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Addressed to t new-found Priond,
Jt nv MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY,
vf c met as strangers, lady, not as strangers do trepan ;
. ng w ill thy memo y remain onsbrinod within my heart ;
! would hoX Utcse unhidden tears bsneath mine eyelids
as standing on the pcbMy shore, I breathe my sad farewell.
c met as strangers, bat that breast must be-as winter cold,
- hich asks revolving years before love's blossoms can unfold ;
A look, a word, a simple tone, oft wakes the spirit's strings,
. i J c-i.lt forth aU the jtiokxiy from sympathy that springs.
i chambers of mv iwrcry an added treasure show :
i . y graceful form is pictured there, thy calfti and cloudless
r ari by affection's skiKol hand, illumed by memory's light,
i aJcless those raws will still be foundjiiwheh roars have smsl
uieir lacm. . ,
uarK indeed would be this world, did we not sometimes
That best of aU earth's fairy gifts a gentle, kidred miiri ;
a -id though we oalymeet to putf yet pleasant thoug Ids remain.
To thecr our onwaid path,
that path I
wtien tunc has strew"
i".ircwell, sweet friend I speak the word with vain bet foal
imy oe longcrc we sMBHncet again as we have met ;
i n X ihc quftt.evcntog hour; O ' let my memory seem
T ic- half-traood image of a paaiid not unpleasing dream,
During 'The Reign of Terror.'
From the Tern-
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"What is Jo become of thee, oh mtT country V
exclaimed Blondville, one day, throwing himself
upon ,a sofa, and giving Vent to his
vB,iuiBB duuHvraia w.Uiu ...uua, i.i
Paris; what is to become of France. Robespierre
Is1 the most bloodv tyrant in the universe."
Blondviile started from his seat, and gazed a
rounl to see if any listening ear overheard his !
words.. Pinding all silent, he again exclaimed :
"Ne?& and Caligula could not surpass him in
eir tlfirst for blood."
f""A.tithis moment a knocking at the door of his
4 rlor roused him to a sense of the danger he bra
vod in speaking thus harshly of Robespierre, and
$ oi being overheard. I he door opened, and a ser
vant handed liim a letter, which he knew came
irom trie lair msaue, tor ine .uperenpuon was
in her hand writing. With a smiling countenance
:c dvelt upon everv line; and after reading it twice
v r t l? f
'Yes, leautiful creature, fairest of Heaven's
wprks, I will with pleasure obey your commands;
if it is to cross unknown seas, climb mountains,
and explore tlie trackless desert. I will soon be
vitli you and gazeoRce more on the idol and angel j
oi ra nean.
That nightMadame and Mademoiselle de Bourg
with Rosalie in their little parlour
conversing on the awful affairs of France.
. 4 It appear to me,' said Madame dc Bourg, 'that
Miii. villain, jvuiMrajiiviiu, is uuiciuiiuuu iu uai-jii in
nate every noble, wealthy and learned person in
' ' He appears to riot in the blood of the Royal
family,' said the beautiful Emily.
' Be more cautious and speak not no loud,' ex-
claimed Rusalie, 4stme one may be listuiing.'
.-i'here is an ar Utat never sleepe,' ibid a voice
iout, in hollow and husky toti&t.
The ladies screamed, and the next moment the
door .opened, and a frightful object entered; Iris
fare covered with blood. Rosalie had nearly faint
ed, ere Blondville couki snatch tkc mask from his
f ice and discover himself.
' Though I am so gay,' said Blond ville, ' 1 have
but a little while ago witnessed one of Upmost
harrillic scnes that over appalled humanity. Hear
ing that Roispierre had condemned Brissot nd
twenty-one otliers of tho Gonver.tion, I v.ent to Ac
prison, and from tiience to the guiHotine. You re
nembor, Rosalie, tlie fine looking niun we were
admiring the Other day in the street ! Well, that
was Valleze. He sl'abded himself immediately
fter hearing his sentence, and such countenance,
)h ! God, J never ean jforget it.-' . .;
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Did you see the poor creature beheaded,' isk
ed Rosalie, with a deep sigh.
'I did,' returned Rlondville, 'and ?jh ! how poor
Brissot hated to die.'
' Why do you pily him,' asked Madanio de
Rourg, 'but yesterday he, and ihc twentync who
perished with hisn, were the confederatabf Rob
spierre, and gave their sanction to tlie inhuman
decrees which have sent so many worthy men to
perish beneath the accursed guillotine. They Vvero
all equally guilty in the sight of Heaven.'
' It is natural to the human heart to pity the Fal
len and distressed. Oh ! could you but have seen
how reluctantly they went to the block how they
hung back upon life, loath to let it go, you would
have pitied them, indeed you would.'
Indeen, I would not,' spiritedly exclaimed Ma- i
uame do iourg, lor liiey had no pity on the no
ble hearts they sent there to perish. Pity them in
deed no, no.'
Madame and Mademoiselle de Bourg now py.t on
their hats, and went out upon a visit, leaving Blcnd-
ville in the situation he desired, alone with Rosalie. been familiar in the house of Robespierre. SKe
Swiftly and sweetly passed the winded hours, ( communicated her intention to her aunt, and also to
while upon his knoe he poured out his soul and her cousin, who had often exhibited a heroic devo
made known his sentiments. Ere the month end- tion to her country, but to her titter" astonishment,
ed, Rosalie had joined her fate to that of Blond- ' the face of Emily de Bourg changed color and her
vii;3, and a groat deal of rejoicing was the consc- ' whole manner appeared irresolute. Emily, how
quence. .ever, evaded it with pretended-sickness, and Ro-
4 Am I not the happiest of men 1' asked Blond: salie forgot, the circumstance, so much was she
ville, one day, as he held Ins blooming and beauti
ful wife in his arras.
' And am I not the. happiest of women Vcx-1
claimed Rosalie, 'fori have everything I desire,
and a bright future before me, unobscured by a
Scarcely had the words droppe J from herjips, j
ere a thundering knock was heard at the door, and
three ruffians rushed in. -
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1 presume, said one ol tnem, m language su-
11 ' a
Parior to his salion ' that the accomplished, though !
unfortunate ictor itosatn.i; de iJlondville stands
before me I
'I am that fated wretch," cried the unhappy
Blondville, anticipating their errand, and
in Ins arms the form of the faintiqg Rosali
ot gola and
edare not take it,' exclaimed one of them,'
' for our own heads would pay the forfeit of your
escape, uneerup and nope lor the best. Unnn
him along, comrades.'
Blondville laid the fainting form of Rosalie on
the sofa, and gazing upon her pale features, burst
tn, ,,, fuut nF;tk ,t,.
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suuci in luiuic.
ago I was .he happiest of n, hut now "nEST . ! If I -uld but have saVed my husband I couM d,e
let me lly, and lie oliered them a large his cell door, as it was the custom to mark ali the fscuea mm irom ine langs oi a uger-wnose nean
ering with the precious metal. ! cells whose inmates were the next morning to be 1 1S.. ia as llie walls luat comme my poor Uiowl-
iu uiu sum. l vi liuuis iijiuuyii iiiu iiigui, ne WOUlU
' Come along, sir, come along, we cannot wait,' , lie and listen to the gror.ns of prisoners in the ad
said the roughest ruffian, and hurried the alarmed joining cells; some wishing they had never been
Rlnnrlvilln fmm innncihin xvifn nr.- T,i,-timo
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to bid her adieu. What a transition he mentally
exclaimed, from the most ecstatic bliss to the deep
est misery; and from the arms of an adored wife
and happy home, to the dark and dreary confines
of a dungeon. A cold chill paralized Blondville's
heaVt, as he gazed up at the iron-grated windows
and massive walls of the dungeon, from whence
perhaps he was never to retrace his stc:. but as a
" , " " " " " " , 1 ' 7 ,
! vlcUm to lhe Ratine. Scarcely had he reached
j the eteps of tlie temple prison ere a wild scream
irom ocninu arrcsieu nis aticnuon. it proceeded
! from the unhappy Rosalie, crying : ' Give me back
myhasband-murderers 'give me back mv hus-
liand. AVuh hair dishevelled, and wit,i the wild
' air of Srief' she aiProached, but ere she could
roach the mass:
SSIVC ironciOOr SWUniO On IIS iJinfTeQ,
chappy husband from her view. In
and hid the wihapp
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am 3lie Peau tt,,n 1,10 "ara eano Jaiior; vain
sne prayea mm to aumu ner to ner nusoand ; his
heart was inexorable, and a friend bore her bark,
Mastate little below frenzy, to her once haunv.
now miserable home. She there threw herself on
a sofa, and gave vent to a flood of tears, which re
lieved her ovorburtheued heart. There is a limit
to the weakness of woman, after which a reaction
takes place, bringing with it stern resolve and he
roic fortitude. It was thus with the delicate,jhe
beautiful Rosalie, who in ordinary circumstance:?
would start at a shadow, but who was now prepa
red to do a deed at which a hero might stand ap
palled. 'Yes !' cried she, 'with a distracted air, ' I will
do the Woody deed and save my husband. Rbbe
spiere s4?a!l die this dagger shall free the world
from heartless tyrant and rescue France from n
vortex of ruin.1
She walked the floor in deep contemplation for
a moment, tmd again exclaimed :
' Should 1 fail in
ittcmnt in s-nvn iv KiiIob,I ti,i .unrr
, L... , 11-', A tures vercjaaiMiruflled as the waters of an embo-
shali reach my own heart, and deprive the tyrant j 80m1&4JPe could scarcely believe that jn
from nnbruomg his hands in my blood. Oh! should nocent loWTfiy being could be Kobespierre, stain
this arm he so fortunate as to reach his bosom, cd with a thousand crimes. But ,she could not be
France will hail me as her benefactor, and erect m,token, for she hadknown h m long before he
W - Set "l,erChad iLnSrionfLS
form .ppsteity. that the arhAwhich tione the deed stained the miillotinn wfih.msntW'hwi
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an net so glorious. This night the tyrant dies.'
The rich and rosj' smile of enthusiasm over
spread her countenance ; and for a moment she
appeared happy. Suddenly her mind was perplex
ed, and a shadow crossed her features.
' What if my husband should perish on the scaf
fold, ere opportunity should brlngmc to the bedside
of the slumbering tyrant,' she ejaculated, at the
same time pressing her brow, and walking the floor
rapidly. ' Well, be it so, if Heaven will not have
it otherwise; but one thing is certain, that oie to-
! morrow's sun shall glitter on the spires of Paris,
this flnm.nr liall mthcr reach the-heart of the ruf-
fian Robespierre, or reck with jny own heart's
blood. And now I have resolved, I shall live in
ww 1 i
hopes that my husband shall not perish.
Rosalie now wended her way.' to the residence
of her aunt, Madame dc Bourg, to communicate to
her her resolve, and to splicit her assist
ance. It is neccssaiy to mention that Madame de
Bourg, as well as Rosalie, hadj for a long lime,
cngrossedgwith the hope of Robespierre's deatli
and her.husband's release.
Poor Blond ville, in his solitary dungeon' was
thinking, of the agony which he-supposed his wife
to be suffering, little dreaming tjiat her delicate lit-
! tie hand would ever attempt to strike a dagger
home to the heart of the terrible tyrant, whose
hands held the reins of empire and the destinies of
France. He little knew what heroic deeds woman
is capable of, when the life of her husband is in
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rlnnorpr iNio-it wn? nrinrnnrlnnor. nnrl ho rlrnnrinrl
the dawning of the next day's sun, as many noble
lives were doomed on the morrpw to the guillotine
and his might be one. Every hour the large bell
struck, he considered as one nearer to the grave,
. Blondville, for he had a foreboding of something,
' though he could not tell what. In vain he endea -
i vored to sleep, lor tlie lmaric ot the writ nnr victim
beneatti tlie bloody axe was beiore Ins eyes, and
when be did doze, he was aroused with the imagi
nary knell of his own doomed hour of death. Who
can imasine his feelinas : overy hour cxpectintr to
be called forth to the scaffnl. . frnm n darfcnnrl
j dreary dun-eon. the vervair of which is sickenimr
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corn, ana ouicrs execrating ine name ot itobes
t r tit .i - i
strailinirtho fate of!
nierre. lie couiu near tnem oe
fathers, and brothers, and of friends, in the very
catching : tions on death. For severaFmorm'ngs he had heard i )ie"d at h
agony of their souls, and often the tears started greai regara tor mm, i Miocuan out ana trusty
from his eyes at their piteous exclamations. 1 1iend' wh? ls. m th serrr,c1? of Robespierre, to dc-
The city clocks had tolled the hour of twelve. I ?at ?our deigns, for I believed that the act, whe
The streets were deserted, and all was silent aslh" crmynedr Wllh success ,r not would only end
the bosoms Robespierre had sent to their dark and in.t,VJ ru,n of y" and h"sbam11 both' r
bloodv craves. Rosalie left her lodsinra. and na- nll.nd wrought up to frenzy, and you was little
ced the street in moody silence; quiekening her
steP lhe nearer she approached the dwelling of the
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tyrant. She knew the room in which Robespierre
when she was umler hig care M(1 wjJ- ac
quainted with a back window through which she
couia gam aumittance. ine oolt ot the window
ciin .Mi,Tti,. 1 ,:,',, i,,. r i.. t ... i
she easily threw aside witn the point of a knife and
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fPng into the building in which the tyrant slum
shadow, the determined heroineascended the stair-
way which led to the great hall of reception. She
"3.-ua jinu il, anu iuujv uum viiiuw uur UlUctit atiuril
la,,t:rn' by the light of which f.he examined the
apartment. Fivery thing wore an awful splendor ;
lho haU wa hung j black and in the iniddll3 ()f thc
: lloor stood a centre table, covered with rich black
drapery, on which was a human skulh Rosalie
paused for a moment, to contemplate the scene
wiieie Kobespierre gave audience, and voted to
the guillotine all those who had incurred his dis
pleasure. From thc hall to the sleeping apartment of Ro
bespierre was buUa few steps, ahd C.osalie opened
the door softly to listen. To her there was a mys
terious air of dread and gloom in the apartment
where the murderer of so many slept, and for a
moment her heart fluttered. Bui the remembrance
of her incarcerated huhband, apd tlie fate that a
waitedhim, nerved his arm, and banished from her
heart the terror of the tyrant, and she boldly enter
ed. Upon a splendid couch before her, reposed
the demon Robespierre, thd Kero of Franco.
1 here, m pomp and pride, slumbered the unfcel
ing man whose hands were reeking with the gore
of royalty. There ho slumberud in voluptuous
ease, while hundreds ol mothers mouri
bleeding hearts over the hloodyj remains
murdered sons. She stood for some mom
of mothers mourned with
templating thc dreadful being, at whose nod the no
blest had perished. She advanced with the rrlitter-
I inJf daSger m her hand, and gazfcd in his face. A
i . . . a
cammess oversnreau ins countenance, and the lea-
A slight noise startled Rosalie. In a moment
she closed the lantern, and raised the. dagger to
strike the oppressor of iher husband and the cause
of all her woe. In Jhejsame instant that the blow
was aimed at his breast "she felt her arm arrested
by an unseen hand, andltlie dagger snatched from
her grasp. It was the work of an instant of time.
'Oh, God! I am lost!' mentally exclaimed Ro
salie, and in breathless suspense rushed to the
door, in passinc through which sometliing fell, and
lodged in the folds of her cloak. No noise ensued,
no alarm was civen and no footsteps pursued her
After she gained the street, she again breathed free
ly, and almost believed that it was imagination
which had caused her to drop the dagger. But yet
she felt tho human hand foicibly arrest her arm
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1,1,3 ui ui iukvi u "vi ittii, aim
in t t ru) nrrrrnr wrptrnn irnm iifr nnnn ir :i i -
tention was now directed to the object which had
fell in her cloak as she "passed through the door.
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it was a lomeu paper jn wuicn oy ine iami ugnio
her lamp she could discover writing.
' Who knows,' exclaimed Rosalie, ' but Provi
dence has thrown this in my way for some good
I will hasten home and examine its contents. Oh
it lieavon will but srant tins to be the means o
my husband's escape, I will forever hereafter de
vote myself to religion
With this hope in her heart, (and the wretched
cherish the most forlorn hopes) she swiftly paced
the silent streets. Arriving at her dwelling, she
proceeded to read the contents of the paper, and
found it to be the order of Robespierre for the re
lease of some woman's son (name not mentioned,)
to whom ho referred only through herself. It was
couched in the following language :
'The Tcetsper of the temple prison will release
the son of the bearer of this, as be has been un just
ly accused. I have taken pity upon him. By or
der of Robespierre."
1 And does Robespiere ever feel pity,' exclaim
ed Rosalie, as she drew her pen and ink from her
escrutoire. ' Did his heart ever melt with the Hea
ven inspired emotion of pityl'
She took her pen and having smoothly oblitera
ted with a knife the word son she inserted in its
place the word husband. She then shouted for
' One more attempt,' she exclaimed, ' and if I
fail, my husband muit fall a victim to the axe and
to the vengeance of Robespierre. But he shall
not be unavenged. I have a second dagger which
shall either reach his heart, or free my own from
As she uttered the last word a thundering knock
e door, and she started in terror,
come,' she exclaimed, ' for I hear
the ruffians of Robespierre at the door. Oh God
Secreting the paper in her bosom, she tremblin
! ly proceeded to open the dorr, where, to her sur-
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same dagger in her hand which had been snatched
irom the grasp oJ Kosahe m the chamber of Robe
spierre. Rosalie stood amazed and felt the flame
of anger rising m her heart at the thought that Em
ily had been the means of defeating the liberation
v neen ine means oi ueieatmg me
. ot ier llusband' m,I Perceiving her
i sno ;c :
' Dearest cousin, be not angry till I have told you
I was present when you uttered your deter -
anon of stabbing Robespierre in his sleep, and
fearing, least in your precipitation, you might slay
nis otner, ior x cannot out coniess nat i nave a
, nrt html tt rin n fnnr whmh rnnturnc Tnn tifmriGt
calculated to do a deed which requires the. utmost
coolness conjoined with unflinching determination.'
' Oh, God !' exclaimed Rosalie, gazing with a
maniac stare at Emilie, 4 then you will be the mur
derer of my husband your hands will reek with
his heart's blood, as it gushes from beneath the
Ruuioune. ine aaiicriir you nave lurnoci irom me
' y . c .i i .1 i i -n i i i
l lionet nt thi rn nntlotsc lnlioctiorro wrill hrt minor!
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to the hilt in his.' Then shouting at the top of her
voice, she again exclaimed :
' Think you I fear death, when by the sacrifice
of my Own life I can rescue my husband from air
ignominious death ? Think you 1 have no courage
fora nobledeed! Did Inot stand like Brutus over the
guardian of my youth, and the enemy of my coun
try, ready to wash out his crimes in his blood. But
Brutus had no wife to perish by the tyrant. Oh, no,
no, no. You, my Kinswoman, from whom I ex
pected assistance and succour, have doomed me to
widowhood, and my poor husband, who now pines
in his dungeon, to deatli. Oh, God! was it reserv
ed for you to lift the axe which must not only fall
on my husband's neck, but must cleave my heart
in twain.- If he dies, I am eternally undone. But
hear me Heaven, I will not cease to attempt his
liberation, till he perishbs on the scaffold ; till my
heart breaks with anguish, ahd my brain runs wild
with madness and despair.'
With a hysteric laugh, she threw herself upon a
sofa. A thousand ringlets fell over her white neck
and bosom, and a Praxiteles or Michael Angolo,
would have considered her beautiful, even in
her despair. On that same sofa she had sat with
her husband but a short time before, and comment
ed on their happiness. How transitory is human
bliss! How sweet and vanishing !
But where now was Blondville, the gay and be
loved Blondville, the idol of his heroic wife's bo
som, the cherished of the army in which he was an
officer, and a pattern for every noble youth in Pa
ris Where was he who so lately reclined in the
lap of wealth, and basked in the smiles of heauty!
His wealth confiscated, stripped of every honor,
and dragged from the arms of the woman who lov
ed him to idolatry, he pines in a damp, dark dun
geon, every hour expecting to hear the knell of his
own doom and to be led out to the guillotine al
ready - drunk, with human blood. Like many a
youth the pride of Paris, ho expected to perish.
Already had ho escaped his doom by passing from
4-alilcorHQOspj-eiuid ftvtm.-ioyihaonxnat 1 n
his own cell, the door of which had received the
death mark into another.
The gray dawn was just purpling the Heavens,
as Rosalie, with an assumed joy and quick step,
ascended the marble steps of the prison, and hand-
-ed to the keeper the paper which purported to bo
an order trom uobespiene lor the release of her
husband. She trembled as he alternately scruti
nized the paper and her. But so well did she dis
semble, and so well did he know the signature of
Kobespierre, that he bade her pass, and gave her
the number ol the cell in which iJlondville was
confined. Her blood run cold as she surveyed thu
gloomy vault, the iron doors and stone floor which
had been so often wet with the tears of miserable
victims. But no time was to be lost, and she flew
to the arras of hei husband: He was in a deep
sleep, and in the moment of awaking, Lnagined
that his hour was come : and that she who l.ad'conio
to liberate him, was Ins execuiioner. Scarcely
could he believe his senses when he beiieid tno
beautiful Rosalie bending over him, and urging
him to escape for hisjife.
'There is but; one 'condition,' said the unhapp?
Blondville, 'upon which I can live, and sooner
than agree to that I will .suffer death, yea, a thou
sand deaths on tho rack.'
'What mean you,' asked his lovely and
affectionate wife, attempting to raise him from his
' Your dishonor alone can snatch me from tha
guillotine. Robespierre was here in my cell yes
terday, taunting me with the hope oflife, andmado
the hellish, insulting proposal of your dishonor.
My blood boiled with vengeance, and my br-iin
reeled with a sickening freazy, I longed for a dag
' Nay, nay, understand me,' said Rosalie, inter
rupting nim, ' you are now at liberty fly, for there
is r.t.t a -moment lo be lost. By a false mder 1
have procured your release, and the doors are open
to you. Rise and fly ere it is too late. At ano
ther time 1 will explain.'
' But,' said Blondville, hesitating, ' should I fail
I shall involve you in my ruin.'
' Fear not for me, my dearast husband, but fiy
while life is yours. It matters not,' said the devo
ted woman, 'if my life should pay the penalty for
the preservation ofyours-'
She seized him by the arm and literally dragged
him from his cell. With enquiring eyes the keep
er surveyed him as he passed from the prison
The open air and the sight of Heaven, sct-mec! to
infuse into him the love of life, and with rapid
steps he pursued his way to the house of a mend,
who readily agreed to furnish him a horse. After
disguising himself, he pressed his heroic wife to
his bosom, in one long embrace, then tore himself
Kroiii-her arms and fled. Scatcclv had th. snn.-.d
of the horse's hoofs died away, ere the alaira
was given that a prisoner had escaped, and a hun
dred men were in pursuit. But toon had he es
caped from the city, and as night closed in, found
himself m the depths of the forest of Fontainbleau,
thirty-five miles from Paris. In the midst of a
storm, his noble steed bore him onward, over
streams and fallen trees, till he had far outstripped
his pursuers. Fatigued and hungry, he knew not
where to obtain food for himself or his horse, till a
glimmering light on the confines of the forest, at
tracted his eye. Thither he- rode, and obtained
lodgings for the night. Scarcely had he departed
1 eVery road in the forest, and at one time a sen d'
arme was within a fow yardjJj and cnqilire fi( ho
in ine morning, ere his pursuers
had seen the prisoner, lie escaped by tellingthe
guu u urine mat ne was an omcer, on his way to
the army, commanded by the celebrated general
Pichegru. Under this general he did servo by as
suming another name until some time in ihe yec
1704, when he determined to -visit Pans-in dis
guise, in search of his wife. It was late on ono
beautiful afternoon; when he arrived in the city.
So altered was he by hardship, that even his friends
did not know liim. The prince Louis XVI 1. who
had long been 'confined in the Temple prison, had
just died ; his aunt, the beautiful and accomplished
princess Elizabeth having perished beneath the re
volutionary axe. Scarcely had he arrived in the
city ere he saw hundreds and thousands running
towards the palace of the Tuilleries, with the cry
of ' dewn with tho tyrant:' Blondville hastened
to the spot, and learned that Tallien. Barms,
Beurdon. Legendre, de Thionville a d otlier mout
hers of the convention, fearful of their own fate,
had impeached Robespierre, St. Just, Conthon,
Henriot, La Valette, and others. They were ar
rested, and conducted to therpiison of the Luxem
burg ; but the adtninistratorpfpolice, being a crea
ture of Robespierre, refusedlto admit them, and a
body of Jacobins led them triumphantly back to tho
Hotel de Ville. Robespierrotptend'ed to form a
out tie louid that tue mob had forsaken him, aiv'
finding his career drawing to a close, drew.a pistr.l
and shot himself in the moutb. The ball tore a
way part of his jaw, but did not kill him. Le B?s
3hot himself dead on the spot, and the sounder
Robespierre leaped from a window, and brojff an
arm and leg. Couthon attempted to stab himself,
but at length they wore all taken and draggy!, af
ter condemnation, to the Place de Louis
where so many had perished; Amid the insumpf
the populace, the trembling Robpsninrrn iva ir?rri
ged to the guillotine, and stained wl.'a hisTotvnll
bioou ine instrument ot ins vongear . Tlmughj
they nad doomed so many, not one di UavetWlw
fortitude ot the hundreds they h-1 doomed, save
St. Just. He alone died like a hero. Blondville,
cried, and wended his way to the dwelling oi Ma
dame du Bourg: to his surprise she and her daugh
ter were both in prison, and undue sentence of
death, but they were soon liberated, For a long
time he bought in vain for Rosalie, but at length
found her in a convent; and joyful "was the meet
ing. Upon tho accession of Louin the XVIII.
Blondville's estate was restored, und they havo
since lived in the, possession of ovary thing that
could render them happy and contended,
though sick at the sight of blood, shouted with joy,
when he beheld the bleeding head of the tvrant
Robespierre. "The Reian of Terror'' is over. 1m