The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1865-05-06

PaVClnS eihUrhce. ne brutal executloHer
iIterposed.
Wretch" said Danton, "you will not,
at least, prevent our heads from kissing pre-
sently in the basket As he was bound to
the fatal plank he said, 40, my wife, my
dear wife, shall | never see you again ?"-
Then, as if ashamed of his emotion, he add
ed, " But, Danton, no weakness Then, as
the plank fell to its place beneath the slide
he proudly remarked to the executioner,
You will show my head to the people. 1t
will be we'll worth the display"
Robespierre was now undsputed victor
Day after day he punished his foes. He
was not Inaliciously cruel, but a thorough
fanatic, believing that all political oppo-
nents should be executed. The mother of
Lucille, the young wife of Desmoulins,
wrote in the following terms to Robespierre,
who had doomed her daughter to DEATH
She and Lucille and Desmoulins had for
merly been Robespierres most intimate
friends.
Robespierre," she wrote, is it not
enough to have assassinated your best friend.
Do you desire the blood of his wife, of my
daughter? Two hours more and she will
not be in existence. Robespierre, if you
are not tiger in human shape, if the blood
of Camille has not inebrated you to the
| point Of losing your reason entirely,-f you
recall still our evenings of intimacy, if you
recall the caresses you lavished on our lit
tie Horace, and how you delighted to hold
him upon your knees, spare an innocent
victim. But if thy fury is that Of the lion.
come and take me also, and my daughter
Adele and little Horace. Come, with hands
reeking in the blood of Camille, and let one
single tomb reunite u.s."
But Robesperre was inexorable, and the
young and beautiful Lucille perished be-
meath the fatal axe. Robespierre is one of
the most ineXplicable of men. His moral
character was irreproachabls. No bribes
could corrupt him. He sincerely endeav-
ored to establish republic upon the basis
of popular liberty and virtue. Selfaggrand-
izement was no part of his plan But he
was as merciless as the slide of the guilo-
tine. At times, indeed, he seemed weary
of blood. On one occasion he remarked,
"Death, always death and the scoundrels
throw all the responsibility on ME. What
memory shall leave behind me if this
lasts ! Life is burden to me-"
A young girl, Cecille Regnault, but sew
enteen years of age, was accused of plot
ting the assassination of Robespierre. She
and all her friends perished On the scafold
and eight carts were filled with victims to
avenge this crime. But the fickle populace
at last began TO suspect their idol of being
unfrendly to the Revolution and of wish
ing to arrest it's torrents of blood. In six
months two thousand three hundred and
seventy five had perished upon the scaffold
in Paris alone. Rebespierre, weary Of blood
attempted to check these senseless atroei-
ties A conspiracy of very energetic men
was formed against him. AS he entered the
convention on the 29th of July, 1894, cries
of Down with the tyrant ?" filed the house.
Overwhelmed by the clamor, Robespierre
in vain endeavored to speak in self-defence.
" P President of assassins, he shouted, will
yon hear me 2" He was arrested and led to
the Hotel de Brinne in the Place du Car.
rousal. His friends recued him and carried
him to the Mayors room at the Hotel de
Vile.
1t was now night, and all P aris was in a
blaze of commotion, mobs surgng through
the streets. A detachment of soldiers was
sent by the convention to arrest Bobespierre
awaiting his fate. One Of the soldiers dis
charged pistol at him. The ball entered
his jaw and produced aterrible wound. His
u6du uIOpp0u upOH Luo uOluSluS IL
with blood. Thus mangled, he was borne
on litter just as the day was beginning tc
dawn, to the hall of the convention. He
was laid on table in an ante-room, while
vast crowd gathered around to gaze upor
the fallen dictator. He was overwhelmed
with insults. The blood flowed freely from
his wound, coagulating in his mouth, and
choking him as it trickled down his throat
After passing an hour of almost unendura
BILE agony, he with his brother and severa
others of his friends, were brought before
the Revolutionary Tribunal. The trial oc
cuped but few moments, and they were
all doomed to die.
} At 5 o'clock Of the same evening, the
cart conveyed them through the Rue ST. No
more to the Place de la Revolution. Robes
pierre ascended the scaffold with firm step
AS the executioner brutally tore the band
age from his innamed wound, he uttered {
Shrek OF torture which pierced every ear
: In another moment the axe of the guillo
tine glided swiftly down its groove and tht
head of Robespierre fell into the basket
There was moments silence and then there
came, from the lips of those who but a short
time before, were shouting hosannas to his
name, burst Of the widest applause
Thus died Robespierre in the thirty-fiftf
year of his age----N. Y. Ledger.