A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the ston

A shrill sound of laughter and of amused voices - voices of men, women, and children - resounded in the street while this wine game lasted. There was little roughness in the sport, and much playfulnes

And now that the cloud settled on Saint Antoine, which a momentary gleam had driven from his sacred countenance, the darkness of it was heavy - cold, dirt, sickness, ignorance, and want, were the lord