Arenottheseremarkableincidents？ThenextwonderwesawwasthearrivalofasetoftotteringoldInvalids，whotooktheirplacesunderuswithdrawnsabres。Thencameasuperbdrum—major，ahandsomesmilinggood—humoredgiantofaman，hisbreechesastonishinglyembroideredwithsilverlace。Himadozenlittledrummer—boysfollowed——"thelittledarlings！"alltheladiescriedoutinabreath:theywereindeedprettylittlefellows，andcameandstoodcloseunderus:thehugedrum—majorsmiledoverhislittlered—cappedflock，andformanyhoursinthemostperfectcontentmenttwiddledhismoustachesandplayedwiththetasselsofhiscane。
　　Nowthecompanybegantoarrivethickerandthicker。AwholecoveyofConseillers—d'Etatcamein，inbluecoats，embroideredwithbluesilk，thencameacrowdoflawyersintoquesandcaps，amongwhomweresundryvenerableJudgesinscarlet，purplevelvet，andermine——
　　akindofBajazetcostume。Lookthere！thereistheTurkishAmbassadorinhisredcap，turninghissolemnbrownfaceaboutandlookingpreternaturallywise。TheDeputieswalkininabody。
　　Guizotisnotthere:hepassedbyjustnowinfullministerialcostume。PresentlylittleThierssauntersback:whataclear，broadsharp—eyedfacethefellowhas，withhisgrayhaircutdownsodemure！Aservantpasses，pushingthroughthecrowdashabbywheel—
　　chair。IthasjustbroughtoldMonceytheGovernoroftheInvalids，thehonestoldmanwhodefendedParissostoutlyin1814。Hehasbeenveryill，andisworndownalmostbyinfirmities:butinhisillnesshewasperpetuallyasking，"Doctor，shallIlivetillthe15th？Givemetillthen，andIdiecontented。"Onecan'thelpbelievingthattheoldman'swishishonest，howeveronemaydoubtthepietyofanotherillustriousMarshal，whooncecarriedacandlebeforeCharlesX。inaprocession，andhasbeenthismorningtoNeuillytokneelandprayatthefootofNapoleon'scoffin。Hemighthavesaidhisprayersathome，tobesure;butdon'tletusasktoomuch:thatkindofreserveisnotaFrenchman'scharacteristic。
　　Bang——bang！Atabouthalf—pasttwoadullsoundofcannonadingwasheardwithoutthechurch，andsignalstookplacebetweentheCommandantoftheInvalids，oftheNationalGuards，andthebigdrum—major。Lookingtothesetroops（thefatNationalswereshufflingintolineagain）thetwoCommandantstittered，asnearlyasIcouldcatchthem，thefollowingwords——
　　"HARRUMHUMP！"
　　AtoncealltheNationalbayonetswereonthepresent，andthesabresoftheoldInvalidsup。Thebigdrum—majorlookedroundatthechildren，whobeganveryslowlyandsolemnlyontheirdrums，Rub—dub—dub——rub—dub—dub——（counttwobetweeneach）——rub—dub—dub，andagreatprocessionofpriestscamedownfromthealtar。
　　First，therewasatallhandsomecross—bearer，bearingalonggoldcross，ofwhichthefrontwasturnedtowardshisgracetheArchbishop。Thencameadoublerowofaboutsixteenincense—boys，dressedinwhitesurplices:thefirstboy，aboutsixyearsold，thelastwithwhiskersandoftheheightofaman。Thenfollowedaregimentofpriestsinblacktippetsandwhitegowns:theyhadblackhoods，likethemoonwhensheisatherthirdquarter，wherewiththosewhowerebald（manywere，andfattoo）coveredthemselves。
　　Allthereverendmenheldtheirheadsmeeklydown，andaffectedtobereadingintheirbreviaries。
　　AfterthePriestscamesomeBishopsoftheneighboringdistricts，inpurple，withcrossessparklingontheirepiscopalbosoms。
　　Thencame，aftermorepriests，asetofmenwhomIhaveneverseenbefore——akindofghostlyheralds，youngandhandsomemen，someoftheminstifftabardsofblackandsilver，theireyestotheground，theirhandsplacedatrightangleswiththeirchests。
　　Thencametwogentlemenbearingremarkabletallcandlesticks，withcandlesofcorrespondingsize。Onewasburningbrightly，butthewind（thatcharteredlibertine）hadblownouttheother，whichneverthelesskeptitsplaceintheprocession——Iwonderedtomyselfwhetherthereverendgentlemanwhocarriedtheextinguishedcandle，feltdisgusted，humiliated，mortified——perfectlyconsciousthattheeyesofmanythousandsofpeoplewerebentuponthatbitofrefractorywax。Weallofuslookedatitwithintenseinterest。
　　Anothercross—bearer，behindwhomcameagentlemancarryinganinstrumentlikeabedroomcandlestick。
　　HisGrandeurMonseigneurAffre，ArchbishopofParis:hewasinblackandwhite，hiseyeswerecasttotheearth，hishandsweretogetheratrightanglesfromhischest:onhishandswereblackgloves，andontheblackglovessparkledthesacredepiscopal——whatdoIsay？——
　　archiepiscopalring。Onhisheadwasthemitre。Itisunlikethegodlycoronetthatfiguresuponthecoach—panelsofourownRightReverendBench。TheArchbishop'smitremaybeaboutayardhigh:
　　formedwithinprobablyofconsecratedpasteboard，itiswithoutcoveredbyasortofwateredsilkofwhiteandsilver。Onthetwopeaksatthetopofthemitrearetwoverylittlespangledtassels，thatfriskandtwinkleaboutinaveryagreeablemanner。
　　Monseigneurstoodoppositetousforsometime，whenIhadtheopportunitytonotetheaboveremarkablephenomena。Hestoodoppositemeforsometime，keepinghiseyessteadilyontheground，hishandsbeforehim，asmallclericaltrainfollowingafter。Whydidn'ttheymove？TherewastheNationalGuardkeepingonpresentingarms，thelittledrummersgoingonrub—dub—dub——rub—dub—
　　dub——inthesamesteady，slowway，andtheProcessionnevermovedaninch。Therewasevidently，touseanelegantphrase，ahitchsomewhere。
　　[Enterafatpriestwhobustlesuptothedrum—major。]
　　Fatpriest——"Taisez—vous。"
　　Littledrummer——Rub—dub—dub——rub—dub—dub——rub—dub—dub，&c。
　　Drum—major——"Qu'est—cedonc？"
　　Fatpriest——"Taisez—vous，dis—je;cen'estpaslecorps。Iln'arriverapas——pouruneheure。"
　　Thelittledrumswereinstantlyhushed，theprocessionturnedtotheright—about，andwalkedbacktothealtaragain，theblown—outcandlethathadbeenonthenearsideofusbeforewasnowontheoffside，theNationalGuardssetdowntheirmusketsandbeganattheirsandwichesagain。Wehadtowaitanhourandahalfatleastbeforethegreatprocessionarrived。Thegunswithoutwentonboomingallthewhileatintervals，andasweheardeach，theaudiencegaveakindof"ahahah！"suchasyouhearwhentherocketsgoupatVauxhall。
　　AtlasttherealProcessioncame。
　　Thenthedrumsbegantobeatasformerly，theNationalstogetunderarms，theclergymenweresentforandwent，andpresently——yes，therewasthetallcross—bearerattheheadoftheprocession，andtheycameBACK！
　　Theychantedsomethinginaweak，snuffling，lugubriousmanner，tothemelancholybrayofaserpent。
　　Crash！however，Mr。Habeneckandthefiddlersintheorganloftpealedoutawildshrillmarch，whichstoppedthereverendgentlemen，andinthemidstofthismusic——
　　Andofagreattramplingoffeetandclattering，AndofagreatcrowdofGeneralsandOfficersinfineclothes，WiththePrincedeJoinvillemarchingquicklyattheheadoftheprocession，Andwhileeverybody'sheartwasthumpingashardaspossible，NAPOLEON'SCOFFINPASSED。
　　Itwasdoneinaninstant。Aboxcoveredwithagreatredcross——adingy—lookingcrownlyingonthetopofit——SeamenononesideandInvalidsontheother——theyhadpassedinaninstantandwereuptheaisle。
　　Afaintsnufflingsound，asbefore，washeardfromtheofficiatingpriests，butweknewofnothingmore。ItissaidthatoldLouisPhilippewasstandingatthecatafalque，whitherthePrincedeJoinvilleadvancedandsaid，"Sire，IbringyouthebodyoftheEmperorNapoleon。"
　　LouisPhilippeanswered，"IreceiveitinthenameofFrance。"
　　Bertrandputonthebodythemostgloriousvictoriousswordthateverhasbeenforgedsincetheaptdescendantsofthefirstmurdererlearnedhowtohammersteel;andthecoffinwasplacedinthetemplepreparedforit。
　　Thesixhundredsingersandthefiddlersnowcommencedtheplayingandsingingofapieceofmusic;andapartofthecrewofthe"BellePoule"skippedintotheplacesthathadbeenkeptforthemunderus，andlistenedtothemusic，chewingtobacco。Whiletheactorsandfiddlersweregoingon，mostofthespirits—of—winelampsonaltarswentout。
　　WhenwearrivedintheopenairwepassedthroughthecourtoftheInvalids，wherethousandsofpeoplehadbeenassembled，butwherethebencheswerenowquitebare。Thenwecameontotheterracebeforetheplace:theoldsoldierswerefiringoffthegreatguns，whichmadeadreadfulstunningnoise，andfrightenedsomeofus，whodidnotcaretopassbeforethecannonandbeknockeddownevenbythewadding。ThegunswerefiredinhonoroftheKing，whowasgoinghomebyabackdoor。AllthefortythousandpeoplewhocoveredthegreatstandsbeforetheHotelhadgoneawaytoo。TheImperialBargehadbeendraggeduptheriver，andwaslyinglonelyalongtheQuay，examinedbysomefewshiveringpeopleontheshore。
　　Itwasfiveo'clockwhenwereachedhome:thestarswereshiningkeenlyoutofthefrostysky，andFrancoistoldmethatdinnerwasjustready。
　　Inthismanner，mydearMissSmith，thegreatNapoleonwasburied。