shape of that green
Carriage of Mayor Chambon, within which sits the King himself, with
attendants, on his way to the Convention Hall! Attended, in that green
Carriage, by Mayors Chambon, Procureurs Chaumette; and outside of it by
Commandants Santerre, with cannon, cavalry and double row of infantry;
all Sections under arms, strong Patrols scouring all streets; so fares
he, slowly through the dull drizzling weather: and about two o'clock
we behold him, 'in walnut-coloured great-coat, redingote noisette,'
descending through the Place Vendome, towards that Salle de Manege; to
be indicted, and judicially interrogated. The mysterious Temple Circuit
has given up its secret; which now, in this walnut-coloured coat, men
behold with eyes. The same bodily Louis who was once Louis the
Desired, fares there: hapless King, he is getting now towards port; his
deplorable farings and voyagings draw to a close. What duty remains to
him henceforth, that of placidly enduring, he is fit to do.

The singular Procession fares on; in silence, says Prudhomme, or amid
growlings of the Marseillese Hymn; in silence, ushers itself into the
Hall of the Convention, Santerre holding Louis's arm with his hand.
Louis looks round him, with composed air, to see what kind of Convention
and Parliament it is. Much changed indeed:--since February gone two
years, when our Constituent, then busy, spread fleur-de-lys velvet for
us; and we came over to say a kind word here, and they all started up
swearing Fidelity; and all France started up swearing, and made it
a Feast of Pikes; which has ended in this! Barrere, who once
'wept' looking up from his Editor's-Desk, looks down now from his
President's-Chair, with a list of Fifty-seven Questions; and says,
dry-eyed: "Louis, you may sit down." Louis sits down: it is the very
seat, they say, same timber and stuffing, from which he accepted the
Constitution, amid dancing and illumination, autumn gone a year. So much
woodwork remains identical; so much else is not identical. Louis sits
and listens, with a composed look and mind.

Of the Fifty-seven Questions we shall not give so much as one. They
are questions captiously embracing all the main Documents seized on the
Tenth of August, or found lately in the Iron Press; embracing all the
main incidents of the Revolution History; and they ask, in substance,
this: Louis, who wert King, art thou not guilty to a certain extent,
by act and written document, of trying to con