The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-01-21
TIL L H EADSMAN
Ok THE
= THE REIGN OF TERROR.

tached TO the palace bearing the same name, and
occupied as the Chambers Of the Peers of France,
was up to the occurrence OF the first revolution,
place OF Imprisonment for titled criminals and such
others as were to be tried for attempting the Mon
archs life. Thence was Marshal Ney taken to
his place OF execution; there rested many proud
souls, martyrs to the doctrines of the Grondins
who stepped from out its walls to mount the gull
lotine. The prison of the Luxembourg excites
curiosity at the present moment from its connexion
with the Bonaparte family. In an ill-paved dirty
room in the basement, General Bonaparte visited
and became enamored OF the widow of the General
Beauharnais. Borrowing the Consul's sword, the
future Empress raised a paving tile in one corner
OF her dismal prison chamber. With cry Of Joy
she discovered plain gold ring, half buried amid
the dust; Bonaparte gazed upon the action with
emotions oi curiosity, and enqured the reason for
the conceament Of 50 trihing jewel. "In your
eyes, my friend, exclaimed Josephine, It's of no
value; in mine, it's worth the treasures of India.
Twas present from my mother, and as | but
tarry here as in the vestibue TO the scafold, was
unwilling that sacred gift should be sullied by
the touch of an excutioner." In later days after
the failure of his deplorable attempt upon Bou-
logne the Prince Louis Napoleon was ncarcerated
IN the dungeons of the Luxembourg, where he con-
soled himself by apostrophzing the glory of his
uncle. Like his fair relative, the prison may be
the mere stepping stone to Imperial throne.
The persons mentioned as the narrators of the
touching and thrilling story appended, translated
Hou lnt French oil MINI. Louis LuTlne and
Maurice Alhey was the celebrated Camille Des-
moulins, who, the 18th July, 1889, mounting
upon table in the gardens of the Palais Royal,
and tearing down few leaves from a tree, dis
played the revolutionary cockade, and proclaimed
the country in danger--the true commencement OF
the old French Republic, and Fabre d'Eglantine a
iorclble poet and democratic orator. executed along
with his friends, Danton, Desmoulins, Westerman,
Herault, who joked with the executioners and
others of the Mountain party perished the thirteenth
Germinal, (April 5th) 1894. The wife of Des-
| moulins beautiful and accomplished lady of but
twenty three years, followed her husband to the
scaflold within two weeks. Mime. Roland, Char
lotte Corday, and the wife of Camille, are ever
ranked as the nobestmartyrs to revolutionary fury
| discovered tissure in my prison wall there
| | applied my ear and heard deep moan,
hazarded few words, and L heard the voice of
suffering invalid. He asked my name, which
gave him. Good God he exclaimed, and fel
back upon his bed ofasufering Then distinct,
recognized the voice of Fabre d'Eglantine. Yes
| | am Fabre, he added with sigh, and thou ar
| here the contre-revolution is indeed accom-
plished.'n
Thus Camille Desmoulins-the tribune of the
Paals Royal, called forth by the emergency of the
18th OF july the friend of Danton, of Robespierre-
| expressed himself from the dungeon OF the Luxem
bourg IN letter to his wfe-his testamentar,
| epistle.
| What interview-what a singular recogni
ton Alter the spectacle of the Girondins VIII
| sported with the guillotine to experience tn
SAD reality OF death, what more touching scene il
AN almost incredible tragedy, can be presented
tilan thls meeting OF two prisoners, such as Ca
| mile Desmoulins and Fabre d. Byzantine,
At such moment, which to them was nveste,
with all the deadly soemnity of the last hour nei
ther let TALL from their dying lips any reproach-
any murmur against their friends OF yesterday, wht
| on the morrow were to be converted into accuser,
J and Judges The first few words were calm, some
what sad cold, and resigned; then they commen
ced conversation which lasted all the night-i
sort OF adleu pronounced by two orators, two poets
| 10 literature, to imagination, to poetry
Who would believe it? that within prison
which touched the very foot of the scaliod these
two captlves begged each other to quote the sweet
est passages from the literature of their age-thei
country to evoke, in thought, the Illustrations the
masterpieces, the glories Of poetic France. From
the history OF books they passed 10 the history o.
| men from written dramas to real ones from the
! imaginary tragedies of the stage, to the still living
tragedies oil the revolutionary theatre; from heroes
OF pot-houses to those of the public squares from
the tribunes of Rome to the demigods of Paris
| from Cicero to the Girondns from Cataline tC
| RobespeTre; from the Senate to the Convention
| from the death OF Caesar TO that of Louis XVI.
Friend u exclaimed Fabre d'Eglantine, with
regard to what we were speaking Of in connexion
with the fall of the last King of France, remem
Der an unwritten singularity attached to the sad
| uestlny oil that unfortunate prlnce-an adventure
simple, yet at the same time terrible; mystery
| which, In my opinion, offers example, demon
stratlon OF the great law of human expation.n
| W hat is this mystery" inquired Camille Des
moulins; "speak, and speak quickly for it s alrea
dy late, and in few hours, perchance, shal
hear sovereign voice exclaim behind us Lee
pass the Justice of the people p"
w ELL Camille, be it So" rejoined Fabre d Egg
antine. In 17SS, there was in the environs o
Saint Menehould, large village-its name l now
iorget-whose prosperity was in every way equa
to Its wealth, and ii show you the reason fish
cry was abundant an exchange in trade from one
frontier to the other, brought sure, though small
profits, and often there was mingled with the chan
ces of traffic and daily labor, a something which
had every appearance of marauding, of smuggling
In this difficult and dangerous profession, among
the most adroit marauders and daring smugglers
young man drew the admiration OF the village
from his intelligence, his good humor; this peas
ants name was Pierrot Dubourg
In 1883, the earnings and equivocal savings O
| Plerrot were already of considerable amount
Young, brave, and nearly rich, Pierrot grew tire,
oil spending his youth and fortune in solitude, an,
therefore set to work to discover some good ehari
table soul who would take charge Of one half hi
money one half his happiness. One day, at Va
rennes, he met with young and innocent girl
| called, believe, Geneveve the Brunette Pierro
and Genevieve loved each other at first sight, lk
the heroes OF romance, or more properly like birds
VINO are the most romantic lovers we know of
Some months after this love meeting Pierro
| eUnced great passion for travelling. He prayet
his pretty betrothed to wait little longer and I,
bsag tho disappointment with the least sadness