wounds.  Next day the Cevennes were everywhere in revolt.  A prophet named Seguier was at the head of the insurrection.  He was soon made prisoner.  “How dost thou expect me to treat thee?” asked his judge.  “As I would have treated thee, had I caught thee,” answered the prophet.  He was burned alive in the public square of Pont-de-Montvert, a mountain burgh.  “Where do you live?” he had been asked at his examination.  “In the desert,” he replied, “and soon in heaven.”  He exhorted the people from the midst of the flames.  The insurrection went on spreading.  “Say not, What can we do? we are so few; we have no arms!” said another prophet, named Laporte.  “The Lord of hosts is our strength!  We will intone the battle-psalms, and, from the Lozere to the sea, Israel shall arise!  And, as for arms, have we not our axes?  They will beget muskets!” The plain rose like the mountain.  Baron St. Comes, an early convert, and colonel of the militia, was assassinated near Vauvert; murders multiplied; the priests were especially the object of the revolters’ vengeance.  They assembled under the name of Children of God, and marched under the command of two chiefs, one, named Roland, who formerly served under Catinat, and the other, a young man, whiles a baker and whiles a shepherd, who was born in the neighborhood of Anduze, and whose name has remained famous.  John Cavalier was barely eighteen when M. de Baville launched his brother-in-law, the Count of Broglie, with a few troops upon the revolted Cevenols.  The Catholic peasants called them Camisards, the origin of which name has never been clearly ascertained.  M. de Broglie was beaten; the insurrection, which was entirely confined to the populace, disappeared all at once in the woods and rocks of the country, to burst once more unexpectedly upon the troops of the king.  The great name of Lamoignon shielded Baville; Chamillard had for a long while concealed from Louis XIV. the rising in the Cevennes.  He never did know all its gravity.  “It is useless,” said Madame de Maintenon, “for the king to trouble himself with all the circumstances of this war; it would not cure the mischief, and would do him much.”  “Take care,” wrote Chamillard to Baville, on superseding the Count of Broglie by Marshal Montrevel, “not to give this business the appearance of a serious war.”  The rumor of the insurrection in Languedoc, however, began to spread in Europe.  Conflagrations, murders, executions in cold blood or in the heat of passion, crimes on the part of the insurgents, as well as cruelties on the part of judges and generals, succeeded one another uninterruptedly, without the military authorities being able to crush a revolt that it was impossible to put down by terror or punishments.  “I take it for a fact,” said a letter to Chamillard from M. de Julien, an able captain of irregulars, lately sent into Languedoc to aid the Count of Broglie, “that there are not in this district forty who are real