recall the Red Man, Napoleon returned to his
cabinet mystified and gloomy, disturbed by his self appointed monitor, and
his predictions. Shortly afterwards, he fought the battle of Waterloo, and
saw the prophecy fulfilled. He could never afterwards wholly divest himself
of the belief that the Man in Red, as he was called by the officers, was an
incarnation of his evil genius."

Before Develour had ceased speaking, a door opened in the the lower part of
the room, and an old man advanced, with a slow but firm step, towards the
two friends. The new-comer appeared to be a man of more than threescore
years and ten, though not a falter in his step, not the slightest curvature
of his lofty figure, evinced the approach of old age. He was a little above
the middle height, lofty in his carriage, and dignified in all his
movements. A high forehead gave an intellectual cast to a countenance
habitually calm and commanding, and to which long flowing silver locks
imparted the look of a patriarch ruler. He was dressed in a velvet
morning-gown, which was confined around his waist by a broad belt of satin,
upon which several formulas in Arabic were worked with silver thread; and
on his feet he had slippers covered with letters similar to those on his
belt. As soon as Develour became aware of his presence, he advanced to meet
him, and said a few words in Arabic; then, introducing his friend, he
continued, in English--"M. Delevert, permit me to make you acquainted with
Mr. Filmot. Nothing but a desire to afford him the pleasure of knowing you,
the friend and admirer of his countrymen and their institutions, could have
induced me to absent myself from my post this morning."

"You are welcome, Mr. Filmot," said M. Delevour, "even at a time when our
good city affords us little opportunity to make it a welcome place to a
stranger."

"On the contrary," replied Filmot, "to an American and a true lover of
liberty, it seems to hold out a very interesting spectacle, if what I have
seen and heard to-day is a fair indication of what is to come."

"Ah," said M. Delevert, with a sad smile, "I fear that the philanthropic
part of your expectations will be doomed to disappointment. But a fearful
lesson will again be read to the oppressors of the people; a lesson which
would have been more effectual if taught a year hence, but which
circumstances prevent us to delay longer. In a few minutes, messengers will
arrive from all parts of the city to report pro