the celebrated chemist Fourcroy-a bust of marble; Van-Spaendonck, painter of flowers; Tarchi, an Italian musician; Messier, a distinguished astronomer; Bernardin de St Pierre, author of Paul and Virginia, and other works; Gretry, the celebrated music composer; Aignan, translator of Homer; the celebrated Delille, surnamed the French Virgil-a plain tomb of large dimensions surrounded by palisades, and bearing no inscription but his name; the Marquis de Boufflers, author of several esteemed works-an obelisk surmounted by an urn; the celebrated Talma—a plain monument without inscription; Madame Blanchard, who perished, July 6, 1819, by her balloon taking fire; Persius and Nicolo, celebrated composers; Volney-a pyramid; Valentin Haüy, who taught the blind to read by means of characters in wood; Marshal Kellermann; Caulaincourt, Duke de Vicenze-a column of white marble; the Abbé Sicard, director of the deaf and dumb school; Marshal Davoust—a pyramid of granite; Marshal Lefebvre-a magnificent sarcophagus of white marble, with two figures of Fame crowning the bust of the marshal in relief, a serpent, the emblem of immortality, encircling his sword, and the inscriptions, 'Soldat, Marshal Duc de Dantzick, Pair de France; Fleurus, AvantGarde, Passage du Rhin, Alterkirken, Dantzick, Montmirail;' Marshal Masséna, Prince of Essling-a pyramid of white marble; General Foy-a superb monument erected by national subscription, consisting of a massive sepulchral chapel surmounted by a temple, in which is seen a statue of the general in the act of addressing the Chamber of Deputies; the Marchioness de Beauharnais, sister-in-law of the Empress Josephine, and mother of Madame Lavalette; Quintin Craufurd, a Scotch gentleman, celebrated for his love of the arts, sciences, and letters-—an antique chapel; Molière a sarcophagus of stone, supported by four columns, and surmounted by a vase; La Fontaine, the fabulist-a cenotaph crowned by a fox in black marble; the celebrated astronomer Laplace-a tomb of white marble, from which rises an obelisk surmounted by an urn, and the inscriptions, 'Mécanique

Celeste, Système du Monde, Probabilités;' the Baron Dupin, the celebrated French statistical writer. But it is quite impossible to give anything like a catalogue of the tombs of distinguished individuals in this extraordinary cemetery. I noticed the monuments of many of those sculptors, painters, authors, dramatists, statesmen, and generals, whose names are familiar in this country, which it would require several pages to describe. Along the brow of the rising ground there is a broad cross avenue, from which a most delightful prospect may be obtained of the city, and the richly-wooded hills of St Cloud and Sevres beyond. At this spot, and facing down the central avenue to the gateway, stands a handsomely-built chapel in the Grecian style, with a flight of steps leading to the interior, and surmounted by a white marble cross. Curiosity induced me to look into this edifice, which was open at the time of my visit, and I perceived that it was furnished with an altar, at which a solitary priest was performing some kind of religious ceremony-perhaps a mass for the dead. The audience consisted of three old women, kneeling, as usual, on rush-bottomed chairs.

I do not imagine that any stranger, however austere, can wander through the shady and melancholy groves of Père la Chaise without having the harsher feelings of his nature softened, and his mind improved. There is a charm in these secluded alleys among the tombs—in this city of the dead-which is calculated to refine our hearts -to meliorate our prejudices. Here talent, virtue, and energy of character have their posthumous reward: here repose the ashes of the honoured dead-of all that was bright and glorious: here also does affectionate remembrance find scope for the overflowing of its grief: here may the stranger see-and see with comfort and satisfaction what is effected to perpetuate the recollec tion of both great and small. It is pleasing to know that this interesting burial-ground has formed a model for a new class of cemeteries in England, which it is needless to say are an immense improvement on the old and generally overcrowded town churchyards.

REMARKABLE RESCUE FROM A MINE.

On the 2d of May 1818, a number of colliers were working in the Quarrelton coal-mine near Paisley, when a stroke from one of their pickaxes suddenly opened a passage for a vast quantity of water which had been collected in a neighbouring pit, long since disused. A large stream immediately poured into the place where they were working, sweeping everything before it with the violence of a rapid and swollen river. The men fled with precipitation, and, crying aloud, sent the alarm through the pit. Struggling with the growing force of the stream, which threatened to hurry them along with it, and, in the confusion, having most of their lights dashed from their hands, all rushed instinctively towards the bottom of the pit. Out of twenty, thirteen reached the bucket, and were drawn up; one of whom, so narrow was their escape, had been twice thrown down by the violence of the current. Seven of the men were yet in the pit, but the water soon rose above the mouth of the mine, and their communication with it was cut off. For these the most lively concern was immediately felt by their companions; and the progress of the water was anxiously observed. The engine connected with the pump was set in motion; but although the quantity it drew up was immense, yet the water for some time rather increased than diminished. The only way in which they could assist their unfortunate fellow-workmen seemed to fail them; but they consoled themselves with the hope that they might have escaped to a higher part of the pit, an upper tier of rooms, which they knew to be still above the reach of the water.

The knowledge of this fatal accident was by this time rapidly spreading over the country; and as it passed from village to village, and cottage to cottage, excited in every breast a feeling of mingled sympathy and horror. Crowds were soon seen gathering from every quarter towards the

spot, and relating to each other, as they went, the numerous reports which now began to circulate; and, on reaching the pit, they seemed to look with awe on a spot which covered human beings, thus shut out from the world, and apparently cut off from all human aid. The colliers of the village also, as evening advanced, were seen collected in groups, listening to the expression of each other's feelings, and devising plans for rescuing their fellow-workmen from their miserable situation. With the accuracy not uncommon to the labouring class of our countrymen, they considered the size of the rooms in which the men might be supposed to have taken refuge, the quantity of air which these could contain, and the time it might support them, and the probability of their having any food in the pit. It was soon suggested that a little above the surface of the water, which had now ceased to rise, a mine might be driven, so as to reach these higher rooms in a certain time-namely, six or seven days. The execution of this plan, so promising and well conceived, was unfortunately delayed, from not unreasonable apprehensions of danger by the closing in of the mine, and the explosion of the damp air; and there was but too much reason to fear that the unhappy objects of their pursuit would have perished before they could reach the spot. The men, too, were dejected and spiritless at the frightful fate of their companions. The work was not therefore begun till two days had been suffered to elapse, which, in calculating the probability of success, were to be added to the unfavourable side. At this time the workmen at the neighbouring pit of Auchlodmont offered their assistance to the Quarrelton colliers, and the mine was begun. Two men only could work at a time; they were taken from the two sets of colliers alternately, and, without intermission or abatement of exertion, they plied the work night and day. All eagerly looked to the period in which the mine was to be completed. Despair had begun to predominate, when, on the morning of the 12th, the glad tidings were heard that the mine was finished, and that two of the men were alive. These were brothers of the name of Hodgart, who

had fondly clung to each other during the whole of their confinement. To add to the interesting scene of their deliverance, their father went down into the mine just before it was dug through, heard their voice, and was so overpowered that he had to be carried up; happily removed from witnessing the difficulties which were yet to be encountered.

By this time, according to a narrative of the circumstances, prepared by the colliers themselves, the damp or bad air had put out their lights; and as Bowie was advancing forward, the damp seized him before he could get hold of any of them, and he returned back to get breath. Allan immediately stripped off his coat and vest, and went forward, in desperation, but was also obliged to return, and with difficulty escaped with his life, and had to be helped out to the fresh air, when he said he was sorry he had heard them, for he doubted their lives would go yet. Patrick and Bowie then called out to them to come forward, for they could not come to them. By this time Peter Barr came to their assistance, and the two Hodgarts, creeping towards Patrick and Bowie, and Patrick and Bowie rushing forward towards them, succeeded in laying hold of the hand of William Hodgart, and brought him into the mine, while his brother, who was left behind, cried with a lamentable voice for help. Barr, Patrick, and Bowie, rushed again forward, and James Hodgart creeping to meet them, they succeeded in getting hold of him also, and brought him into the mine beside his brother. By this time it was about four o'clock in the morning, and after resting a little, and getting the good air to breathe, Patrick, Bowie, and Barr, asked them how they had supported themselves for meat; when they told that they had got a little oatmeal bread in one of the men's pockets who had escaped, and a little oil they had for light and being asked if they knew anything about the rest who were enclosed along with them, they said there were none in their company, except Alexander Barr, and they supposed he was dead two days ago. They also said that they heard the engine going all the time,