1The wretched Queen’s head and eyelids drooped for a moment as she heard the words which dethroned her husband; then, once again, her head was high and defiant. Together with the misfortune of the Austrian Hapsburg, she inherited their pride and courage. From that hour to the moment of her death, her courage never failed her. She appears to have equally forgiven and despised.

2Events now followed with terrible rapidity. The Prussians entered France and the town of Verdun fell into their power. That humiliation brought about the massacres of September. The town council purposed their capitulation. Then Colonel Beaupaire, the commandant, opposed it; and refusing to sign the capitulation, he blew out his brains at the council. His body was removed, the capitulation signed, the Prussians marched in, and the daughters of the principal inhabitants, strewed flowers before the foreign troops.

3All of those girls—to be excused, by reason of their youth—were, during the Reign of Terror, sent to the guillotine.

4Beaupaire’s body was carried away by his men, who marched out of Verdun with all the honors of war, and to it was accorded a state funeral, while the heart was placed in the Pantheon.

5Every day, Danton was rising into power.

6Every day, Robespierre was following him, and marking him down with the vigor of a sleuth hound.

7It was he who organised the September massacres. On the 28th of August, a grave-digger, who knew the plan of certain catacombs, was awakened at six in the morning by a Government agent, and told to prepare this place, within ten days, for receiving a large number of bodies. He was ordered to be silent, on pain of death.

8On this same day, organised bands of fierce-looking men, springing no one knew whence, patrolled the streets. The gates of Paris were closed, so that no one could escape, though thousands had fled between the day of the King’s first fall and this one, the 28th of August.

9Every house was visited. Five thousand persons, suspected of leaning towards royalty, were seized during the following night. Every court-house, convent, prison, was overflowing with prisoners.

10Robespierre still remained quiet and watchful—still lived in hiding in the house of good Duplay, the joiner.

11On that night, Robespierre went to the apartments of St. Just, in the Rue St. Anne, and found him calmly going to bed.

12“Why not?” asked St. Just. “Murder will be done to-night, but I cannot prevent it. And again, those who will die are our enemies. Good night.”

13He fell asleep. Awaking, hours after, he marked Robespierre, pale, haggard.

14“Have you returned?”

15“Returned!”

16“What! have you not slept?”

17“Slept!” cried Robespierre; “when the blood of thousands is being shed by hundreds of assassins—when pure or impure blood runs down the streets like water! Oh, no,” he continued, with a sardonic smile; “I have not slept—I have watched, like remorse or crime; I have had the weakness not to close my eyes. But Danton—he has slept!”

18On Sunday (of all days in the week), it being the 2nd of September, at three in the afternoon, the signal for the massacre was given, by one of those strange accidents with which we are all acquainted. Five coaches, filled with prisoners, were passing. These prisoners happened, by chance, to be all priests.

19“See the friends of the Prussians!” cried one in the crowd. It was enough. The rage of knowing that the Prussians had conquered Verdun made them mad in a moment.

20From that hour until four days were passed, murder was unceasing all over Paris. It was enough to look like a Royalist, and death followed.

21Half the priests were killed in the carriages, before they reached the prison gates.

22Inside those gates, as inside the gates of all the other ordinary or improvised prisons, sat the revolutionary tribunes, twelve fierce men, who decided rapidly the fate of the prisoner, while they drank and smoked.

23They were chiefly in shirt-sleeves. However, here and there might be seen white-handed men, who evidently were the master spirits of those terrible juries, which, in their way, were merciful, for they did not condemn a prisoner to death. If acquitted, the decree was “Set this gentleman at liberty;” if guilty, “To the Force,”—a decree which was a pun, for there was a prison called La Force, while the word “force” may be said to be “death;” therefore, “à la force” conveyed to the prisoner the idea that he was to be conveyed to the prison of La Force. In this belief, when approaching the prison gate, he had no idea death was at hand. The gate opened, and he was delivered to the force of an organised band, who quickly despatched him. Each band of executioners was controlled by a hidden chief. They moved from prison to prison as the revolutionary juries sat, and they did their work with the steadiness of actual business.

24The prison massacres began with the Swiss, at the Abbaye. They knew what was coming. They were one hundred and fifty. A young officer led the way. He was very young and beautiful, and the murderers fell back. He folded his arms. The bayonets came nearer. He rushed forward, grasped five or six of the bayonets in his arms, and fell upon their points.

25They all died—their commander, one Major Redding being the last. He said he would see his men out. There were not enough wagons to carry the bodies to the catacombs, so they were heaped up until the return of the tumbrils.

26Benches were set for women to see these massacres, and they and their children danced round the dead bodies.

27At the “Abbey” prison the prisoners were shot down in the chapel, and while two priests, eighty and white-haired, were preparing them for death.

28Some anticipated execution by suicide.

29One Sombreuil, a prisoner, was condemned to death, and he was loosed to the mob. Bayonets were at his breast, when his daughter, who was waiting in the midst of the murderers, flung herself before him and asked for his life.

30The crowd accorded it upon one condition—that she should drink a glass of blood, then flowing from one of the dying.

31This she did, and saved him.

32Another father and daughter, the Cazottes, left the prison together—he condemned, she free. But the daughter cried that she would die with him. So they spared both lives. So far, the national madness had not destroyed pity for women.

33The King’s first gentleman, one Thierri, being pierced by a pike, cried, “God save the King!” and died, waving his hat as he was transfixed to the woodwork to which he clung.

34A deputy of the National Assembly came to one of the prisons, to claim two prisoners; whom obtaining, as he passed from the prison, the murderers, eating as they sat on the bodies of their victims, asked him, “Are you tired of life?”

35“No.”

36“Then see the heart of an aristocrat!”

37The speaker tore the heart from the gaping breast of the dead man upon which he was coolly seated.

38Yet these murderers refused all recompense. The first bands were men of comparative education; but, not being bred butchers, they soon sickened at the task, and left it to be continued by men of more iron nerves than theirs.

39Blood had by this time, drenched nine prisons. From one alone, the tumbrils had removed one hundred and ninety bodies.

40Sixty assassins; this was the number to be seen at each prison door, waiting for the blood of the aristocrats.

41Meanwhile, one hundred and sixty heads fell upon the scaffold, some being those of women. The poor Princess de Lamballe, the Queen’s devoted friend, was not one of those saved. She had followed the royal family to the Temple prison, but she was torn from them after a few days. She was a very young widow, passionately loved by her father-in-law, who lived far away in the country. He forwarded 12,000l. to save her life, if possible. It was her want of courage, or, perhaps, ability to dissemble, which cost this poor lady her life. On September 3rd, she appeared before the tribunal. She had passed two days continually fainting; and when ordered, with feigned brutality, by two National Guards to follow them, she asked permission to die where she was. One of them leant down, and whispered, “It is to save you.”

42Upon coming before the tribunal, the sight of the blood all about deprived her of consciousness. It was long before she comprehended what was required of her.

43“Swear the love of liberty and equality, and hatred of kings!”

44“I swear the first,” she said, “but not the second. It is not in my heart.”

45One of the judges whispered to her—“Swear everything, or you are lost.”

46She remained silent.

47“Well—when you go out, cry ‘Long live the nation!’”

48She nodded; but upon being led out by two men, one of them a leader in the massacres—one Grand Nicholas,—upon sight of the dead bodies, she cried, “Good God! how horrible!”

49Nicholas put his hand over her mouth. They had traversed half the street in safety, when a drunken barber, trying to strike off her cap with his knife, wounded her in the forehead. The men about believed her condemned, and in a few moments she was dead, her head cut off, and set amongst the glasses on the counter of a wine-shop, where they drank to her death. The barber then set the head upon a pole, and carried it in procession to the Temple. There the crowd forced an entrance, and insisted upon shewing the head to the ex-Queen.

50The King was called upon to show himself to the people; and though an unknown friend endeavored to prevent Louis from seeing the head, the kind intention was foiled, and the King recognised the features. Marie Antoinette was now demanded, and she presented herself to the people; but the King, active for once, saved his wife from the sight of poor Lamballe’s head. She only learnt what had happened in the evening.

51Three days’ murders! At two other prisons, five hundred and seventy-five victims awaited burial. At the end of the three days, the murder of women was common. A beautiful girl, one of the people, having wounded her lover from jealousy, and he being a national soldier, she was burnt alive, under circumstances of peculiar atrocity, suggested by the wretched woman, “La Belle Heleise,” whose advancing madness was her excuse. Her own time, when she was to be lashed by her own sex, was fast approaching.

52A negro—a huge giant—was especially famous during these three days. He, it is said, killed over two hundred. He gave himself no rest; stopped only to drink wine, and, naked to the waist, was a fearful sight, seen, as he habitually was, with the fair head of a slain woman swinging in his left hand. At last, he himself was slain, but not for two years, during which, where blood flowed, he was ever to be seen. At the end, he said he had revenged himself, not upon the enemies of France, but upon the enemies of his race—the whites.

53It is said ten thousand fell in those three days and nights.

54The murderers began at last to turn upon one another. Especially was this the case with the bands who adopted death by burning.

55A weaver—one Laurent—drew up a list of those it was intended to kill, and placed upon it the name of a tradesman, who refused to give him credit. The tradesman, having a friend in a member of the National Assembly, threw himself upon his protection. The name was erased, and Laurent’s written above it; and when Laurent pointed to the tradesman at the place of execution, he was himself seized, and cast into the flames.

56Meanwhile, the Prussians on the frontier were preparing to advance.

57This threat of invasion gave the public sentiment an impetus towards panic, which there was no resisting.

58The National Assembly, which was composed, for the greater part, of men of ripe age, was practically abolished by the constitution of a “Convocation,” in which the majority of the men of power were under thirty, while amongst them, several were scarcely more than of age.

59The King, once in prison, it has been seen how the fact was followed by the fearful massacres of September 2nd, 3rd, and 4th. Scarcely were they complete, than the men in power began to protest against their enormity, and it was endeavored to be shown, with some success, that these wholesale murders were perpetrated by a fierce organization of but comparatively few men, who cast this great shame upon France.

60Certainly, the same men were at the doors of the various prisons, while the rough order established amongst them, far more clearly pointed to the operation of a secret society, than to the sudden unorganized rage of a maddened people.

61The Convention was really divided into Girondists and Jacobins—the former led by Roland and Vergniaud, their party being distinguished by moderation; the latter, led by Robespierre (now rapidly becoming the leading man in the Revolution), Danton, and the miserable savage, Marat, who even condescended to attract the approbation of the lowest rabble, by wearing rags, as clothes, offensive from very want of cleanliness—a shape of vanity fortunately rarely to be found.

62The life or death of the King was really the question of the Convention; it was the test of Royalty or Republicanism, and no man knew this better than Robespierre. It was by the exercise of this knowledge that he rose to power—to that power, by the exercise of which almost all the men who had formed a portion of the National Assembly, who were members of the Convention which superseded the Assembly, were sent to the scaffold before he himself mounted the fatal ladder.

63It was evident how things lay when the question of lodging the President of the Convention was mooted. It being proposed that he should lodge in the Tuileries, then called the National Palace, Tallien cried, “Why, out of this chamber, your President is but a plain citizen; therefore, if he is wanted, let him be sought for in the garrets where, in general, only truth and virtue are to be found.”

64Danton and Robespierre were now mortal, although concealed, enemies. They knew that one must destroy the other—which?

65The theory of a republic was now declared; it was the first step to the beheading of the King, to whom I will now return.

66The Temple, to which the royal family had been taken, was an old building, half monastery, half castle, which had once been one of the strong-holds of those monk-soldiers, the Knights Templars. It was composed of a couple of towers, one seventy feet high, the other much smaller, and a large space of ground, surrounded by a comparatively low wall. This enclosure contained many houses, and especially a very fine building, once the palace of the Templars themselves. Many of the windows of the surrounding houses, which formed part of the lowest quarter of Paris, overlooked these grounds, in which there was an avenue of chestnut trees, and a pretty garden.

67The towers had not been used for almost hundreds of years, and the contents of their several floors were of the most wretched description. The rooms themselves, built round a central staircase, were desolate in the extreme; while the walls being nine feet deep, the windows loopholes, and even these barred, it need not be said that the interior was never wholesomely light.

68The royal prisoners were taken to the old palatial building upon their arrival, and the poor King at once expressed a sense of relief at the serenity his wife and children now enjoyed, compared with the dangers they ran at the royal palace.

69The family supped together, and the King, as usual, ate heartily. The municipals told off to watch the prisoners, stood during the meal, but this slight semblance of respect was soon to disappear.

70Louis chatted cheerfully as to what their life should be—how he would be his son’s school-master—how the garden was large enough for exercise—how they should live, and employ the day. He even inspected the rooms, the beds, the linen; in a word, was once more the man he had always been—a rather quiet spirited, inquisitive, active, dull man.

71But this respite lasted only during a few hours. The King had appointed the various bed-rooms, but before the Dauphin could be put to bed in the one set down as his, an order came from the authorities, ordering that the royal family should be lodged in the smaller tower.

72They waited until after midnight before their new place of imprisonment was ready, and then themselves carried what was wanting to the tower. The King’s servant asking where his master was to be lodged, the municipal officer replied, “Your master has been living under gilded roofs; he will find none here, and learn at the same time how we lodge the murderers of the people.”

73Madame Elizabeth was lodged in the kitchen, on the ground floor; the so-called Court on the second; the King, Queen, and children, on the floors above. The walls and the floors were bare, except for some obscene pictures on the walls, which the King took down, turning them to the wall.

74The King went to bed, and fell asleep. Not so the Queen, who remained awake the whole night.

75The next day, adapting himself to even these fallen circumstances, the King ordered the day’s plans; and pushing about the room, came upon a small collection of books, chiefly Latin—a discovery which once more brought a smile of pleasure to his face.

76Ten days afterwards, 20th August, and when the royal family had retired for the night, the noise of many advancing feet awakened them. The authorities of the prison came armed with orders from Parliament, to deprive the royal family of every attendant who had hitherto followed their fortunes. The agony the Queen experienced upon parting with the Princess de Lamballe was intense.

77“From this night,” cried Marie Antoinette, “I do date my captivity.”

78Within a fortnight, as I have related, the poor Princess de Lamballe’s head was raised on a pike to the window of the Queen’s prison. One Tison’s wife was appointed to look after the Queen; while Simon, afterwards celebrated for his cruelty to the Dauphin, and Rocher, a mere brute, were the gaolers-in-chief.

79It was Rocher who never passed by the Queen without blowing clouds of tobacco-smoke in her Majesty’s face.

80The walls of the Temple were ablaze with comments upon the royal family. Here might be read an attack upon Louis’s stoutness, there a savage comment upon the Queen. Even the children were not spared. For instance, this sentence was scrawled upon the walls: “What are King’s children? Whelps who ought to be strangled before they are old enough to devour the people.”

81The unfortunate captives at last dreaded to take the air; the guard saluted whenever a municipal passed by, but they reversed arms as the King went by.

82At last, they limited the number of steps the royal family might take when exercising.

83The upper windows of the house overlooking the prison were now the only consolation left to the unhappy royal captives. But that comprehensive freemasonry of misery with which we are all somewhat acquainted, the friends of the fallen family, who were still at liberty, took the upper rooms, from which they could see their King and his family. The captives soon learnt, by almost indescribable signs, the windows which were friendly to them. This one would show a white flower; from another, a hand would be waved; and now and again a placard would be raised for a moment.

84On the 24th of September, the King, having fallen asleep after dinner, was aroused by a great tumult in the street, below his window.

85It was the people declaring the abolition of royalty, and the declaration of a republic.

86“My kingdom,” he said to the Queen, “has passed away like a dream, and it has not been a happy dream. God gave it me, and the people take it away. I pray that France may be happy.”

87On the evening of the same day, one of his gaolers asked the King brutally, if he knew that he was living in a republic.

88“I have heard it,” he replied; “and I have prayed that the republic may deal justly with my country. I have never placed myself between the people and their happiness.”

89So far, the King had been allowed to wear his sword and his heraldic orders.

90“You must know,” said his gaoler, “that the republic has suppressed these baubles; so take them off. You are now but a citizen, as we are, and must be as we are; yet, what you want, ask the republic for, and you shall not be denied.”

91“I thank you,” said the King calmly. “I want for nothing.”

92Very calmly, he continued his interrupted reading.

93Amongst the books he read at this time were “The Life and death of Charles I, of England,” and the “Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.”

94The Convention, however, had not behaved illiberally to the captives. The members assigned twenty thousand pounds to their use; but very little was really expended in the direction it was intended to go. The royal family were wretchedly off for clothes. They had borrowed here and there; and the Queen herself employed many hours daily in mending and patching the clothes of the family, which had been much torn during the day which ended in the imprisonment of Louis and his family in the Temple.

95The English ambassador, in fact, was the chief donor of the clothes which enabled the royal family to be the possessors of a mere change of linen.

96It is said that the wretched gaolers vied with each other in making the fallen captives shed tears. That man who succeeded was envied by his comrades. Well has it been said that the success of a revolution which was the result of generations of misgovernment, had fallen heavily upon those royal personages who had least helped to produce the national hate of royalty, while that victory had of itself driven the vanquishing people into madness.

97But the last degradations had not been put upon the Bourbons. Soon there came an order from the Convention, to the effect that the King was to be utterly separated from his family.

98They were now to be debarred that last consolation of the unfortunate—to suffer together.

99The despair which ensued even moved the wretch, Rocher. But the order was imperative, and that night the King was removed from the small tower, and was imprisoned in the larger. He was now quite alone.

100This occurred before the termination of September; and, as though to make the desolation still more complete, the whole family were utterly deprived of the means of writing, even to each other. Not a scrap of paper was allowed—not a pencil—not even a fragment of chalk.

101The great tower was being repaired. All the accommodation offered to Louis was a bed and a chair, set in heaps of brick and plaster rubbish, which overspread the floor.

102Poor man! nature compelled him to be active; and, therefore, being deprived of reading and writing materials, he passed this first excruciating night of his acutest misery in counting the steps of the sentinel as he passed up and down in the corridor outside the King’s cell.

103This night, the King, for the first time, shed tears. His only companion was a valet, named Cléry, who had been appointed by the municipal authorities when the King’s servants were removed. He was a Revolutionist; but his heart was in the right place.

104The one fragment of hope to which the king clung on this wretched night was the suggestion made by this valet, that as he had, since his appointment, dressed daily the hair of the ladies of the family, that he should be able to carry messages between them and the King.

105Daylight dispelled this hope. It was intimated that Cléry was not to leave the tower—that the isolation of the King from all exterior communication must be complete.

106When the man made application to this effect, the answer he scoffingly received was, “Your master will never see even his children again.”

107“’Tis an outrage upon nature!” urged the King, when he was visited by the authorities. “You murder five hearts in one—you do that, indeed, which is worse than murder!”

108The authorities turned their backs upon the King, not deigning to answer him.

109All that was brought him as food on that first morning of the separation from his family, was a piece of bread, and a pot of water, into which a lemon had been squeezed.

110“They have forgotten we are two,” said the King, advancing to Cléry, and breaking the bit of bread in half; “but I do not forget. Take this; the remainder is enough for me.”

111The servant refused, but the King insisted; and so the valet took it, and wept as he ate. The King also wept. What a picture to contemplate! —a king and a valet eating a fragment of bread between them, and tears falling upon the wretched meal!

112The King again asked for news of his family, and a reply not forthcoming, he entreated that he might have some books given him to drive away the hours.

113The Queen had passed the night in a series of fainting-fits; but, even at that pass, that far higher spirit than the King’s, which had begotten her so much of the popular hate, still supported her. The King, though weeping, could eat half the morsel of bread—she resolutely refused to touch food.

114This determination startled the municipals. They were answerable to the Convention for the prisoners. What if the Queen should starve herself to death?

115“Well, they shall dine together to-day,” said a municipal officer; “and to-morrow the Commune must decide.”

116The Queen, holding her children in her arms, flung herself upon her knees, and began rapidly praying—so also did Elizabeth.

117“I believe,” said the brutal Simon, “that these confounded women are even making me weep! Bah!” he added, turning to the Queen; “you did not let tears fall when you caused the people to be assassinated, on the 10th of August!”

118“I never harmed a human being,” said the Queen.

119The Commune decreed that the family should take their meals together. The members knew somewhat of Marie Antoinette’s determination, and they found that, if separated from her husband, she really would die from inanition, it has to be recorded that the reunion of the King and Queen, during the last four months of their lives, was due, not to the pity, but the fear, of their gaolers.

120But they only met at meals, and then they were compelled to speak French only, and in a loud voice. The children were never again allowed play about their father. This family was killed by inches. Their hearts were dead before the knife of the guillotine mercifully released them.

121Cléry took pity upon them, and, at the risk of his own liberty and life, forwarded, by his wife, who was allowed to come and see him once a week, a line of farewell to this or that friend, from the King and Queen. These adieux, some of which still exist, are written with the stump of a pencil, upon the margins of printed pages, and which were torn from books.

122The King’s cell was, in a few days, set in something like order; but, with a refinement of cruelty beyond description, the walls were hung with a paper representing the interior life of prisons.

123Now quite desolate, this is how the King spent his time. He rose at daybreak, and, kneeling, prayed for a long time. Then, the light quickening, he went to the window, and read the psalms for the day. After this, the King read what books he could obtain—he read many scores during his captivity—and this reading appeared entirely to occupy his mind. At nine, the family met, when he kissed them all on the forehead. After breakfast, he taught his son in various branches of knowledge. The Dauphin, precocious in misery, had by this time tested the dispositions of most of the sentinels; and when one he knew to be less brutal than the majority mounted guard, the poor child ran with the news to his mother, and he was happy for the day.

124At two, the family again met, and dined. But the King dared not give way to the fine appetite which never deserted him at any period of his life, for he knew not only that the quantity of food he ate was recorded, and the amount spread over Paris, but that the Queen herself was exceedingly desirous that this weak point in the King’s prison-life should not give cause to enable it to be said that the King’s appetite in prison was so great that necessarily he must be hardened and callous to a degree.

125After dinner, the King and Queen were allowed to remain for a brief time together—nay, they were allowed a pack of cards and a set of chessmen; but they were forbidden to speak in a low tone to each other, and a sentinel always kept the unhappy couple within view.

126At four, the King generally fell asleep, when the family remained religiously silent.

127At six, the lessons were re-commenced with the Dauphin, and these went on until supper-time, when the Queen herself undressed the Dauphin, who said, in a low tone, the following prayer: “Almighty God, who has created and redeemed me, I love you. Watch the days of my father and my family, and save us from our enemies, and give my mamma, and my aunt, and sister strength to bear all their trouble.”

128The Dauphin put to bed, the Queen read aloud to the King, her daughter, and Madame Elizabeth.

129At nine, the king was conducted back to his prison, where he read until midnight, when he went to bed, and slept until daybreak. He, however, did not retire until he had learnt who was master of the guard for the following day. If the name was one associated with kindness, the King’s heart was light, and he fell asleep with utter serenity.

130The prison was very damp, and, after a time, the King fell ill. Cléry watched him, and himself fell ill as Louis became convalescent. This valet, long after all was over, recounted some beautiful particulars of this illness.

131The Dauphin would nurse him, and passed day after day in the man’s sick-room; while the King himself would often come in the night, bare-footed, and merely in his night-dress, to see how the valet was progressing, or to give him medicine.

132It being ordered that more bolts should be placed upon the doors of the tower in which the King was imprisoned, the mason employed to sink the holes in the stone-work into which the bolts were to run, going to a meal, and leaving his work tools upon the ground, the King took up a chisel, and began laboring at the means taken to strengthen his prison. The mason recognised the King at this labor.

133“Ah,” said he “when you leave this place, you will be able to say you worked at your own prison.”

134“And how shall I leave it?” asked the King, who suddenly drew his son towards him, and retired to his cell, where he paced up and down a long while.

135The watch was intense. Every loaf of bread sent to the royal table was searched and broken, the fruit—the very kernel of a peach, upon one occasion split to find a letter.

136A deputation arriving, asked the King whether he lacked anything.

137“Yes,” he said; “my wife and family want clothes—you see we are in rags.”

138Meanwhile, the King’s cousin, the Duke of Orleans, who had become a Republican under the name of Citizen Philip Equality, uttered no word in favor of his royal cousin languishing in the Temple.

139Another misfortune now fell upon the King. It will be remembered how fond the King was of lock-making. His master in the art, one Gamain, had loved the King dearly, but he turned upon the fallen monarch. It appears that prior to quitting the Tuileries, the King, being desirous of hiding certain treasures, and especially certain papers received from abroad, relative to the schemes in progress for helping the King by the invasion of France, he had worked with this blacksmith at the formation of a hiding-place in the walls of the palace for the iron box, which contained these papers and valuables.

140After the arrest of the King, Gamain fell ill of a slow consuming illness, probably low fever, when gradually he convinced himself that a certain glass of water the King had himself handed the locksmith, while they were both putting the finishing strokes to the hiding-place, was poisoned, and that the King’s motive was a conviction that the secret of these State papers could only be safe through his, the blacksmith’s, death. This man must surely have been overpowered by delirium when such a conviction took possession of him. His illness continuing, the thought of revenge took possession of him; and finally, he denounced the whole affair to the Convention.

141This act did more to send the King to the scaffold than any other process executed against Louis XVI. In the first place, the theory of the poison was at once accepted, and it appeared necessarily very feasible to a multitude ignorant of the question of poisons; and, in the second, no proof could be brought against Louis of conspiring with a foreign Power to invade France; an act which was treason—therefore one which, proved, called for the penalty of death.

142Gamain led the way to the spot where lay concealed the hidden treasure, and upon papers found in that box Louis XVI was put upon his trial.

143The King became accustomed to captivity—found it almost rest—rest which was disturbed only on December 11 (1792), when the noise of an approaching procession drew the attention of the royal family to their windows.

144The King learnt that he was to be put upon his trial. Two hours afterwards, he was on his way to the Convention.

145To him, the city appeared as though besieged. Every soldier around the royal carriage had had served out to him sixteen cartridges.

146The King looked wretched. His razors had been taken from him, and his hair was rough and scrubby about his face. He had grown thin, and his clothes hung miserably about him. But he was quite unmoved.

147He took his seat quietly before the Convention.

148“Citizens,” cried the President, “Louis Capet is at the bar. You are about to give a lesson to kings.”

149The accusation was then read. It accused him of high treason in calling upon the foreigner to enter France.

150He listened quite unmovedly until he was accused of “shedding the blood of the people.” He raised his eyes to heaven. It was clear he had not anticipated being called a sanguinary prince.

151At the close of the first day’s examination, the King’s fatal appetite failed him, and he refused an offer to obtain refreshments; but almost immediately afterwards, seeing a soldier gnawing a piece of bread, he asked for a part, and ate it with relish.

152Upon the return-ride to the Temple, he counted the number of streets.

153It was the King’s sister, Elizabeth—a veritable angel,—who foresaw what was to happen.

154“Was the Queen mentioned in the indictment?” she asked.

155“No,” replied the King.

156“Thank heaven!” said the good Princess; “for if the Queen were taken, who, then, should look after these children?”

157These very words foretell what the Princess foresaw—that if the Queen’s blood was demanded, her own would follow.