oom, it is there only that I can see you." They entered
there; I shut the door of it, which was of glass. The King sat down,
the Queen on his left hand, Madame Elizabeth on his right, Madame Royale
almost in front; the young Prince remained standing between his Father's
legs. They all leaned towards him, and often held him embraced. This
scene of woe lasted an hour and three-quarters; during which we could
hear nothing; we could see only that always when the King spoke, the
sobbings of the Princesses redoubled, continued for some minutes; and
that then the King began again to speak.' (Clery's Narrative (London,
1798), cited in Weber, iii. 312.)--And so our meetings and our partings
do now end! The sorrows we gave each other; the poor joys we faithfully
shared, and all our lovings and our sufferings, and confused toilings
under the earthly Sun, are over. Thou good soul, I shall never, never
through all ages of Time, see thee any more!--NEVER! O Reader, knowest
thou that hard word?

For nearly two hours this agony lasts; then they tear themselves
asunder. "Promise that you will see us on the morrow." He promises:--Ah
yes, yes; yet once; and go now, ye loved ones; cry to God for yourselves
and me!--It was a hard scene, but it is over. He will not see them on
the morrow. The Queen in passing through the ante-room glanced at the
Cerberus Municipals; and with woman's vehemence, said through her tears,
"Vous etes tous des scelerats."

King Louis slept sound, till five in the morning, when Clery, as he
had been ordered, awoke him. Clery dressed his hair. While this went
forward, Louis took a ring from his watch, and kept trying it on his
finger; it was his wedding-ring, which he is now to return to the
Queen as a mute farewell. At half-past six, he took the Sacrament; and
continued in devotion, and conference with Abbe Edgeworth. He will not
see his Family: it were too hard to bear.

At eight, the Municipals enter: the King gives them his Will and
messages and effects; which they, at first, brutally refuse to
take charge of: he gives them a roll of gold pieces, a hundred and
twenty-five louis; these are to be returned to Malesherbes, who had
lent them. At nine, Santerre says the hour is come. The King begs yet
to retire for three minutes. At the end of three minutes, Santerre again
says the hour is come. 'Stamping on the ground with his right foot,
Louis answers: "Partons, let us go."'--How the rolling of those drums
comes i