wherein the murdered Scott had been so brutally done to death.  On the bare flag-staff in the fort the Union Jack was once more hoisted, and from the battery found in the square a royal salute of twenty-one guns told to settler and savage that the man who had been “elevated by the grace of Providence and the suffrage of his fellow-citizens to the highest position the Government of his country” had been ignominiously expelled from his high position.  Still even in his fall we must not be too hard upon him.  Vain, ignorant, and conceited though he was, he seemed to have been an implicit believer in his mission; nor can it be doubted that he possessed a fair share of courage too—­courage not of the Red River type, which is a very peculiar one, but more in accordance with our European ideas of that virtue.

That he meditated opposition cannot be doubted.  The muskets cast away by his guard were found loaded; ammunition had been served from the magazine on the morning of the flight.  But muskets and ammunition are not worth much without hands and hearts to use them, and twenty hands with perhaps an aggregate of two and a half hearts among them were all he had to depend on at the last moment.  The other members of his government appear to have been utterly devoid of a single redeeming quality.  The Hon. W. B. O’Donoghue was one of those miserable beings who seem to inherit the Vices of every calling and nationality to which they can claim a kindred.  Educated for some semi-clerical profession which he abandoned for the more congenial trade of treason rendered apparently secure by distance, he remained in garb the cleric, while he plundered his prisoners and indulged in the fashionable pastime of gambling with purloined property and racing with confiscated horses—­a man whose revolting countenance at once suggested the hulks and prison garb, and who, in any other land save America, would probably long since have reached the convict level for which nature destined him.  Of the other active member of the rebel council—­Adjutant-General the Hon. Lepine—­it is unnecessary to say much.  He seems to have possessed all the vices of the Metis without any of his virtues or noble traits.  A strange ignorance, quite in keeping with the rest of the Red River rebellion, seems to have existed among the members of the Provisional Government to the last moment with regard to the approach of the Expedition.  It is said that it was only the bugle-sound of the skirmishers that finally convinced M. Riel of the proximity of the troops, and this note, utterly unknown in Red River, followed quickly by the arrival in hot haste of the Hudson Bay official, whose deprecatory language has been already alluded to, completed the terror of the rebel government, inducing a retreat so hasty, that the breakfast of Government House was found untouched.  Thus that tempest in the tea-cup, the revolt of Red River, found a fitting conclusion in the President’s untasted tea.  A wild scene of drunkenness and