rules relating to the application of Article 1830 of the penal code, providing for the punishment of tramps.  In his conference with the Minister of the Interior he ratified the order concerning the collection of taxes in arrears, signed the order settling what measures should be taken in regard to the persecution of religious dissenters, and also one providing for the continuance of martial law in those provinces where it had already been established.  With the Minister of War he arranged for the nomination of a new Corps Commander for the raising of recruits, and for punishment of breach of discipline.  These things kept him occupied till dinner-time, and even then his freedom was not complete.  A number of high officials had been invited to dinner, and he was obliged to talk to them:  not in the way he felt disposed to do, but according to what he was expected to say.  At last the tiresome dinner was over, and the guests departed.

The young Tsar heaved a sigh of relief, stretched himself and retired to his apartments to take off his uniform with the decorations on it, and to don the jacket he used to wear before his accession to the throne.  His young wife had also retired to take off her dinner-dress, remarking that she would join him presently.

When he had passed the row of footmen who were standing erect before him, and reached his room; when he had thrown off his heavy uniform and put on his jacket, the young Tsar felt glad to be free from work; and his heart was filled with a tender emotion which sprang from the consciousness of his freedom, of his joyous, robust young life, and of his love.  He threw himself on the sofa, stretched out his legs upon it, leaned his head on his hand, fixed his gaze on the dull glass shade of the lamp, and then a sensation which he had not experienced since his childhood,—­the pleasure of going to sleep, and a drowsiness that was irresistible—­suddenly came over him.

“My wife will be here presently and will find me asleep.  No, I must not go to sleep,” he thought.  He let his elbow drop down, laid his cheek in the palm of his hand, made himself comfortable, and was so utterly happy that he only felt a desire not to be aroused from this delightful state.

And then what happens to all of us every day happened to him—­he fell asleep without knowing himself when or how.  He passed from one state into another without his will having any share in it, without even desiring it, and without regretting the state out of which he had passed.  He fell into a heavy sleep which was like death.  How long he had slept he did not know, but he was suddenly aroused by the soft touch of a hand upon his shoulder.

“It is my darling, it is she,” he thought.  “What a shame to have dozed off!”