Nation, which was crowding here to bid her
farewell. Then arose not only tears; but piercing cries, on all sides.
Men and women alike abandoned themselves to such expression of their
sorrow. It was an audible sound of wail, in the streets and avenues of
Vienna. The last Courier that followed her disappeared, and the crowd
melted away.' (Weber, i. 6.)

The young imperial Maiden of Fifteen has now become a worn discrowned
Widow of Thirty-eight; grey before her time: this is the last
Procession: 'Few minutes after the Trial ended, the drums were beating
to arms in all Sections; at sunrise the armed force was on foot, cannons
getting placed at the extremities of the Bridges, in the Squares,
Crossways, all along from the Palais de Justice to the Place de la
Revolution. By ten o'clock, numerous patrols were circulating in the
Streets; thirty thousand foot and horse drawn up under arms. At eleven,
Marie-Antoinette was brought out. She had on an undress of pique blanc:
she was led to the place of execution, in the same manner as an ordinary
criminal; bound, on a Cart; accompanied by a Constitutional Priest in
Lay dress; escorted by numerous detachments of infantry and cavalry.
These, and the double row of troops all along her road, she appeared to
regard with indifference. On her countenance there was visible neither
abashment nor pride. To the cries of Vive la Republique and Down with
Tyranny, which attended her all the way, she seemed to pay no heed. She
spoke little to her Confessor. The tricolor Streamers on the housetops
occupied her attention, in the Streets du Roule and Saint-Honore; she
also noticed the Inscriptions on the house-fronts. On reaching the Place
de la Revolution, her looks turned towards the Jardin National, whilom
Tuileries; her face at that moment gave signs of lively emotion. She
mounted the Scaffold with courage enough; at a quarter past Twelve,
her head fell; the Executioner shewed it to the people, amid universal
long-continued cries of 'Vive la Republique.' (Deux Amis, xi. 301.)

Chapter 3.4.VIII.

The Twenty-two.

Whom next, O Tinville? The next are of a different colour: our poor
Arrested Girondin Deputies. What of them could still be laid hold of;
our Vergniaud, Brissot, Fauchet, Valaze, Gensonne; the once flower of
French Patriotism, Twenty-two by the tale: hither, at Tinville's Bar,
onward from 'safeguard of the French People,' from confinement in the
Luxembourg, imprisonment in the Co