He went to bed every night with his best friend, a big bottle of Roussillon.

My wife has tasted it, though he told us it was common stuff.

The wine-merchant in the rue des Canettes supplies it to him." "Don't say a word about all this," said the widow, when she parted from the man who had given her the information.

"I'll take care and remember you--if anything comes of it." Toupillier, former drum-major in the French Guards, had been for the two years preceding 1789 in the service of the Church as beadle of Saint-Sulpice.

The Revolution deprived him of that post, and he then dropped down into a state of abject misery.