beth, the dauphin, and young princess, came down to review the national guard. A few of the soldiers cried, vive le roi. I was at a window, looking upon the garden; and I saw some of the artillery men leave their ranks, and approaching the king, clench their fists in his face, with the most insulting language, before the attendants could repulse them. The king was as pale as death. The royal family then returned to the castle, and the queen said to me, that all was lost; that the king had shewn no personal firmness, and that the review had done more harm than good.

'I was standing in the billiard room with my companions, when M. d'Hervilly appeared with a drawn sword in his hand, and called upon the servant in attendance to admit the nobility of France. About two hundred persons entered this room, which was the one next to that where the family were; and other persons occupied the rooms adjoining. Some of these were, in fact, noblemen, others had but slight pretensions on the score of birth, but gave proofs on this occasion of real nobility. All were badly armed, and some in so ludicrous a manner, that even at this disastrous moment, the rest, with true French levity, could not help smiling at their expense. One of the king's equerries, and a page, were armed with the two legs of a pair of tongs, which they had found in the anti-chamber, and separated. The best provided had only swords and pistols. At this time the insurgents were swarming in troops from all the suburbs, armed with pikes and cutlasses, and filled the Place de Carousel, and all the neighboring streets. The bloody Marseillais were in front, with their cannon pointed at the castle. At this extremity, the king's council sent M. de Joly, the minister of justice, to the Assembly to demand a deputation of the members for the protection of the king's person. The Assembly passed to the order of the day.

"At eight o'clock the officers of justice came to the Tuilleries, and M. Roederer, the attorney general, finding that the guard within the palace were ready to join the assailants without, requested a private interview with the king. The queen was also present. He then told them, that they, with their family and attendants, must inevitably perish, unless they took refuge immediately in the hall of the National Assembly. The queen made some opposition at first, but the attorney reminded her, that she was assuming the responsibility of her own life, and that of every body in the palace, and she said no more. The king then consented to go to the Assembly. As he went out, he said to the ministers, and others about him, "Come, gentlemen, there is nothing more to be done here.” The queen, on leaving the king's cabinet, said to me, "Wait in my apartment, where I will meet you; if not, I will send for you to meet me, God knows where."

'I leave it to the historian to describe the public events of this memorable day, and shall only mention some of the fearful scenes that were exhibited within the palace, after the king left it. The assailants did not know of the king's departure, nor did the guard on the other side of the castle. Had this fact been known, the siege would not probably have taken place.

'The Marseillais at first drove from their posts several soldiers of the Swiss guard, who made no resistance, and they even shot some of them. This proceeding roused the indignation of the officers, and they ordered a battalion to fire. The assailants retreated for a moment, but soon returned with fresh fury. The Swiss, who were only eight hundred in number, retired into the palace. The mob immediately commenced an attack upon the building, and soon succeeded in forcing a passage into it with their cannon. The Swiss were nearly all massacred, as were also a great part of the noblemen, in attendance. The assassins finally arrived at the door of the queen's apartment, where several ladies were assembled. These would probably have all perished, had not a soldier arrived at that moment, with orders from Pétion to spare the women. I was myself exposed, by accident, to a still more imminent danger than any of the others. At the moment when the mob were about entering the queen's apartment, I looked round for my sister, and not seeing her in the confusion of the moment, although she was there, I went up stairs into another room, where I supposed she must have taken refuge; intending to persuade her to come down, that we might be together. I did not find her in this room, where there was no one, excepting our two chamber maids, and one of the queen's two heydukes, a fellow of enormous stature, and a truly martial aspect. He was sitting on a bed, and looked very pale. I said to him, "Take care of yourself; the footmen, and our servants have made their escape already." "I cannot," replied the man, "I am dead with fright." While he was uttering these words, a troop of the assailants rushed hastily up stairs, and into the room. They fell at once upon this man, and I saw him murdered.

'I flew to the stairs, followed by the women, and the assassins left the heyduke to pursue us. The stair case was very narrow, and the women who were behind me, throwing themselves at the feet of their pursuers, and seizing their sabres, kept them at bay for a moment. One of them had just reached me, and I felt his hand grasping the top of my dress behind, when some one cried from below, What are you doing up there? The horrible fellow, who was about to massacre me, answered with a hem! the sound of which I shall never forget. The other voice added, Do not kill the women. I was kneeling, and my executioner then released me,

saying, Get up, you jade, and thank the nation for your life. The coarseness of his language did not prevent me from feeling a sentiment of inexpressible pleasure, arising as much from the love of life, as from the thoughts of seeing my son and friends again. A moment before, I did not think so much of death, as of the pain which I was about to suffer. It is not often that any one is so near dying and escapes. I can add, that my senses were all in complete activity, and that I heard every thing the assassin said, as if I had been an unconcerned spectator.'

Madame Campan, after giving these details, proceeds to relate the farther particulars of her escape, and of her meeting with the queen in the convent, where the royal family were lodged until they were transferred to the temple; but we have no room for any more extracts or remarks. We strongly recommend the work to all, who may have an opportunity of reading it, as one of the most authentic, judicious, and interesting publications, that have yet appeared on the subject of which it treats.

ART. II.-Collections, Topographical, Historical, and Biographical, relating principally to New Hampshire. Vol. I. Concord, N. H. Hill & Moore, 1822.

THE object of this work, the publication of which commenced two years ago, is to collect and examine the accounts of Indian wars; to present before the public whatever may be found remarkable concerning them; to give topographical and civil sketches of different towns in New Hampshire; and to preserve, in an authenticated and durable form, biographical notices of the eminent men of that state.

This design is of a nature fitted to secure the approbation of all persons, who feel an interest in antiquarian pursuits, who wish to see the transmission of early records, and preserve the long remembrance of early deeds. It is pleasant to dwell on the memory of the past; it is natural for men to look back on the sources of time, and in the lives of their ancestry, more than anywhere else, to seek for the developement of the principles of our nature, and to mark the conduct of those, who now exist only in the recollections of their descendants, as they were situated in times of difficulty, and New Series, No. 17.

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in seasons of trial and suffering. It is a duty clearly incumbent on the citizens of our republic, to do what they can to elucidate our early history. It is but a few years since our soil was burdened with impenetrable forests; it is but a short time since the savage wandered in their dusky shades, and with his yells disturbed the cottages of the intrepid settlers. Many things may yet be learnt in respect to those times, which are treasured up in the memory of aged people, who will soon be no more. Whatever may be gained from such people, or from the voice of tradition, must be secured soon, or the opportunity will be past. That the object, therefore, of this publication should be approved, might be expected; we wish, that publications with a similar object might be started in other states. We owe it to ourselves, and to the memory of our ancestors, to collect and preserve, if possible, every thing that relates to their deeds and characters, their sufferings and perilous situations.

Historical studies have been cultivated with perhaps as great a degree of spirit and interest in New Hampshire, as in almost any state in the Union. The late President Wheelock was a man of great historical research, and the enterprising and lamented Brown, his successor in the Dartmouth Institution, gave every encouragement in his power to studies of that kind. The History of New Hampshire, in three volumes, written by Dr Belknap, formerly pastor of the Congregational society in Dover of that state, is a classical work, which exhibits everywhere proofs of great care, labor, and purity of taste. One of the recent chief magistrates of New Hampshire has devoted a great portion of a long and laborious life to historical pursuits; and, as we have reason to suppose, with no inconsiderable success. We notice in the Collections, named at the head of this article, a Memoir of Dr Belknap. That distinguished scholar and historian was born in Boston, June 4th, 1744. He entered Harvard University at fourteen years of age, and was graduated in the year 1762. While in college, he attracted attention for his zeal in classical studies, the fertility of his imagination, and the correctness and seriousness of his deportment. He was settled in Dover, as a colleague with the Rev. Jonathan Cushing, February 18th, 1767. Besides the History of New Hampshire, he wrote the Foresters, an American Tale; American Biography, in two volumes; a Discourse, at the

request of the Massachusetts Historical Society; several Essays, Sermons, and Theological Dissertations, published at different times; and he also prepared a collection of Psalms and Hymns, which is now used in many Congregational churches.

Among the accounts, which have appeared in the Historical Collections, the narration of the contest with the savages, commonly called Lovewell's Fight, is peculiarly interesting. The story of Lovewell's Fight is one of the nursery tales of New Hampshire; there is hardly a person that lives in the eastern and northern part of the state, but has heard the incidents of that fearful encounter repeated from infancy. It was in April of 1725, that Captain John Lovewell, of Dunstable, Massachusetts, with thirty four men, fought a famous Indian chief, named Paugus, at the head of about eighty savages, near the shores of a pond in Pequackett. Lovewell's men were determined either to conquer or die, although outnumbered by the Indians more than one half. They fought till Lovewell and Paugus were killed, and all Lovewell's men but nine were either killed or dangerously wounded. The savages having lost, as was supposed, sixty of their number out of eighty, and being convinced of the fierce and determined resolution of their foes, at length retreated, and left them masters of the ground. The scene of this desperate and bloody action, which took place in the town that is now called Fryeburgh, is often visited with interest to this day, and the names both of those who fell, and those who survived, are yet repeated with emotion of grateful exultation. The early contests between the aborigines and our countrymen on the frontier settlements, in which there were commonly but a few engaged, appear to be of but small consequence and little moment, when compared with the intense emotion and vast consequences, connected with the perhaps more civilized, but not more sanguinary encounters in Europe, where tens and hundreds of thousands meet on the fields of death. Still they possess an interest, and it is one of no ordinary kind to those, who have heard them repeated from their early days, or have wandered amid the woods and waters where they happened.

The story of the captivity of Mrs Johnson is written in a plain and neat style, well adapted to the subject, is full of