The cardinal felt a little relieved; he was quits with Coppenole, he also had had his jest applauded.
Now, will those of our readers who possess the power of generalizing an image or an idea, as the expression runs in the style of to-day, permit us to ask them if they have formed a very clear conception of the spectacle presented at this moment, upon which we have arrested their attention, by the vast parallelogram of the grand hall of the palace.
In the middle of the hall, backed against the western wall, a large and magnificent gallery draped with cloth of gold, into which enter in procession, through a small, arched door, grave personages, announced successively by the shrill voice of an usher.

On the front benches were already a number of venerable figures, muffled in ermine, velvet, and scarlet.

Around the dais--which remains silent and dignified--below, opposite, everywhere, a great crowd and a great murmur.

Thousands of glances directed by the people on each face upon the dais, a thousand whispers over each name.

Certainly, the spectacle is curious, and well deserves the attention of the spectators.