ting from their sockets. "Oui," added he, in
a lower tone, but one which was felt in every corner of that crowded
assemblage--"oui, c'est lui!" Then clasping his trembling hands
together, as his knees bent beneath him, he turned his eyes upwards, and
said, "Le bon Dieu, that makes men's hearts and knows their thoughts,
deals with us as he will; and I must have sinned sorely towards him when
such punishment as this has fallen upon me. Oh, my brother! my child! my
own Bouvet de Lozier!"

[Illustration: The Witness 391]

"Bouvet de Lozier!" cried the other prisoners, with a shout wild as
madness itself, while every man sprang forward to look at him. But
already his head had fallen back over the chair, the limbs stretched out
rigidly, and the arm fell heavily down.

"He is dying!" "He is dead!" were the exclamations of the crowd, and a
general cry for a doctor was heard around. Several physicians were soon
at his side, and by the aid of restoratives he was gradually brought
back to animation; but cold and speechless he lay, unable to understand
anything, and was obliged to be conveyed back again to his bed.

It was some time before the excitement of this harrowing scene was over;
and when order at length was restored in the court, George Cadoudal was
seen seated, as at first, on the bench, while around him his faithful
followers were grouped. Like children round a beloved father, some
leaned on his neck, others clasped his knees; some covered his hands
with kisses, and called him by the most endearing names. But though he
moved his head from, side to side, and tried to smile upon them, a
cold vacancy was in his face; his lips were parted, and his eyes stared
wildly before him; his very hair stood out from his forehead, on which
the big drops of sweat were seen.

"Father; dear father, it is but one who is false; see, look how many of
your children are true to you! Think on us who are with you here, and
will go with you to death without shrinking."

"He is but a child, too, father; and they have stolen away his reason
from him," said another.

"Yes, they have brought him to this by suffering," cried a third, as
with a clenched hand he menaced the bench, where sat the judges.

"Order in the court!" cried the President. But the command was
reiterated again and again before silence could be obtained; and when
again I could observe the proceedings, I saw the Procureur-General
addressing the tribunal, to demand a postpone