Paris, February 3. Michael Ey&aud, the murderer of Notary Gouffe, was guillotined at 7.20 this morn ing. The nighb was most bitterly cold. To make the scene even moro gloomy than usual a heavy, damp, cold fog hung over the city. The cafes near the Place de la Rouquette were full of carousers, male and female, singing in maudlin tonee a disgust ing song , , having for its refrain, "It is Eyraud whom we must have," " Ib is his head which we must have." The scenes in some of the cafds can be better imagined than described, but they gavo the stranger a good idea of a Paris mob when '■ blood is in the air."

At 6.45 a.m. a party of officials, in com pany with the Governor of La Rouqiiette, entered the cell occupied by Eyraud. They found Eyraud sitting crouched on hie bed, and when they informed him that his petition for a pardon had been rejected, Eyraud replied : " Very well." Passing from the coll to the scaffold, Eyraud scanned everything, right and left, and then fixed hie eyes upon the guillotine. When he arrived at the foot of the guillo tine, and within a few feet of the block, Eyraud eluded the executioners for a moment and loudly and angrily shouted to the assembled crowd: " Constans is a murderer ! He is more of a murderer than I am. Constans ia—'

Before he could complete the sentence the executioners seized the murderer and threw him upon the inclined plank of the guillotine. Deibler pressed the fatal knob, the flashing blade fell with a sharp, eliding sound, and the head of Goufie'a assassin rolled into the basket below. Eyraud's body was then lifted into a waggon and driven off ab full gallop to the oemetery, escorted by a detachment of gendarmes. The Abbe Faure followed the body in a cab, and after reading the burial service over the remains ab the cemetery they were turned over to the dead man's relatives.
