were sullied with dust and perspiration; they had come to demand the residue of the Swiss prisoners, taken on the preceding day. I shall ever remember, that among those savage tygers, I observed a young man of the national guard, of an interesting physiognomy, who lavished the powers of a captivating voice, and improved the exquisite sensibility excited by circumstances, to move the hearts of his companions. He appeared like an angel surrounded by demons. But they answered the pathetic accents of his moving eloquence by the most horrid yells, and, if I am not mistaken, he owed his own safety to a precipitate flight. I had much trouble to rid myself of the innumerable multitude, which poured incessantly around me. Convinced, by this time, that my zeal was fruitless, and that I could not gain access to Louis, I wandered round the less confined groups, which crowded the errass of the Feuillans, and finally made my escape through the gate of the riding school.

A more lamentable scene than I have before witnessed, awaited me in L'echelle street. At the foot of the fountain, which divides it from St. Louis' street,

they had just found a corpse, pierced with a thousand wounds, mutilated and covered with mud and gore, already in a state of putrefaction. They were about to remove it, when a young woman, who had anxiously looked for her husband for four and twenty hours, ran and rushed through the crowd of spectators, attracted by this interesting sight. Her hair was dishevelled, her clothes torn off, her eyes inflamed, and swoln with tears, and her whole countenance stamped with despair. I have since learnt, that one of her friends, led this way by chance, having recognised in the corpse the husband, who filled the poor woman's soul with anxiety, had indiscreetly informed her of his discovery. The wretched woman had come to ascertain the fact, At the sight of the bloody and disfigured corpse, she fell into a swoon. The surrounding multitude proposed to remove her to a coffee house, when she recovered. Then trembling violently she approached with a ghastly countenance, bent her knee, unaffected by the disgust, which the view and putrid state of this mangled body must naturally have excited; she raised his head, wiped his face with her handkerchief, but not

recognising in his horrid disfigured aspect the person, whom she sought, she siezed his right hand and after rubbing it some time felt a ring. A piercing shriek accompanied this discovery. This unfortunate wife had no longer the consolation of doubting, she was pressing to her bosom the sad remains of her murdered husband. She embraced those spoils of death, fell down motionless, shed no tears, nor heaved a sigh ; there she remained; the bystanders were alike appalled and moved in beholding this funeral encounter, but their feelings were much more excited, when attempting to remove the woman from the scene of her frightful and cruel enjoyment, they found her deprived of all colour and motion. A victim of conjugal affection, she had been unable to survive her husband, and had expired in his embrace.

How many agonizing sights had festered the wounds of my heart, you may more easily conceive than I can express. I had seen the face of this busy and lively city, in less than four and twenty hours, become a scene of cruel desolation. On all sides, the rubbish of the throne, drifting through torrents of blood,

crushed indifferently, in its rapid course, friends and foes; like a furious and overwhelming tempest, which agitates the most secret abyss of the immense deep, whose dashing waves sweep the inundated shores, and heap far and wide awful monuments of tremendous destruction. Human wisdom could not see the ultimate consequence of this political tornado. Whilst indulging those melancholy reflections, I crossed a part of the city. I know not what of horror and despair I could read in every countenance. The tremendous fall of a throne firmly seated for ages appalled every mind. Even those, who first assailed it, those, who from the bottom of their hearts, either from an attachment to republican forms, or from ambition, rejoiced at its downfal, could not conceal the terror, which accompanied their success. They could not grow familiar with the idea, that a few hours had been sufficient to level and annihilate, with a breath of popular fanaticism, the colossal power, which had so long triumphed over them. On their side the tyrannical demagogues, factions newly sprung up from the dust, and the restless pupils of anarchy, who, with a view to

share among themselves the shreds of the royal mantle, had let loose the multitude, already trembled, lest that people should insist on the full sway of their newly recovered sovereignty. Devouring in their imagin ation that power, which constitutes its essence, at the same time that they loudly proclaimed liberty, they more firmly than ever rivetted their own shackles. The arrestation of talents, which licentiousness called dangerous, and of virtue, still more fatal to it, was already in contemplation. The knives of September were sharpened in silence, the axe of '93 was uplifted, the executioners were ready to seize upon the inheritance of their victims. The fate of a family, hurled from the first throne in Europe into the depths of misery and captivity, excited also an universal uneasiness. But however sincere the last sentiments might be, they were buried in the hearts, which entertained them. Louis XVI. was pitied, the fate of his family lamented; but the throes of pity were smothered, the rising sigh stifled, and the moanings hushed in secrecy. The tears shed in the dark were fruitless, as if the alarms, resulting from a deep impression, had