ccusation most common at that day--of having conspired with the
enemies of the Republic to set up royalty again in France. That she
corresponded with the friends of royalty, is probable: that she wished
for the re-establishment of the throne, there can be no doubt: but to
suppose that she could in her prison conspire for such a purpose is
absurd. The true reason of her death no doubt was, that the
party-leaders of the time wished to be rid of as many royal personages
as possible, and to strike terror into the hearts of all who were not
pleased with the Republic. The Princess Royal was not told what had
become of her mother and aunt. She remained alone, passing her weary
hours in keeping her chamber and clothes neat, in knitting, and in
reading a few books, which she had read over and over again.

VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

THE END.

How came her little brother to be alone too? Why, Simon accepted an
office which he liked better than that of being Louis's guardian, and
left him on the 19th of January. Nobody seems to have remembered to
appoint another guardian; and Louis was alone, all day and all night,
for months after.

We cannot dwell upon this part of his story. We know little of it; and
that little is terrible. There was a broken bell in his room; but he
was so afraid of the people that he never rang it. He might, it is
said, have left the room: but he was very weak and ill, and seems to
have grown bewildered. He had not strength to make his own bed; and it
was never made for six months: nor was the bedding changed, nor even his
shirt, nor the windows opened in all that time. A pitcher of water was
put into his room sometimes; but he never washed himself. There he lay,
feeble, and frightened at every noise, surrounded with filth, and
covered with vermin, scarcely knowing day from night,--with no voice
near to rouse him, no candle in the longest winter nights, no books, no
play, no desire for any of these things, no cheerful thoughts in his own
mind, and his weak body feverish and aching. Was any poor man's child
ever so miserable?

Let us pass on to a brighter day, which came at last.

On the 28th of July following, there was much noise in the streets, and
bustle in the prison, so early as six in the morning; and some
finely-dressed gentlemen entered the poor boy's room. He did not know
who they were; and they said little, and soon went away. They were,
however, sufficiently impressed w