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

THE CABINET HISTORY OF ENGLAND. Vol XXII As an abridgement 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 McFarlane, 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 gendarmes (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 for flight. One or two pistols were tired by the gendarmes. and then all the conspirators quietly submitted to be taken and bound. Henriot, badly wounded, disfigured, and covered with filth, was . discoveredßobespieirrn othewtabsulapisloacefowuhnedre alive,he had thoughfallen -chamber and :viAosug limbs broken ewne andre nao wskull crowding fractured. into Somethe ofcn u armednthueii running over every part of the vast the building,table, and proout Couthon by the heels from under upon he opened his eyes posed throwing his carcase into gare ththeeSmeintoe ;unbduet understand dtwhoaut wounded dw was rneo tpyuett dead, nor bra n soon rdmuch r stretchers, eto dying.hers , rarnhae, shouting " Victory ! Victory I" Leonard Bourdon conducted them to the Tuileries. By this time it was between three and four o'clock in the morning. At lour o'clock in the afternoon, after suffering insults, outrages, and tortures, which proved that those who triumphed were as ferocious as those who fell, Robespierre, his brother Augustin, Saint Just, Couthon, Henriot, and sixteen others, were carted at the Conciergerie us,edh taocidpusbeen areii dby a said to to be carried through the busiest streets of Paris to the Place de la Revolution. The carttsla:nh, Ni l 'yea dever housetops they)a r cpunsfollowed countless multitude, and the windfibo h a vces tbi ne been aand morn 1 a u g hit crowdedg. befo re. j g bets, were mixed with dire 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 clapping, of hands and other demonsti ations. of joy. On arriving in the Place de la Divolution they laid him down ou the ground at the foot of the scaffold, for he was to be executed 14" -of