East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1864-07-27

and tho fruits, the wine, and the
flowers alone remained, the conversa-
ton became animated, with occasional
bursts of gayety. A few Of the unbe-
levers in Immortality ondeavored TO
thus meet their doom. But il was
hiliarity unnatural, and unworthy of
the men and their condition. Death
is not Jest, and ho who attempts TO
so regard it does but dishonor him
self
"What shall VIC Dc doing to-mor-
row at this timo ?" asked Ducos.
1--WE shall Sleep" responded one,
"after the fatigues of the day, to wake
up no moro. - Death is but endless
"No." reioinod Fouchet; 'annihila-
ton is not our destiny. These bodies
perish. These thoughts never die.
Tomorrow, in other words, we shall
think, feel, act. We shall have solved
tho problem of the destiny Of the hui
man mind"
All turned TO Vergniaud, as by a
common impulse. His discourse was
long, and has been described as the
most eloquent which was ever uttered
by human lips. "Death, said he, in
conclusion, lis the greatest act Of life.
it reduces us to a noble existence
We're it not so there would be some
thing greater than God. 1t would be
just man !mmolating himself uselessly
and hopelessly for his country. No!
Vergniaud is no greater than God
God will notsulior Vergniaud TO ascend
the scalIold but to justify and avenge
him in. future ages.
AS the light Of day penetrated the
dungeon, some sought n moments
sleep, others wrote last line to
friends, while others gathered in
groups for conversations. At four
O'clock the gems P Grmes entered with
the exocutioners. The long hair was
cut from their necks that it might not
impede the AK. Gensonne picked up
lock and sent it to his wife, saying:
''Tell her that it is tho only memo
rial of my love which i can transmit
to her and that my last thoughts in
death were hers"
Vergniaud scratched upon his
watch few lines of tender remem-
brance, and sent it to the young lady
10 whom, in few days, ho was to be
married. Five rude carts conducted
them to the scalfold. Each cart con-
tanned five persons. Tho streets
through which the sad procession
passed were thronged with countless
thousands.
1t was one Of the most splendid Of
October mornings. AS the cart NOV
ed the Girondists sang the Marsailaiso
LYNN. At tho end Of each verse
there was a moments silence, and
then the strain was renewed loud and
sonorous. Arrived at the scafFold they
all embraced. They then resumed
their funeral chant. One after anoth-
err assembled the scaflold, continuing
the song, till his head fell into the
basket There was no weakness
No voice faltered; but each succeeding
moment, as head after head fell, the
song grew more and more faint. Yer
ginaud at last stood alone Long
confinement had spread deadly pal
lor over his intellectual features. He
assembled the steps, the chorus having
now died away into a solo of surpass-
ing richness. For moment he gaz-
ed upon tho headless bodies of his
friends. He then, as he surrendered
himself TO his exocutioner, commence
cd anew the strain:
''Come children Of yoIr country como
The day Of glory dawns on high"
The ax fell, and his lips were ST.
lent in death. Thus persisted the Gil
rondists. The history of the French
Revolution, in all its sublime annals,
has not tragedy more thrilling.