she took him up in her arms and delivered him her-
self to the officers, bathing him with her tears, fore-
seeing that she was never to behold him again. The
poor little fellow embraced ns all tenderly, and was
carried away in a flood of tears. My mother's horror
was extreme when she heard that Simon, a shoemaker
by trade, whom she had seen as a mmiicipal officer in
the Temple, was the person to whom her child was
confided. • . • The officers now no longer remained
in my mother's apartment; they only came three
tames a day to bring our meals and examine the bolts
and bars of our windows ; we were locked up together
night and day. We often went up to the Tower,
because my brother went, too, from the other side.
The only pleasure my mother enjoyed was seeing him
through a crevice as he passed at a distance. She
would watch for hours together to see him as he
passed. It was her only hope, her only thought."

The Queen was soon deprived even of this melan-
choly consolation. On 1st August, 1793, it was re-
solved that she should be tried. Robespierre opposed
the measure, but Bardre roused into action that deep-
rooted hatred of the Queen which not even the sacri-
fice of her life availed to eradicate. " Why do the
enemies of the Republic still hope for success?" he
asked. "la it because we have too long forgotten
the crimes of the AvMrianf The children of Louis
the Conspirator are hostages for the Republic . ..
