Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-03-15

rets ON the seventh floor, without clothing, ano
perhaps without food or hire.
The sister of Marat placed herself in an
armchair and invited me to sit myself near
her After stating my name, and the object Of
NV visit. | hazarded some questions about her
brother. She spoke to me, must say, rather
of the revolution than Of Marat was sur
prised TO find under the dress and outward
seeming Of woman Of the People, . language
correct precise, and vehement there reeog-
nsed ali the ideas, and often the expressions,
Of her brother Also she was having over me,
added TO the gloom peryading the chamber, Q
strange effect. The terror which attaches itself
TO the men and things Of 1898 penetrated me,
little by little; became cold. This woman
seemed less the sister of Marat than his shade.
listened TO her in silence--t0 the words which
fell from her lips,
Gone POUNDS not, said she, q republic on
gold or ambition, but on virtue. 1t Is necessa-
nv to moralize the People A republic needs
pure men, who to the attractions OF riches and
the seductions Of power, will be inflexible.
There is no other glory on earth than to work
for the rigid enforcement Of just and equal
laws. Cicero is great, because he has crossed
the designs Of CatiliDe, and defended the lib
erty of Rome My brother, himself s to me
something, only because he has worked all his
life to destroy the factions, and to establish the
welfare of the People; otherwise would dis
own him. Monsieur, remember this well: 1t
is not the liberty Of a part, but the liberty Of
all, that ia required, and this can only be OBJ
tanned through reason and virtue. Tyranny
does not spring from the unjust nature of the
few, but the dcbasement OF the many. The
weed springs from the nncultivated rank soil;
" ~. a. not fba ax,sl
Good must DO sown, and sustained in its strug-
eles to take the place of corruption. My
brother died at his work. In vain they may
assail-they can never cfface his memory!v
She spoke then Of Robesperre with bitter
ness.
aThere was nothing 10 common" added
She between him and Marat If my brother
should have lived, the heads of Danton and
Camille Desmoulins would not have fallen"
Interrocated If her brother had been truly
the horse doctor of the Comte d'Artois-
Yes said she, 6 it is the truth; and being
SUCH he was pursued, later, by . crowd of
countesses and marqueser, who sought to win
him from the cause OF the people They judged
him by themselves, and thought, because poor,
he must be corrupt. Indeed, it was rumored
at one time that he had sold himself for q
chateau. Monsieur added she, showing me
with pride her miserable abode look am
his sister, and his only heir: behold the cha
teauo
surprised her, several times, fixing upon me
looks oistrustful and inquisitive. The sus-
picions of the revolutionists Of 1898 had not
died in her She avowed to me that she had
need of information upon my patriotism |
saw her also become angry at some of my OBJ
seryations--it was truly the blood Of Marat.
The principles advocated by her brother made
up the whole legacy left to her keeping.
The man. calamitous, sorrowful, and unfortu-
nate was in her eyes but the passing shadow
his doctrines, the substantial good left to all
humanity.
MY interview would have been protracted,
and perhaps more interesting; but left impa-
tiently, on her abiding accidentally to Char
lotte Corday, and calling her IAN infamous
woman Of the paven | am somewhat ashamed
to own this for it was Marat's sister denounc.
ing her brothers assassin but the language
was 30 severe, and the look so strong, forgot
myself As rose to GO she followed me to the
door, catching at table, chair, and wall, as she
passed, staggering, for her infrmities seemed
under excitement much worse, and said
aIf you wish more information, come again,
and If am alive you shall have it.; but age
and infrmity make it uncertain. The con-
cerge will open this door some day, and find a
Pickering light blown OUT
turned to look at the almost skeleton form
dark, threatening, and terrible, and it seemed
as if gazed upon the last phantom Of the
reign Of terror, scowlng as it disappeared.
We never met again.