As he was thus expatiating, his fervid discourse was suddenly interrupted by three sharp, sudden blows, of a very peculiar character, struck upon the great portal of the Church.
The priest, forgetting his love for martyrdom, turned pale and dropped under the pulpit.

Hurrying down the steps, he took refuge in the vestry, locking and barring the door.

The congregation shared in his panic: "The beggars are coming," was the general cry.

There was a horrible tumult, which extended through the city as the congregation poured precipitately out of the Cathedral, to escape a band of destroying and furious Calvinists.

Yet when the shock had a little subsided, it was discovered that a small urchin was the cause of the whole tumult.