Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1865-01-05

ment bar, surrounded by cavalry infantry and artil
lery. Of course, they doomed TO the gullotine
When the sentence was pronounced Valaze drew forth
dagger and drove it through his heart, falling eess
on the floor. Another victim shouted This is the
most glorious day of my lite u Ab,ut mid night the
victims marched back to the Conce,Qere, their
voices rsverberated through the corridors of he prison.
and echoin, through the streets they cbanted the
Marseaise hymn L e remains OF Valaze accompanied
them, as it was decreed should take of his life
less head md all the 'runbs would be inferred TO-
gether.
Twas past midnight wbrn the leader of he Giron-
dsts returned to the prison hail. In the morning they
were to die. Some friends resolved to give them fna
funeral banquet ard soon large oaken table
cred with luxury and spendsr. Viands Of meat and
wines in abundance. Rich and rart f)weTs Bloom
ed before THIN in vases and servants moved about
with brilliant lamp, supplying their wants. frances
eoquence and brancy sat around that table, taking
their last repas and couversng until night commenced
casting aside her dark garb, We eha slc>p to-mor-
row., said one, alter the atiguss of thu day wake
no more Death is but erdess surnber." " No. re-
sponded Fouchett, annihiIaton is not destiny
These bodies perish TIER thoughts lever die. To-
morrow, 10 otter worlds, shall think, feel, act
DEATH" said The equent Vergoiaud, is the great
est act of lie 1t introduces noble existence-
Were it not so, :here would be something greater than
God"
God will not suffer Verguaud to ascend :o-mor-
row the scaf I'D but to justify and avenge him in f.
ture ages. Day had crept in % the dungeon, and
Of the doomed sought little repose while others
set about preparing Last letters to friends ard families
bout four O'Clock the executoners with their guards
10, and the long hair cut from the heads that
it might not stand 10 the way of The axe Poor Gen
stopped ard look up lock Of his to-eend bis
vile, Tell herr: seid he, it ie the only memorial OF
my love which | transmit to her. and that my last
thoughts in death hers" Vireuaud sent his
watch to bis betrothed, with few lines scratched
thereon. Soon the Groudists 10 the carts pass.
ing through the streets singing the Marsease ymn
while the countless thousands thcougcd he streets to
take q last look Lond and the st ain as
they neared to sc.ff I'd.
Arriving, they all embraced it and tbeu resumed the
chant while after anoiber accerdcd the scaff)ld,
only giving up the song TIE head covered from
the body, There no taltering--po giving way
but head after head passed into the baoft tie sorg
grew more weak. The brave Vergp'aud soon found
himself alone. He stepped torsard ant moved slowly
but STEADILY up the ecaold steps, the song meantime
having died away into soft mellow sweetness. Look
ing upon the heaGess bodies Of his comrades
below, he commenced enew the strain:
Come, children of your country come,
The day OF glory dawns on high;
and gave himself up 20 tire ex2lutioner 4 slight
pause tie fell the bead passed into the baskd
tne eloquent lips forever sealed. This is abou
of The most thr Hing tragedies to be found in TIL
annals OF the French Revolution.