prison till after the death of Charles the Bold.  To the memorable insurrection of Ghent, in the time of the Lady Mary, he owed his liberty.  The insurgent citizens took him from prison, and caused him to lead them in their foray against Tournay.  Beneath the walls of that city he was slain, and buried under its cathedral.  And now as if his offence had not been sufficiently atoned for by the loss of his ancestral honors, his captivity, and his death, the earth, after the lapse of nearly a century, had cast him forth from her bosom.  There, once more beneath the sunlight, amid a ribald crew of a later generation which had still preserved the memory of his sin, lay the body of the more than parricide, whom “excellent spices” had thus preserved from corruption, only to be the mark of scorn and demoniac laughter.

A large assemblage of rioters, growing in numbers as they advanced, swept over the province of Tournay, after accomplishing the sack of the city churches.  Armed with halberds, hammers, and pitchforks, they carried on the war, day after day, against the images.  At the convent of Marchiennes, considered by contemporaries the most beautiful abbey in all the Netherlands, they halted to sing the ten commandments in Marot’s verse.  Hardly had the vast chorus finished the precept against graven images;

          Taiiler ne to feras imaige
          De quelque chose que ce soit,
          Sy bonneur luy fail on hommaige,
          Bon Dieu jalousie en recoit,

when the whole mob seemed seized with sudden madness.  Without waiting to complete the Psalm, they fastened upon the company of marble martyrs, as if they had possessed sensibility to feel the blows inflicted.  In an hour they had laid the whole in ruins.

Having accomplished this deed, they swept on towards Anchin.  Here, however, they were confronted by the Seigneur de la Tour, who, at the head of a small company of peasants, attacked the marauders and gained a complete victory.  Five or six hundred of them were slain, others were drowned in the river and adjacent swamps, the rest were dispersed.  It was thus proved that a little more spirit upon the part of the orderly portion of the inhabitants, might have brought about a different result than the universal image-breaking.

In Valenciennes, “the tragedy,” as an eye-witness calls it, was performed upon Saint Bartholomew’s day.  It was, however, only a tragedy of statues.  Hardly as many senseless stones were victims as there were to be living Huguenots sacrificed in a single city upon a Bartholomew which was fast approaching.  In the Valenciennes massacre, not a human being was injured.