the last.

Ex-Mayor Bailly is in prison; Ex-Procureur Manuel. Brissot and our
poor Arrested Girondins have become Incarcerated Indicted Girondins;
universal Jacobinism clamouring for their punishment. Duperret's Seals
are broken! Those Seventy-three Secret Protesters, suddenly one day,
are reported upon, are decreed accused; the Convention-doors being
'previously shut,' that none implicated might escape. They were marched,
in a very rough manner, to Prison that evening. Happy those of them who
chanced to be absent! Condorcet has vanished into darkness; perhaps,
like Rabaut, sits between two walls, in the house of a friend.

Chapter 3.4.VII.

Marie-Antoinette.

On Monday the Fourteenth of October, 1793, a Cause is pending in the
Palais de Justice, in the new Revolutionary Court, such as these old
stone-walls never witnessed: the Trial of Marie-Antoinette. The once
brightest of Queens, now tarnished, defaced, forsaken, stands here at
Fouquier Tinville's Judgment-bar; answering for her life! The Indictment
was delivered her last night. (Proces de la Reine, Deux Amis, xi.
251-381.) To such changes of human fortune what words are adequate?
Silence alone is adequate.

There are few Printed things one meets with, of such tragic almost
ghastly significance as those bald Pages of the Bulletin du Tribunal
Revolutionnaire, which bear title, Trial of the Widow Capet. Dim, dim,
as if in disastrous eclipse; like the pale kingdoms of Dis! Plutonic
Judges, Plutonic Tinville; encircled, nine times, with Styx and
Lethe, with Fire-Phlegethon and Cocytus named of Lamentation! The very
witnesses summoned are like Ghosts: exculpatory, inculpatory, they
themselves are all hovering over death and doom; they are known, in
our imagination, as the prey of the Guillotine. Tall ci-devant Count
d'Estaing, anxious to shew himself Patriot, cannot escape; nor Bailly,
who, when asked If he knows the Accused, answers with a reverent
inclination towards her, "Ah, yes, I know Madame." Ex-Patriots are here,
sharply dealt with, as Procureur Manuel; Ex-Ministers, shorn of their
splendour. We have cold Aristocratic impassivity, faithful to itself
even in Tartarus; rabid stupidity, of Patriot Corporals, Patriot
Washerwomen, who have much to say of Plots, Treasons, August Tenth, old
Insurrection of Women. For all now has become a crime, in her who has
lost.

Marie-Antoinette, in this her utter abandonment and hour of extreme
need, is not wanting to h