From Reveilion's Paper-warehouse there, in the Rue St.Antoine (a noted Warehouse),--the new Montgolfier air-ship launches itself.

Ducks and poultry are borne skyward: but now shall men be borne.

(October and November, 1783.) Nay, Chemist Charles thinks of hydrogen and glazed silk.

Chemist Charles will himself ascend, from the Tuileries Garden; Montgolfier solemnly cutting the cord.

By Heaven, he also mounts, he and another?
Ten times ten thousand hearts go palpitating; all tongues are mute with wonder and fear; till a shout, like the voice of seas, rolls after him, on his wild way.