of a Catholic mob apparently led by the monk who
had been plotting before the first voyage, with Villegagnon. The
voyage proceeds well but the five French ships were attacked by five
Portuguese, whom they routed except for one, which they captured. They
were unable to shut up the shot-holes in her, and she sinks. On arrival
in Brazil they set her passengers and crew ashore in a Portuguese-held
part of the territory, and continue to their settlement in the bay of
Rio. Thereafter the story gets more and more exciting, and we hope that
you will read it for yourself.

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VILLEGAGNON, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE TWO COUSINS.

"And what brought you to France, fair cousin?"

The question was put by a beautiful girl scarcely yet verging on
womanhood to a fine intelligent youth, two or three years her senior, as
they paced slowly on together through the gardens of the Louvre on the
banks of the Seine, flowing at that period bright and clear amid fields
and groves. Before them rose the stately palace lately increased and
adorned by Henry the Second, the then reigning monarch of France, with
its lofty towers, richly carved columns, and numerous rows of windows
commanding a view over the city on one side, and across green fields and
extensive forests, and far up and down the river on the other.

The walk along which the young people were proceeding was shaded by tall
trees, the thick boughs of which kept off the rays of the sun, shining
brightly on the gay flowers and glittering fountains, seen in the open
space beyond them.

The young girl had the air and manner of a grown-up person, with that
perfect self-possession which seems natural to those brought up in the
atmosphere of a court.

Her companion's manner formed a contrast to hers; but though evidently
not at all at his ease, as a brave man does when called upon to
encounter danger, he had braced himself up to face those he might have
to meet, who would, he naturally felt, look down on him on account of
his travel-stained dress, his Scottish accent, and rustic appearance.

"In truth, Cousin Mary, I left Scotland as many of our countrymen are
compelled to do, to seek my fortune abroad, and have come with letters
of introduction to several noblemen and others; among them to Admiral
Coligny, my father's old comrade in arms. Our castle is well-nigh in
ruins, and my estate yields sc