her　family　would　soon　be　implicated。
  Poor　Princess　Lamballe！　She　had　been　killed　because　she　had　refused
  to　repeat　the　imprecations　against　the　queen；　which　they　tried　to
  extort　from　her　lips：　〃Swear　that　you　love　liberty　and　equality；
  swear　that　you　hate　the　king；　the　queen；　and　every　thing　pertaining
  to　royalty。〃
  〃I　will　swear　to　the　first；〃　was　the　princess's　answer；　〃but　to　the
  last　I　cannot　swear；　for　it　does　not　lie　in　my　heart。〃
  This　was　the　offence　of　the　princess；　that　hate　did　not　lie　in　her
  heartthe　offence　of　so　many　others　who　were　killed　on　that　3d　of
  September；　that　dreadful　day　on　which　the　hordes　of　Marseilles
  opened　the　prisons；　in　order　to　drag　the　prisoners　before　the
  tribunals；　or　to　execute　them　without　further　sentence。
  The　days　passed　by；　and　they　had　to　be　borne。　Marie　Antoinette　had
  regained　her　composure　and　her　proud　calmness。　She　had　to　overcome
  even　this　great　grief；　and　the　heart　of　the　queen　had　not　yet　been
  broken。　She　still　loved；　she　still　hoped。　She　owed　it　to　her　husband
  and　children　not　to　despair；　and　better　days　might　come　even　yet。
  〃We　must　keep　up　courage；〃　she　said；　〃to　live　till　the　dawn　of　this
  better　day。〃
  And　it　required　spirit　to　bear　the　daily　torture　of　this　life！
  Always　exposed　to　scorn　and　abuse！　Always　watched　by　the　eyes　of
  mocking；　reviling　men！　Always　scrutinized　by　Madame　Tison；　her
  servant；　who　followed　every　one　of　her　motions　as　a　cat　watches　its
  prey；　and　among　all　these　sentinels　the　most　obnoxious　of　all　was
  the　cobbler　Simon。
  Commissioned　by　the　authorities　to　supervise　the　workmen　and　masons
  who　were　engaged　in　restoring　the　partially　ruined　ancient　portion
  of　the　Temple；　Simon　had　made　himself　at　home　within　the　building；
  to　discharge　his　duties　more　comfortably。　It　was　his　pleasure　to
  watch　this　humiliated　royal　family；　to　see　them　fall　day　by　day；　and
  hear　the　curses　that　accompanied　them　at　every　step。　He　never
  appeared　in　their　presence　without　insulting　them；　and　encouraging
  with　loud　laughter　those　who　imitated　him　in　this。
  Some　of　the　officials　in　charge　never　spoke　excepting　with　dreadful
  abuse　of　the　king；　the　queen；　and　the　children。
  One　of　them　cried　to　his　comrade　in　presence　of　Marie　Antoinette：
  〃If　the　hangman　does　not　guillotine　this　accursed　family；　I　will　do
  it！〃
  When　the　royal　family　went　down　to　take　their　walk　in　the　garden；
  Santerre　used　to　come　up　with　a　troop　of　soldiers。　The　sentries　whom
  they　passed　shouldered　arms　before　Santerre；　but　as　soon　as　he　had
  passed　and　the　king　came；　they　grounded　their　arms；　and　pretended
  not　to　see　him。　In　the　door　that　led　into　the　garden；　Rocher；　the
  turnkey；　used　to　stand；　and　take　his　pleasure　in　letting　the　royal
  family　wait　before　unlocking；　while　he　blew　great　clouds　of　smoke
  into　their　faces　from　his　long　tobacco…pipe。　The　National　Guards　who
  stood　in　the　neighborhood　used　to　laugh　at　this；　and　hurl　all　sorts
  of　low；　vile　words　at　the　princesses。　Then；　while　the　royal
  prisoners　were　taking　their　walk；　the　cannoneers　used　to　collect　in
  the　allees　through　which　they　wandered；　and　dance　to　the　music　of
  revolutionary　songs　which　some　of　them　sang。　Sometimes　the　gardeners
  who　worked　there　hurried　up　to　join　them　in　this　dance；　and　to
  encircle　the　prisoners　in　their　wild　evolutions。　One　of　these　people
  displayed　his　sickle　to　the　king　one　day；　and　swore　that　he　would
  cut　off　the　head　of　the　queen　with　it。　And　when；　after　their　sad
  walk；　they　had　returned　to　the　Temple；　they　were　received　by　the
  sentinels　and　the　turnkey　with　renewed　insults；　and；　as　if　it　were
  not　enough　to　fill　the　ear　with　this　abuse；　the　eye　too　must　have
  its　share。　The　vilest　of　expressions　were　written　upon　the　walls　of
  the　corridors　which　the　royal　party　had　to　traverse。　You　might　read
  there：　〃Madame　Veto　will　soon　be　dancing　again。　Down　with　the
  Austrian　she…wolf！　The　wolf's　brood　must　be　strangled。　The　king　must
  be　hanged　with　his　own　ribbon！〃　Another　time　they　had　drawn　a
  gallows；　on　which　a　figure　was　hanging；　with　the　expression　written
  beneath；　〃Louis　taking　an　air…bath！〃
  And　so；　even　the　short　walks　of　the　prisoners　were　transformed　into
  suffering。　At　first　the　queen　thought　she　could　not　bear　it；　and　the
  promenades　were　given　up。　But　the　pale　cheeks　of　her　daughter；　the
  longing　looks　which　the　dauphin　cast　from　the　closed　window　to　the
  garden；　warned　the　mother　to　do　what　the　queen　found　too　severe　a
  task。　She　underwent　the　pain　involved　in　this；　she　submitted
  herself；　and　every　day　the　royal　pair　took　the　dear　children　into
  the　garden　again；　and　bore　this　unworthy　treatment　without
  complaint；　that　the　children　might　enjoy　a　little　air　and　sunshine。
  One　day；　the　21st　of　September；　the　royal　family　had　returned　from
  their　walk　to　their　sitting…room。　The　king　had　taken　a　book　and　was
  reading；　the　queen　was　sitting　near　him；　engaged　in　some　light　work；
  while　the　dauphin；　with　his　sister　Theresa；　and　his　aunt　Elizabeth；
  were　in　the　next　room；　and　were　busying　each　other　with　riddles。　In
  the　open　anteroom　the　two　officials　were　sitting；　their　eyes　fixed
  upon　the　prisoners　with　a　kind　of　cruel　pleasure。
  Suddenly　beneath　their　windows　were　heard　the　loud　blast　of　trumpets
  and　the　rattle　of　drums；　then　followed　deep　silence；　and　amid　this
  stillness　the　following　proclamation　was　read　with　a　loud　voice：
  〃The　monarchy　is　abolished　in　France。　All　official　documents　will　be
  dated　from　the　first　year　of　the　republic。　The　national　seal　will　be
  encircled　by　the　words；　'Republic　of　France。'　The　national　coat…of…
  arms　will　be　a　woman　sitting　upon　a　bundle　of　weapons；　and　holding
  in　her　hand　a　lance　tipped　with　a　liberty…cap。〃
  The　two　officials　had　fixed　their　eyes　upon　the　king　and　queen；　from
  whose　heads　the　crown　had　just　fallen。　They　wanted　to　read；　with
  their　crafty　and　malicious　eyes；　the　impression　which　the
  proclamation　had　made　upon　them。　But　those　proud；　calm　features
  disclosed　nothing。　Not　for　a　moment　did　the　king　raise　his　eyes　from
  the　book　which　he　was　reading；　while　the　voice　without　uttered　each
  word　with　fearful　distinctness。　The　queen　quietly　went　on　with　her
  embroidery；　and　not　for　a　moment　did　she　intermit　the　regular　motion
  of　her　needle。
  Again　the　blast　of　trumpets　and　the　rattle　of　drums。　The　funeral　of
  the　royalty　was　ended；　and　the　king　was；　after　this　time；　to　be
  known　simply　as　Louis　Capet；　and　the　queen　as　Marie　Antoinette。
  Within　the　Temple　there　was　no　longer　a　dauphin；　no　longer　a　Madame
  Royale；　no　longer　a　princess；　but　only　the　Capet　family！
  The　republic　had　hurled　the　crowns　from　the　heads　of　Louis　and　Marie
  Antoinette；　and　when；　some　days　later；　the　linen　which　had　been　long
  begged　for；　had　been　brought　from　the　Tuileries；　the　republic
  commanded　the　queen　to　obliterate　the　crown　which　marked　each　piece；
  in　addition　to　the　name。
  But　their　sufferings　are　by　no　means　ended　yet。　Still　there　are　some
  sources　of　comfort　left；　and　now　and　then　a　peaceful　hour。　The
  crowns　have　fallen；　but　hearts　still　beat　side　by　side。　They　have　no
  longer　a　kingdom；　but　they　are　together；　they　can　speak　with　looks
  one　to　another；　they　can　seek　to　comfort　one　another　with　smiles；
  they　can　cheer　each　other　up　with　a　passing　grasp　of　the　hand；　that
  escapes　the　eye　of　the　sentries！　We　only　suffer　half　what　we　bear　in
  common　with　others；　and　every　thing　seems　lighter；　when　there　is　a
  second　one　to　help　lift　the　load。
  Perhaps　the　enemies　of　the　king　and　queen　have　an　instinctive
  feeling　of　this；　and　their　hate　makes　them　sympathetic；　in　order　to
  teach　them　to　invent　new　tortures　and　new　sufferings。
  Yes；　there　are　unknown　pangs　still　to　be　felt；　their　cup　of　sorrows
  was　not　yet　full！　The　parents　are　still　left　to　each　other；　and
  their　eyes　are　still　allowed　to　rest　upon　their　children！　But　the
  〃one　and　indivisible　republic〃　means　to　rend　even　these　bonds　which
  bind　the　royal　family　together；　and　to　part　those　who　have　sworn
  that　nothing　shall　separate　them　but　death！　The　republicwhich　had
  abolished　the　churches；　overthrown　the　altars；　driven　the　priesthood
  into　exilethe　republic　cannot　grant　to　the　Capet　family　that　only
  death　shall　separate　them；　for　it　had　even　made　Death　its　servant；
  and　must　accept　daily　victims　from　him；　offered　on　the　Place　de
  Liberte；　in　the　centre　of　which　stood　the　guillotine；　the　only　altar
  tolerated　there。
  In　the　middle　of　October　the　republic　sent　its　emissaries　to　the
  Temple；　to　tear　the　king　from　the　arms　of　his　wife　and　his　children。
  In　spite　of　their　pleadings　and　cries；　he　was　taken　to　another　part
  of　the　Templeto　the　great　tower；　which　from　this　time　was　to　serve
  as　his　lodgings。　And　in　order　that　the　queen　might　be　spared　no
  pang；　the　dauphin　was　compelled　to　go　with　his　father　and　be
  separated　from　his　mother。
  This　broke　the　pride；　the　royal　pride　of　Marie　Antoinette。　She　wrung
  her　hands；　she　wept；　she　cried；　she　implored　with　such　moving；
  melting　tones；　not　to　be　separated　from　her　son　and　husband；　that
  even　the　heart　of　Simon　the　cobbler　was　touched。
  〃I　really　believe　that　these　cursed　women　make　me　blubber！〃　cried
  he；　angry　with　the　tears　which　forced　themselves　into　his　eyes。　And
  he　made　no　objection　when　the　other　officia