He at once set aside the board of eighteen--the Grecian-Roman-Genevese establishment of Imbize--and remained in the city until the regular election, in conformity with the privileges, had taken place.

Imbize, who had shrunk at his approach, was meantime discovered by his own companions.

He had stolen forth secretly on the night before the Prince's arrival, and was found cowering in the cabin of a vessel, half dead with fear, by an ale-house keeper who had been his warm partisan.

"No Skulking," cried the honest friend; seizing the tribune of the people by the shoulder; "no sailing away in the night-time.

You have got us all into this bog, and must come back, and abide the issue with your supporters." In this collapsed state was the windy demagogue, who had filled half Flanders with his sound and fury, conveyed before the patriot Prince.