THE LIGHTS OF PARIS. oil lamp which gave as much light as six large candles, and wore in his belt a sand-glass of a quarter of an hour. When one of these light-bearers was engaged he would, after receiving his money, light his lamp, turn down his glass and set off, and the only drawback to the usefulness of these walking lamp-posts was the fact that no one could answer for their honesty, more than one of them having been known to overpower and rob his employer on reaching a lonely street. Still, for want of a better, this plan con- tinued to be carried out, even until the beginning of the present cen- tury. The person who succeeded best in lighting Paris was also the founder of the French police force, Nicholas de la Reynié. In 1667, he was made Lieutenant-General of police, and Louis the Fourteenth gave THE NIGHTFALL CRIER.—~‘ HANG OUT YOUR LANTERNS.” him for his watchword these three nouns: CZean/i- ness, Light, Safety; a very difficult programme to aes carry out in a city which had no street lamps, which had never been swept, and which was, besides, swarming with thieves. But La Reynié set to work TREACHEROUS LIGHT-BEARERS. vigorously; had the mud and dirt carted away, formed a large body of night watchmen, and ordered that candles protected by glass should be hung by cords from the first story of the houses. It was not thought necessary, however, to have these lights used during the summer months, and it was soon discov- ered that thieves and pickpockets began their work again as soon as the warm weather returned, so that scarcely a night passed without the dismal, desperate cry, “Help! help t” being heard in the streets. Then the people clamored to have the lights kept burning the whole year round; and after a great deal of delay it was decided that the city should be lighted from the twentieth of October to the thirty-first of March, which was a gain of forty days, or rather of forty nights. The people were very much pleased with this arrangement, and Madame de Sévigné, who lived in Paris at that time, said in a letter to her daughter: “We supped yesterday at Mme. Contange’s, where we met Mme. Scarron, and about midnight we came home very gayly without being the least afraid of rob- bers — thanks to the lights in the streets.” At the end of the seventeenth century, there were