neasy and distrustful, and thought that the
queen's servants should not all sleep while thousands of people who
hated her were round about the very doors. They watched in the
ante-chamber: and it was their vigilance which saved her life.

About five in the morning the Dauphin was snatched from his bed, and
carried into his father's room. There were his mother, aunt, and
sister; and his mother was in a passion of tears. Clinging round the
king's neck, she cried, "O! Save me! Save me and my children!" There
was a dreadful noise. Not only was there the clamour of an angry
multitude without, but a hammering and battering at all the doors, and
fierce cries, and clashing of arms--all the dreadful sounds of
fighting--from the queen's apartments. The mob had indeed forced their
way in. Her two watchful ladies had heard the shout from the corridor,
given by a faithful guard at the peril of his life, "Save the queen!"
They lifted her from her bed, threw a dressing-gown over her, and
hurried her across a great apartment which divided her rooms from the
king's. This was her only way of escape, and even this appeared at
first to be closed; for the door which led from the queen's
dressing-room to this apartment--a door which was always kept fastened
on the inside--was now, by some accident, found to be locked on the
outside. It was a moment of dreadful suspense,--for the fighting behind
came nearer. The ladies called so loud that a servant of the king's
heard them, and ran to unlock the door. Even as they crossed the large
apartment, the mob were battering at the doors.

Presently some soldiers came from the town: and General Lafayette
appeared, addressing the people in passionate speeches, in favour of
respecting the persons and dwelling of the royal family. The palace was
soon cleared; but the terrors of the household did not disperse with the
intruders who occasioned them.

It is believed that this sudden uproar was caused by a quarrel between
one of the body-guards and the people without. Some shots were fired;
and a young man, known to the mob, was killed. They were instantly in a
rage, shook at the gates, burst in, and, as they hated the queen most,
sought her first.

This was the last night that the royal family ever spent in their palace
of Versailles.

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER FIVE.

A PROCESSION.

It was too plain to all now that everything must be yielded to the
people, if lives were to be saved. A