The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-12-12 00:00:00

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He scarcely could have heard this prayer in the midst
of the hootings of the crowd ; but that voice, that sup-
pliant attitude, those features so well and fondly che-
rished in his memory, electrified the young man. He no
longer thought of danger—he forgot the advice of Albert
—and striking his spurs into the sides of his horse, dashed
through the crowd, exclaiming with a loud voice—

" Brother, follow me."
" Stop Fabien, stop," cried Albert, " I command you.'

But Fabien heard him not, and his command was
drowned by the irrepressible tumult which the sudden
attack had caused. The young De Croissi, with sparkling
eyes, nostrils distended by anger, still urged forward his
horse, upsetting all that opposed his progress, dealing
about him heavy blows of his riding whip with surprising
rapidity. One can easily form an idea of the effect which
this unexpected charge produced upon the brawlers and
idlers who crowded the bridge : cries of rage arose on all
sides, but the blows of the whip soon cleared the way,
ma!:ing bloody marks upon the faces of the bystanders;
and this crowd which, a minute ago, was so dense and im-
penetrable, now opened and allowed a free passage to-

le horseman ! Pahien. pro-

first moment of surprize, drov

away, by a

few Well timed blows, the wretches who held the reigns of
the horses, and made a sign to the driver, who, under-
standing at once his intention, struck his horses, which,

springing forward, dragged after them the ponderous ma-
chine, without the people thinking of any thing else than
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ushed in its progress

iced Co effect this deliverance

Some seconds

Fabien hesitated whether to follow those whom he had
just saved ; at the moment the coach was put into motion
be saw Elizabeth from the window make him a sign
with her band. Was it one of thanks ?or an invitation
to accompany her? But reflection warned him, that after
an action such as he had just achieved, he had all to fear
from that mob whom he had braved with so much imuru-

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dence. He would have fled, but such a proceeding was
now impossible. In vain he struck his spurs into his
horse's sides to urge him into a gallop : the poor brute on
which he was mounted, knocked up by the exertions
which his rider had previously exacted from him, instead
of proceeding onwards, neighed sadly, and fell to the
earth with his rider. Fortunately, Fabien was not hurt,
but he was, nevertheless, in extreme jeopardy ; the mob,
which had been intimidated by his bold bearing and de-
termined manner. sprung upon him the moment he was
He had no time to cast his eyes towards

the spot where the carriage was now making its escape ;
but he felt, all at once, an hundred hard hands upon him.
During several minutes he was tossed from one to another
with a terrible violenze : he reeled about like a drunkard
in the midst of the madmen who surrounded him.

" He is a Mazarin!" cried a great butcher. who bore
upon his face a large cut, the mark of Fabien's whip.
" He would control the people of Paris by horsewhipping.
Come! on with him to the river! he is a Mazarian—let