tinue King? Neither in the
Answers is there much notable. Mere quiet negations, for most part; an
accused man standing on the simple basis of No: I do not recognise that
document; I did not do that act; or did it according to the law that
then was. Whereupon the Fifty-seven Questions, and Documents to the
number of a Hundred and Sixty-two, being exhausted in this manner,
Barrere finishes, after some three hours, with his: "Louis, I invite you
to withdraw."

Louis withdraws, under Municipal escort, into a neighbouring
Committee-room; having first, in leaving the bar, demanded to have Legal
Counsel. He declines refreshment, in this Committee-room, then, seeing
Chaumette busy with a small loaf which a grenadier had divided with
him, says, he will take a bit of bread. It is five o'clock; and he
had breakfasted but slightly in a morning of such drumming and alarm.
Chaumette breaks his half-loaf: the King eats of the crust; mounts
the green Carriage, eating; asks now what he shall do with the crumb?
Chaumette's clerk takes it from him; flings it out into the street.
Louis says, It is pity to fling out bread, in a time of dearth. "My
grandmother," remarks Chaumette, "used to say to me, Little boy, never
waste a crumb of bread, you cannot make one." "Monsieur Chaumette,"
answers Louis, "your grandmother seems to have been a sensible woman."
(Prudhomme's Newspaper in Hist. Parl. xxi. 314.) Poor innocent mortal:
so quietly he waits the drawing of the lot;--fit to do this at least
well; Passivity alone, without Activity, sufficing for it! He talks
once of travelling over France by and by, to have a geographical and
topographical view of it; being from of old fond of geography.--The
Temple Circuit again receives him, closes on him; gazing Paris may
retire to its hearths and coffee-houses, to its clubs and theatres: the
damp Darkness has sunk, and with it the drumming and patrolling of this
strange Day.

Louis is now separated from his Queen and Family; given up to his simple
reflections and resources. Dull lie these stone walls round him; of his
loved ones none with him. In this state of 'uncertainty,' providing for
the worst, he writes his Will: a Paper which can still be read; full of
placidity, simplicity, pious sweetness. The Convention, after debate,
has granted him Legal Counsel, of his own choosing. Advocate Target
feels himself 'too old,' being turned of fifty-four; and declines. He
had gained great honour once, defending