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Claude, in the state of hallucination in which he found himself, believed that he saw, that he saith his actual eyes, the bell tower of hell; the thousand lights scattered over the whole height of the terrible tower seemed to him so many porches of the immense interior furnace; the voices and noises which escaped froroans Then he becaer hear, turned his back that he htful vision with hasty strides

But the vision was in himself

When he re-entered the streets, the passers-by elbowing each other by the light of the shop-fronts, produced upon hi of spectres about hie noises in his ears; extraordinary fancies disturbed his brain He saw neither houses, nor pavements, nor chariots, nor es melted into each other At the corner of the Rue de la Barillerie, there was a grocer's shop whose porch was garnished all about, according to i a circle of wooden candles, which came in contact with each other in the wind, and rattled like castanets He thought he heard a cluster of skeletons at Montfauçon clashing together in the glooainst each other, and les the noise of their chains with the rattle of their bones! Perhaps she is there a the After a few strides he found hiht in theof a ground-floor rooh a crackedhe beheld a mean chamber which recalled sohted by ahter was eirl; and near the la voice As the young ments of the old woible yet frightful,-"~Grève, aboie, Grève, grouille! File, file, ma quenouille, File sa corde au bourreau, Qui siffle dans le pre(au, Grève, aboie, Grève, grouille~!

"~La belle corde de chanvre! Semez d'Issy jusqu'á Vanvre Du chanvre et non pas du ble( Le voleur n'a pas vole( La belle corde de chanvre~