Causing the Bible to be opened to the Psalms of David, which, in all ages, have been the great fountain of consolation to the afflicted, he read from the fifty-sixth Psalm, fifth verse, "Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and horror hath overwhelmed me." "Prince," said the abbe, "in the same Psalm with which you are so familiar, are the words, 'Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee.

He shall never suffer the righteous to be moved.'" Michel simply replied by quoting again from the same inspired page: "Oh that I had wings like a dove; for then would I fly away and be at rest." At that moment one of the pages entered the tent, pale and trembling, and informed that a great crowd of people were approaching.

"I know why they are coming," said the prince, and he immediately sent his young son away on a message, that the child might not witness the cruel execution of his father.

Two brawny barbarians entered the tent.
As the prince was fervently praying, they smote him down with clubs, trampled him beneath their feet, and then plunged a poignard into his heart.

The crowd which had followed the executioners, according to their custom rushed into the royal tent for pillage.