insanity, or frenzy. Some there were who
cut their throat with a razor or threw themselves from a window.

Brotteaux had been living for three days in these privileged quarters
when he learned through the turnkey that the Pere Longuemare was
languishing on the rotten verminous straw of the common prison with the
thieves and murderers. He had him put on paying terms in the same room
as himself, where a bed had fallen vacant. Having promised to pay for
the monk, the old publican, who had no large sum of money about him,
struck out the idea of making portraits at a crown apiece. By the help
of a gaoler, he procured a supply of small black frames in which to put
pretty little designs in hair which he executed with considerable
cleverness. These productions sold well, being highly appreciated among
people whose thoughts were set on leaving souvenirs to their friends.

The Pere Longuemare kept a good heart and a high spirit. While waiting
his summons to appear before the Revolutionary Tribunal, he was
preparing his defence. Drawing no distinction between his own case and
that of the Church, he promised himself to expose to his judges the
disorders and scandals to which the Spouse of Christ was exposed by the
Civil Constitution of the Clergy; he proposed to depict the eldest
daughter of the Church waging sacrilegious war upon the Pope, the French
clergy robbed, outraged, subjected to the odious domination of laics,
the regulars, Christ's true army, despoiled and scattered. He cited St.
Gregory the Great and St. Irenaeus, quoted numerous articles of the Canon
Law and whole paragraphs from the Decretals.

All day long he sat scribbling on his knees, at the foot of his bed,
dipping stumps of pens worn to the feathers in ink, soot,
coffee-grounds, covering with illegible writing candle-wrappers,
packing-paper, newspapers, playing cards, even thinking of using his
shirt for the same purpose after starching it. Leaf by leaf the pile
grew; pointing to this mass of undecipherable scrawls, he would say:

"Ah! when I appear before my judges, I will inundate them with light."

Another day, casting a look of satisfaction on his defence, which grew
bulkier day by day, and thinking of these magistrates he was burning to
confound, he cried:

"I wouldn't like to be in _their_ shoes!"

The prisoners whom fate had brought together in this prison-room were
Royalists or Federalists, there was even a Jacobin amongst the rest;
they held wid