The Sun. — 1847-02-22 (London, England)

THE CABINET 1118 TURY OF ENGLAND.  Vol XXII As an abridzement of the chapters entitled, " Civil' and Military History," in the Pictorial History of England, accompanied with a continuation up to the present time, by the author, Charles MacFarlane, this pocket edition of our national records is singularly complete and sensible. It has now proceeded to a sufficient extent - to enable us, in a great measure, to estimate the value of the work as a whole, and it is impossible to deny that it is deserving of particular commendation. While the main narrative possesses all the staidness of Goldsmith, its minor episodes are sketched with a brilliant and effective pencil. As an example, we may quote the description of the closing scene of the Reign of Terror. The master murderers are caught in their lair, at the Hotel de Ville. Robespierre has broken his jaw-bone with a pistol-shot in attempting suicide. Coffinhal has hurled Henriot from a window into an open sewer. Lebas has killed himself with a bullet. Saint Just had armed himself with a dagger, and Couthon has crawled under a table, when they are surprised by Leonard Bourdon and his associates. " When Leonard Bourdon burst into the room, followed by some g•endarmes (himself, according to some accounts, including his own, being disguised as a common gendarme), Robespierre was sitting bleeding on a chair, with a knife in his hand ; Couthon was lying under the table as though he were dead ; the municipal officers were throwing off their scarfs, and apparently preparing covered in the foul the gendarmes, and submitted toconspirators quietly for flight. One or two pistols. were fired by be. then all the broken and a skulla wounded, disfiguredtaken vaee wahnderebhoeunhda.d. fafilleefiari;oit‘,agbaa:lt.liya , and covered with filth, was disc were now Robespierre was so found alive, though with limbs running over every partl of fractured. Some of the armed people, crowding into the council- chamber and his ceaer s from under the table, and proposedthe vast building, dragged throwing out Couthon by the heels he opened his e •esca-,e into the Seine ; but hereuponthat he was not yut (lead and gave them to understand wounded "ere put upnr; nor so much as dying. The shouting " Victory ! victi)brr.anr?ards or stretehers, and, ducted them to the Tuileries, Leonard. Bourdon eonbetween three and four o'clockl3y this time it was o'clock in tho afternoon, astorn the _ morning. At four outrages, and tortures, which proved insults, triumphed were as ferocious as those that those who pierre, his brother Augustin, Saint Just, who fell, Robesriot, and sixteen others, were carted at the Couthon, Henri) be carried through the busiest streets ofe onniergerie Paris to the Place de la lievolu;ion. The carts were followed by a countless multitude, and the windows and housetops are said to have been more crowded than ever they had beeni before. Jestings and laughii.g, filthy puns and que(ti. bets, were mixed with wire curses, shrieks, and anathemas. During a halt, a band of women, formerly his own Tricoteuses, or Furies of the Guillotine, executed an infernal dance round his cart, with chipping of hands and tether demonst.ations of joy. On arriving in the Place de la Revolution they laid him down on the groupd at the foot of the scaffold, for he was to be executed last of