AN HOUR DURING THE FRENCH REVO
LUTON
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RI At very late hour, in the room of the Jaco-
bins, surrounded by a dozen other patriots, as
remorseless as himself sat colossal man-his
harsh features, dilated by the wine he had taken,
and his aspect rude as Breton PEASANTS. The
glass was lifted in his hands, and with a voice
of thunder he gave the toast:


May the body of the last King be burnt to
ashes on the funeral pile made with the body
the last priest"


1t was the terrific Danton. The words were
repeated with shouts and clamor by the party
around him. AT that very moment, dwarfish
man, with huge head, mouth marked by the
hardness Of vindictiye temper, and an eye in
which incipient madness already glared-with-
out stockings aud a waiscoat already dabbled
with blood, sat in cellar under the very Place
du Carousal, which afterwards beheld his drunk
en- apotheosis, and writing a recommendation
that France massacre two hundred thousand
men to the inanes Of her stranged freedom, with
an exact calculation Of the time requisite for
such a purpose. Merciful ideal 1t was The
sanguinary Marat.


At that very moment, two members Of the
assembly were perfectng plan for the destruc-
lion of the monarchy, and the establishment Of
dictatorship The one was Macmillan lsadore
Robespierre. He himself was to be dictator. AT
that moment, in little chamber of the Palace,
at Versailles, sat kingly-looking old man
weeping. The father was weeping over the
backslidings of his children, and the King over
the treason Of his people. 1t was the unfortu-
nate Louis XVI At that moment, in a gaily
illuminated saloon of the same palace two fe-
males were playing at <cartf; the one was lovely
and still youthful. She lost, and the three hun
dred louis were passed to her fair antagonist,
who murmured many apologies, but yet took the
notes protfered her. The loser was Marie An
toinette. AT the same moment, beggar lay
starving, for lack of bread, in the garden Of the
Tuilleries while her wasted child, pressed TO her
shrunken nipple, had tried the breast in vain.
Al that very moment, monk was unfrocking
himself, never 10 resume the cow of the Bene-
defines. A maiden, dressed in far too Cyprian
a style, was sitting near him; and wine and
glasses were on the ,abe-he had discovered
better profession. And this was Talleyrand-
the man Of the people.