Now go on, my dear." Josephine picked up her pen again and wrote: Come, my dear Gohier, with your wife, and breakfast with us to-morrow at eight o'clock.

Don't fail, for I have some very interesting things to tell you.
Adieu, my dear Gohier! With the sincerest friendship, Yours, LA PAGERIE-BONAPARTE.
"I wrote to-morrow," exclaimed Josephine.

"Shall I date it the 17th Brumaire ?" "You won't be wrong," said Bonaparte; "there's midnight striking." In fact, another day had fallen into the gulf of time; the clock chimed twelve.

Bonaparte listened gravely and dreamily.

Twenty-four hours only separated him from the solemn day for which he had been scheming for a month, and of which he had dreamed for years.
Let us do now what he would so gladly have done, and spring over those twenty-four hours intervening to the day which history has not yet judged, and see what happened in various parts of Paris, where the events we are about to relate produced an overwhelming sensation..