The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1850-01-09
Extracts from late
Publications.
TE.RRORS OF THE
FRENCH REVOLUTION.

LEIRkUGsS uE AAE
FRENCH REVOLUTION.
We present our readers will, the fol-
lowing extracts from late English
publication entitled "Talcs of the First
French Revolution" The work has
not been rcpublished in this country.
TO the first story of the book is entitled
Professional Visits Of lie Doctcur No
ir, and the scene Of the medical gen
tlemcn's tale, as related by himself, is
principally laid in the prison OF St.
Lazaro, at Paris; u prison, that, during
the terrible dominion Of Robcrspierre,
was kept crammed to suhoca,ion by the
members Of the aristocracy and others
who had been denounced to the Com
mi.tee of Public Safety. The Doctor,
being personal friend and the pro-
fessional adviser Of the Dictator, was,
by his authority, permitted to attend i'll
healing capacity some of his former
elegant and high-born patients, those
whom he had been accustomed to visit
in their lordly mansions, but who, by
the turn of events. had since become
the occupants Of q foul and disgusting
prison. Amongst other beautiful and
noble ladies confined within it's walls,
was the young and love Duchess OF St.
Afghan, and the Doctor thus relates the
particulars Of his painful interview
with his interesting and unfortunate
patient
A YOUNG MOTHER.
AS the turnkey opened tho door sud-
denly, l heard n little shrek, and |
perceived that Madame de St. Afghan
was taken by surprise, and was a little
startled SO to be. AS for me, | was al
ways taken by surprise with one thing,
to which lnever could accustom myself,
and that was the clfcct grace and dig,
nifty ofS4r dcmeanor, her calmncss,
hcr gentle resignation, her angelic pa
tlencc, and her sweet and wo.nanly
modcsty. There was that in her, so
rare and SO exquisite, which commands
respect and submission, without ever
cxacting it; and even her downcast eyes
were Of power irresistible. At this
moment she was, however, little dis
concerned at our Sudden intrusion; but
eas,e soon recovered her dignity and
composnrc. Her cell was very small
and at this time of the year burning hot,
exposed as it was to the southern sun,
and in Therhido,', which | assure you,
was sultry as any July YOU have ever
been acquainted with. The only means
Madame de St. Afghan had to protect
herself, in some degree, from the fierce
rays of the sun, which fell full upon the
little apartment was to hang her shawl.
before the window; it was the only arti-
Gle Of dress Of that sort which she had
been allowed to keep. The dress she
sASshad on was of the simplest; but it was
2 an evening dress, and with short sleeves;
y it fReg ght have been a ball.drcss. She
rose up blushing, with a Slight "-Eh,
mon Diem!" and for moment the
tears stood in her eyes; but seeing |
was alone, she recovered herself imme-
) diatcly, and throwing over her should.
ers sort Of short, white dressing gown,
which lay near, she sat down upon the
edge Of her bed, offering me straw
; chair, the only other article Of furniture
] in her prison. perceived that one of
her feet was bare, and that she had
AA,.slpon her hand small, delicate, open.
S1s aal black silk stocking, which she
SEES}spg. Good hcavensn cried
only given me a hint
I.cen did as much = said
silcd sadly, as she raised
into one of mournful
parked upon that no
a deep and solemn
s new to me, and
30 its usual mclan.
sit down : said she
r, and with q Ger,
3lcr voice, Since my
made known, thanks
Il you Enough, en-.
1tcrrupting her: I hate
have arcpricvo,' contin-
he tumbrcls will come as
Awill not depart empty
}onary tribunal Her
E32ss sS upon the window, there
cntary wildness in them.
:brels the dreadful tumbrcls!'
'Thcir wheels shake the
ssses to their foundations.
Aakes me shuddcr.