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Lawyers, statesmen, financiers, directors of benevolent societies were again extensively consulted, but none could furnish relief. (Among those thus consulted and remembered with interest was Jules Simon, who has been conspicuous in recent affairs.) The result was the simple expedient of diffusing the payment of this enormous tax over a series of years. Dr. Kirk's life was insured for the sum, the chapel paying the annuity premium, and possessing the title to the money due at his decease.

The directors of the Union years afterwards requested him to give a power of attorney to an individual, authorizing him to constitute Dr. Kirk again a member of a new company to be organized in Paris, which company, being itself immortal, and owning the chapel, would avoid a repetition of this tax. Dr. Kirk refused to concur in the arrangement, believing it to be an evasion of the French law, wrong in itself, and liable to very serious consequences. The friends in Paris were led to propose it in imitation of the example of the American Episcopal Church in Paris, which had adopted it.

The building is Gothic, unpretentious and yet attractive. Going one day to overlook the workmen, Dr. Kirk found them quite excited. Directly in the rear of the building boarded a French clergyman, Napoléon Roussell, well known in this country by his admirable evangelical tracts. His little daughter, knowing that this was a Protestant chapel, was shocked on a Sunday morning to find the workmen employed as on other days. Like a genuine tract-distributor, she wrote her own tract, inclosed it in an envelope, attached a stone to it, and threw it from a window to the workmen. It fell like one of the recent German shells among them. They read it with indignation, and were still conversing about it when the doctor arrived on Monday. They immediately clustered around him on the scaffold, while, forgetting the ever-vigilant French police, taking his text from the letter, he told them that in America the Sabbath was the poor man's day, no one could exact labor of him; that they were really enslaved by the views their nation had of