The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-04-22 00:00:00

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Ten Minutes' Advice to every Person going to Choose a
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The Grand Junction Railway, and its Connection with the
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the railway and branches between here and Birminghnm,
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(For Me Liverpool Standard.)
THE TAILOR OF PARIS
(From the French.)

BY JAMES STONEHOUSE

(Concluded from the Standard of the 25th March)
CHAPTER V.—THE DUNGEON AT VINCENNES.

Poor Jacques Rifole sank almost annihilated, into a chair,
which fortunately happened to be near him. But for its
support he would have measured his length on the floor.
" A prisoner ! in the hands of gendarmerie !—by order of
the minister—with most severe injunctions—and for what?
soliloquised the unhappy tailor. What could have changed
all at once the gracious reception of the Duc d'Otranto ?
In what could Rifole have displeased him ? He seems
gravely accused. All ! without knowing it, he must have
been wanting in the laws of etiquette. It must have been
for this reason that Monseigneur has torn up the measure of
the coat with such visible tokens of bad humour and agita-
tion. "My goodness ! " thought Rifole, " what will be the
upshot of all this ? and what will be the denouement of an
affair which commences so terribly ? "
The next moment hope glided to the heart of the poor
Tournese! Le Pere Lombois had often spoken to him of
the facetious humour of Fouche in other times, and detailed
his taste for mystifications. All this, thought Rifole, is a
frolic.

While the poor tailor was thus balanced between fancies
and suppositions the most absurd and alarming, the officer
of gendarmerie, who had never ceased to keep his eyes upon
his prisoner, received a despatch: he tore away the envelope.
When he had read the contents of the paper contained in it,
he gave his orders in a low tone of voice to his men, and
made a sign to Rifole to follow him. - Rifole obeyed, believ-
ing that the Minister of Police, after amusing himself with
his fright, had given orders to set him at liberty. Alas ! poor
Rifole, one of the gendarmes seized him roughly by the
collar, while another invested him with a pair of iron thumb
screws. When the fingers of the tailor were imprisoned in
the instruments of torture, he was hurried to a chaise which
wa, in waiting at the entrance of one of the courts of the
hotel. He was hoisted in it, and immediately driven off in
the midst of an escort of ten mounted ehasseurs and four
gendarmes. At the head rode the officer under whose re-

sponsibility the captive was placed. The post-chaise took
the road of the Rue Montmartre. Rifol6 thought they were
driving him home, for he obstinately clung to the one idea,
which appeared to him most likely, and which occurred to
him on his arrest that it was a mystification of Fouche's,
whose frolicsome and jovial humour before mentioned had
caused many droll recollections of the college at Joigny.

The coach passed rapidly by the shop of the tailor; hardly
had he time to perceive it, when Agatha, who was watching
the return of her husband, stood at the door way. He would
have called to her, attracted her attention, and made himself
noticed by her, but the two Agents of Police, who had been
allotted to him as companions, harshly pulled him back in
the carriage.

Itifole ssw by turns the Boulivard, la Place de la Bastille,
le Faubourg St. Antoine and la Barriere du Trone disappear
behind him. The post-chaise then passed swiftly across the
drawbridge of Vincennes, and the next moment stopped in
the interior of the fortress.

The priioner descended, and was handed over to the go-
vernor. This functionary passed him over to a gaoler, who
searched him, depriving him in so doing of a portion of his
garments. Satisfied that the redoubtable prisoner had no
deadly weapon—save scissors and needle—he was permitted
to re-dress himself. The toilette of Rifol6 having termi-
nated, he was next compelled to walk up two hundred steps
of a narrow and winding staircase. This stone screw termi-

The gaoler made a sign to the tailor to enter, after which
the door was closed upon him, with a double turn of the
huge lock : three enormous bolts then grated in their iron
When they were shut, Rifoh could hear the steps of
and repassing the threshold. . . .

a sentinel passin,

Agatha herself would have been puzzled to recognise in the
pale and woe-stricken prisoner who thusinhabited the dungeon,
-•• • A

anxiety and terror of the unfortunate tailor had arrived at
their highest pitch. Feverish and shivering, by turns, he
ran round his cell like a wild beast in a cage, searching the

walls, and trying to look abroad through-the loop-holes.
But the pent house of wood prevented him seeing anything
but the sky, and that was but through the little cleft in two
planks which were beginning to be disjointed.
The morning, afternoon, evening, and night slowly crept
away without Rifole learning the reason of his arrest, and
the fate that was destined for him.