which can be formed for the release of our monarch, and the rescue of France from the horde of villains who have filled it with rebellion.”  All fully accorded with the sentiment.  “The captivity of the king,” said he, “is the result of errors which none could have anticipated ten days since.  The plan decided on by the council of officers, of which I was one, was the formation of a camp on the frontier, to which his majesty and the princes should repair, summon the chief authorities of the kingdom, and there provide for the general safety with a deliberation which was impossible in Paris.  I was sent off at midnight to take the command of the District of the Loire.  I found myself there at the head of ten regiments, in the highest order, and, as I thought, of the highest loyalty.  I addressed them and was received with shouts of Vive le Roi!  I gave an addition of pay to the troops, and a banquet to the officers.  A note was handed to me, as I took my seats at the head of the table.  It simply contained the words, ‘You are betrayed.’  I read it aloud in contempt, and was again answered by shouts of Vive le Roi!  While we were in the midst of our conviviality, a volley was fired in at the windows, and the streets of Nantz were in uproar—­the whole garrison had mutinied.  The officers were still loyal:  but what was to be done?  We rushed out with drawn swords.  On our first appearance in the porch of the hotel, a platoon posted in front, evidently for our massacre, levelled by word of command, and fired deliberately into the midst of us.  Several were killed on the spot, and many wounded.  Some rushed forward, and some retreated into the house.  I was among those who forced their way through the crowd, and before I had struggled to the end of the long street, the cry of ‘fire’ made me look round—­the hotel was in a blaze.  The rabble had set it on flame.  It was this, probably that saved me, by distracting their attention.  I made my way to the chateau of the Count de Travancour, whose son had been on my staff at the Invalides.  But the family were in Paris, and the only inhabitants were servants.  I had received a musket-ball in my arm, and was faint with loss of blood.  Still, I was determined to remain at my post, and not quit my district as long as any thing could be done.  But I had scarcely thrown myself, in weariness and vexation, on a sofa, when a servant rushed into the room with the intelligence, that a band of men with torches were approaching the chateau.  To defend it with a garrison of screaming women was hopeless; and while I stood considering what to do next, we heard the crash of the gates.  The whole circle instantly fell on their knees before me, and implored that I should save their lives and my own, by making my escape.  A courageous Breton girl undertook to be my guide to the stables, and we set out under a shower of prayers for our safety.  But, as we wound our way along the last corridor, I saw the crowd of soldiers and