The avant courier. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1871-1872, 1871-11-30

s. neiheIngellnS AL the tender, twilight talks
I'd hadwitil her, now lying dead and chill
4 Il found upon vine asingle rose ss I
ia never seer. on that green bush before,
Its petals white as the cheeks of those,
Who've folded up their hands to toll no more.
I o star! and breath Of wind and balmy nowerl
Sweet comforters! she loved ye--so may i; sg
And when the memories Of my great grief lowe
~ look from earth up to the starry sky
| To see her shining sWeetly down.
/ s. TO catch her breath in breezes on nv brow
And see, in roses, ernblems Of the crown
i Which rests upon her sanity forehead now.
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Last Hours OF Marie AntOimette
! But the end ofaH was at hand-her tria
and death. No one could be found boil
enough to defend her, and the tribunal wa
obliged itself to appoint counsel. \ 1t was OF
q dull October morning that she was conduct
| ed from the Conciergerie through the darl
winding passages of the ancient n1onastry m
which the trials were held. The Hall of con
yention is large, gloomy apartment. witt
sparse and narrow windows, through the
dusty panes of which the dull yellow Iigh,
without creeps sluggishly. A few dimly-lit
lanterns are scattered here and there, but the
atmosphere is heavy and foggy, and half the
ball is indistinct and full of shadows. On the
lower benches sit the butchers; with their
|blood-stained aprons, and long, sharp knives
cleaning in their belts. Above them sit the
trscot4ses-terrible as the ParcB--weaving
the welt Of fate; some have cards in their
hands, upon which, by the prick Of pin, they
count the votes for and against as they are
declared from the Tribune. Every where are
scattered scoyaing faces eager for the blood
of the unhappy woman. From without come
the Tnurmurs ofthe savage crowd, threatening
death to. those deputies who dare to vote
against the condemnation of u 4utrichienns;,F,
and as the doors open and shut. their stir and
fierce cries serge heavily into the Court. The
trial lasts three days. On the last day the
proceedings begin at noon and last Until
the next morning. All these hours the
Queen Of France stands in the hot polluted
atmosphere, without aught passing her lips.
Burning with thirst, she begs for drink Of
water; no one dares to stir, lest he shonld be
marked as a suspect. Faint and exhausted,
she asks second time, and then an officer of
ge,adaa7nes, in whose heart spark Of human
ltys yet fingers, puts a cup of water in her
eager, trembling hands. A howl of disap-
probation follows the act. He will be dis
missed, but history will immortalize him.
The indictments against her are numerous,
some absurd; Tor instance, one charge is the
number of shoes she has worn outl The
money she has distributed in charity is
charged against her as bribes to buy oversthe
people. TO oall her answers are calm, simple
md concise. At length IIebert accuses her
# having corrupted her own child. At that
Iorrible charge shudder runs through the |
1ourt She is silent, but the muscles of her |
ace quiver. The question is pressed. and |
hen, with heaving breast, she turns upon
er aeeuser with sublilneindi gnations crying:
If have not answered, it is because nature
self reyolts against such an accusation
rought against a mother. appeal to all I
lothers who are here--is it possible - A
lurmur runs through the Court-eyen the
lries OF the guillotine are softeged by that
athletic appeal. Calmly she listens to the
sntence of death, and leaves the Court with
TIT mtlrmur. 1t strikes as she is con-
ucted back to her cell. A few hours more,
i'd the tumbril takes her to the Place de la
evolution. There, facing the gardens arden of
le Iuileries, the guilotine raises It's grisly L
sad and there, facing that palace, whittier
le had been conducted by a King amid the
,clamations of a nation, surrounded BY
loring mobiles who would have risked their j
yes q thousand times to win smile from [
II lips, consort to the heir of the most
,lendid throne in Christendom, young, daz- !
ingly beautiful, splendid in Jewels buoyant {
ith happiness, knowing sorrow only as a I
.me, prematurely-a woman with white |
.ir, pallid, worn face. rfnrroWed BY tears, I
tired in filthy tatters, lays her weary head S
meath the knife, amid the obscene songs,
Q execratious of the svilest of the human t
ce; and the body of her who for thirty-tiye Il
ars had reposed upon velvet and satin is n
rown into a ditch, and there consumed A
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