auch the mind, whilst they render the person alluring."

Mary's inflexible hatred of the cruelty of the court and the nobility,
which had led to the present horrors, though great, did not prevent her
from seeing the tyranny and brutality in which the people indulged so
soon as they obtained the mastery. Her treatment of the facts of the
Revolution is characterized by honesty. She is above all else an
impartial historian and philosopher. She distinguishes, it is true,
between the well-meaning multitude--those who took the Bastille, for
example--and the rabble composed of the dregs of society,--those who
headed the march to Versailles. She declares, "There has been seen
amongst the French a spurious race of men, a set of cannibals, who have
gloried in their crimes; and, tearing out the hearts that did not feel
for them, have proved that they themselves had iron bowels." But while
she makes this distinction, she does not hesitate to admit that the
retaliation of the French people, suddenly all become sovereigns, was as
terrible as that of slaves unexpectedly loosed from their fetters. It is
but fair, after quoting her denunciations of Marie Antoinette, to show
how far the new rule was from receiving her unqualified approbation.
Describing the silence and ruin which have succeeded the old-time gayety
and grandeur of Versailles, she exclaims:--

"Weeping, scarcely conscious that I weep, O France! over the
vestiges of thy former oppression, which, separating man from man
with a fence of iron, sophisticated all, and made many completely
wretched, I tremble, lest I should meet some unfortunate being,
fleeing from the despotism of licentious freedom, hearing the snap
of the _guillotine_ at his heels, merely because he was once noble,
or has afforded an asylum to those whose only crime is their name;
and, if my pen almost bound with eagerness to record the day that
levelled the Bastille with the dust, making the towers of despair
tremble to their base, the recollection that still the abbey is
appropriated to hold the victims of revenge and suspicion palsies
the hand that would fain do justice to the assault, which tumbled
into heaps of ruins, walls that seemed to mock the resistless force
of time. Down fell the temple of despotism; but--despotism has not
been buried in its ruins! Unhappy country! when will thy children
cease to tear thy bosom? When wi