Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1840-01-31

an act so GLOrlOuS AIIiS ihSht tslS " ait dIoS
The rich and rosy smile of enthusiasm over
spread her countenance and for moment she
appeared happy Suddenly her mind was perplex-
ed, and shadow crossed her features
What if my husband should perish on the scat
fold, ere opportunity should bringme 20 the bedside
of the slumberng tyrant,' she calculated, at the
same time pressing her brow, and walking the floor
rapidly Wei, be it so, if Heaven viii not have
it otherwise; but one thing is certain, that ere to-
morrows sun shall glitter on the spires of Paris,
this dagger shall either reach the heart of the ruff
fan Robespierre, or reck with my own hearts
blood. And low have resolved, shall live in
hopes tha. my husband shall notperish.
/ Rosalie now wcnded her way TO the residence
other aunt Madame de Bourg, to communicate to
her her resolve, and to solicit her assist
ance. 1t is necessary to mention that Madame de
Bourg, as we'll as Rosalie, had, for a long time,
been familiar in the house of Robesperre. Size
communicated her intention to her aunt, and also TO
her cousin, who had often exhibited heroic devo-
ton to her country, but to her utter astonshment
the face EMILY de Bourg changed color and her
whole manner appeared irresolute. Emily, how
ever, egaded it with pretended sickness, and Ro-
sale forgot the Circumstance, so much was she
cngrossed with the hope of Robespierre's death
and her husbands release.
Poor Blondyile, in his solitary dungeon was
thinking OF the agony which he supposed his wife
TO be suffering, little dreaming that her delicate lit
tie hand would ever attempt to Strike dagger
home to the heart of the terrible tyrant, whose
hands held the reins of empire and the desines of
France. He little knew what heroic deeds woman
is capable Of, when the life of her husband is in
danger. Night was approaching, and he dreaded
the dawning Of the next DAYS sun, as many noble
lives were doomed on the morrow to the guillotine
and his might be one. Every hour the large bell
struck he considered as one nearer to the grave
and gave himself up to the most terrifying refiec-
tions on death For several mornings he had heard
the adjoining cells emptied of their victims, and
then farewell prayers and agonlzing cries, as they
were conducted from the glogmy.grison to the gull
his cell door, as it was the custom to mark ali the
cells whose inmates were the next morning to be
=, devoted to death. This was an awful nigh. &c
BloniTille, for he had fOreboding Of something
though he could not tell what. In vain he endea-
vored to sleep. for the image ofthe writring victim
beneath the bloody axe was before his eyes, and
when he did doZe, he was aroused with the imagi
nary knell ofhis own doomed hour ofdeath. Who
can imagine his feelings every hour expecting &c
, be called forth to the scafold, from dark anC
dreary dungeon, the very air of which is sickening
TO the soul For hours through the night he woull
lie and listen 70 the groans of prisoners in the ad
/ joining cells; some wishing they had never beer
, born, and others execrating the name of Robes
pierre. He could hear them beyaiIing the fate O
fathers, and brothers, and of fIiends in the yer,
agony Of their souls, and often the tears started
e from MS eyes at their pteous exclamations.
The city clocks had tolled the hour of twelve
The streets were deserted, and all was silent a.
the bOsoms Robespiere had sent to their dark anC
bloody graves. Rosalie left her lodgings, and pa
e ced the street in moody silence; quiekening he
step the nearer she approached the dwelling of tht
tyrant. She knew the room in which Robespierrt
slept when she was under his care, and was &C
n quanted with back window through which sh
j coula gain admittance The bolt of the window
K she easily threw aside with the point of knife ant
sprang into the building in which the tyrant stun
,, bcred With step light as the movement of
shadow, the determined heroine eascendedthe stair
way which led to the great hall of reception. Sh
passed into it, and took from under her cloak darl
= lantern, by the light of which she examined th
" apartment Every thing wore awful spiendor
II the hall was hung IN black and in the middle of tn
S floor stood centre table, covered Wi.h rich blac
(, drapery, on which was human skull. Rosal
paused for a moment, to contemplate the seem
> where Robespiere gave audience, and voted 4
" the guIii0llne all those VINO had incurred his dis
= pleasure.
it From tie hall 70 tie sleeping apartment Of Ro
., Dcspierre was buta few steps, and Rosalie opene
the door softly to listen. TO her there was a mys
: terious air of dread and gloom in the apartment
e where the murderer Of so many slept, and for
3 moment her heart futtered Bot the remembrance
of her incarcerated husband, and the fate that a
waited him, neryed his arm and banished from he
heart the terror Of the tyrant and she boldly enter
ed. Upon a splendid couch before her, repose
II the demon RobeSpiewe, the Nero of France
There, in polnp and pride, slumbered the unieel
ing man whose hands were reekng with the gor
q of royalty. There he sumberpd in yoluptuou
a ease, while hundreds of mothers mourned will
bleeding hearts over the bloody remains of thei
murdered sons She stood for some moments con
y ;enplating the dreadful being, at whose nod the no
biest had perished. She advanced with the glitter
s ing dagger in her hand, and gazed in his face 4
calmness oyerspread his countepance, and the fea
: lures were aseprunled as the waters of an embo
II somed iate. She could scarcely believe that in
d nocent loskfhg being could be Robespierre stain
|, ed with thousand crimes But she could not b,