe
alone was reserved to us, the interior being occupied by Breton farmers,
returning from a horse-fair. From the elevated wooded ground of Le Faouet,
the road makes a precipitous descent, and crosses the little stream of
Moulin-au-duc, after which it again rises, in a winding direction, along
the side of a mountain with a valley and little stream beneath. Then a
rapid descent brought us to Gourin, where we would gladly have risked
staying the night, and waited till morning to pursue our road over the
mountains, but we had paid our fare to Carhaix. Up hill and down again,
like all the roads in mountainous Finistere, from Gourin we ascended again
and passed a crest of the Montagnes Noires, which separates the three
departments of Finistere, Morbihan, and Cotes-du-Nord; and proceeded
through a valley to Carhaix, where we arrived at midnight, and therefore
had no opportunity of seeing the beauties of the mountain scenery.

Carhaix is a dirty, unpaved, dull town of the middle ages, mu