The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-08-31

her calm, cold manner. She drank, without
resistance, q cup of chocolate which was
brought TO her; she remained possessed, and
wore her wonted air Of dignity as they bound
her hands behind her with thick cords.
At eleven o'clock she left her room, passed
through the oorrider, and assembled the car
which was waiting for her before the prison
door. No one accompanied her, no one bade
her last farewell, not a look of pity or
compassion was bestowed upon her by her
keepers.
Alone, between the rows of qens-d'arnes
that were placed along the sides Of the oorri-
dor the queen advanced, Samson walking
behind her, carrying the end of the rope with
which the queens hands were bound, and
behind him his two assistants and the priest.
This is the retinue Of the queen, the daughter
of an emperor, on the way TO her execution
II may be, that at this hour thousands are
on their knees, Offering their fervent prayers
to God in behalf of Marie Antoinette whom,
in their hearts, they continued to call 'the
queen;" it may be that thousands are pour
ing out tears of compassion for her who now
mounts the wretohed car, and sits down on
the board which is bound by ropes to the
sides of the vehicles. But those who are
praying and weeping have withdrawn to the
solitude of their own apartments, and only
God can see their tears and hear their cries.
The eyes which witnessed the queen in this
last drive were not allowed to shed tear the
words which followed her on her last way
could express no compassion.
All Paris knew the hour of the execution,
and the people were ready to witness it. On
the streets, at the windows, on the roofs, inn
mense masses had congregated, and the whole
Place de la Revolution (now the Place de la Con-
coTde) was filled with dark, surging crowd.
And now the drums of the guards stationed
before the Conciergerie began to beat. The great
white horse (Which drew the car in which the
queen sat, side by side with the priest, and
facing backward) was driven forward by a
man who was upon his back. Behind Marie
Antonette were Samson and his assistants.
The queen was pale, all the blood had left
| her cheeks and lips, but her eyes were red
Poor queen, she bore even then the marks of
much weeping But she could shed no tears
then! Not single one obscured her eye as
her look ranged, gravely and calmly, over the
mass, up the houses to the very roofs, then
slowly down, and then away over the bound
less sea of human faces.
Her face was as cold and grave as her eyes,
her lips were firmly cOmpressed not quiver
betrayed whether she was suffering, and
| whether she shrank from the thousand and
ten thousand sCornful and curious looks
which were fixed upon her. And yet Marie
Antoinette saw it all She saw a woman
raise a child, she saw the child throw her a
/ KISS WIN lJS uLLl6 nanQ Az JnaJ the queen
gave way for an instant, her lips quivered,
her eyes were darkened with a tear This
solitary sign of human sympathy terminated
the heart of the queen, and gave her a little
| fresh life.
But the people took good care that Marie
AntOinette should not carry this one drop of
comfort to the end of her journey. The popu-
lace thronged around the car, howled, groaned,
sang ribald songs, clapped their hands, and
| pointed their fingers in derision at Madame
Veto. The queen, however, remained calm,
her gaze wandering coldly over the vast null
titude; only once did her eye flash on the
route. 1t was as she passed the Palais Royal,
| where Philippe Egalite, once the Duke dor
| leans, lived, and read the inscription which
he had caused to be placed over the main en-
trance of the palace.
| At noon the car reached its destination. II
came to halt at the foot of the scaffold; Marie
| Antoinette dismounted, and then walked slowly,
| and with erect head, up the steps.
Not once during her dreadful ride had hel
| lips opened, not complaint had escaped her
not a farewell had she spoken. The only
| adieu which she had to give on earth was g
look-one long, sad look-directed towards
| the Tuileries; and, as she gazed at the grea
pile, her cheeks grew paler, and deep sigE
escaped from her lips.
Then she placed her head under the guillo
tine-a momentary, breathless silence fol
lowed
Samson lifted up the pale head that haC
once belonged to the Queen of France, and tn
people greeted the sight with the cry, "Lonj
live the republic!"