arm； and； supported by him； Marie Antoinette reeled up the stone
steps that led to her prison。
At last； in the night intervening between the 14th and 15th of
October； at four o'clock in the morning； her sentence was
pronounced〃Death！ execution by the guillotine！〃
Marie Antoinette received it with unshakable calmness； while the
tumult of the excited mob was hushed as by magic； and while many
faces even of the exasperated fish…wives grew pale！
Marie Antoinette remained calm； gravely and coldly she rose from her
seat； and with her own hands opened the balustrade in order to leave
the hall to return to her prison！
Finally； on the morning of the 16th of October； her sufferings were
allowed to end； and she was permitted to take refuge in the grave。
It almost made her joyful； she had suffered so much； that to die was
for her really blessedness。
She employed the still hours of the night before her death in
writing to her sister…in…law； Madame Elizabeth； and her letter was
at the same time her testament。 But the widow of Louis Capet had no
riches； no treasures to convey。 She had nothing more that she could
call her own but her love； her tears； and her farewell greetings。
These she left to all who had loved her。 She sent a special word to
her brothers and sisters； and bade them farewell。
〃I had friends；〃 she says； 〃and the thought that I am to be forever
separated from them； and their sorrow for me； is the most painful
thing in this hour； they shall at least know that I thought of them
to the last moment。〃
After Marie Antoinette had ended this letter； whose writing was here
and there blotted with her tears； she turned her thoughts to the
last remembrances she could leave to her childrena remembrance
which should not be profaned by the hand of the executioner。 This
was her long hair； whose silver locks； the only ornament that
remained to her； was at the same time the sad record of her sorrows。
Marie Antoinette； with her own hands； despoiled herself of this
ornament； and cut off her long back…hair； that it might be a last
gift to her children； her relations； and friends。 Then； after a
period of meditation； she prepared herself for the last great
ceremony of her careerher death。 She felt herself exhausted； worn
out； and recognized her need of some physical support during the
hard way which lay before her。 She asked for nourishment； and ate
with some relish the wing of a fowl that was brought to her。 After
that she made her toiletthe toilet of death！
At the request of the queen； the wife of the turnkey gave her one of
her own chemises； and Marie Antoinette put it on。 Then she arrayed
herself in the same garments which she had worn at her trial； with
this single changethat over the black woollen dress； which she had
often mended with her own hand； she now wore a cloak of white pique；
Around her neck she tied a simple kerchief of white muslin； and as
she would not be allowed to ascend the scaffold with uncovered head；
she put on a plain linen cap； such as was in general use among the
people。 Black stockings covered her feet； and over these were shoes
of black woollen stuff。
Her toilet was at last ended； she was done with all earthly things！
Ready to meet her death； she lay down on her bed and slept。
She was still sleeping when it was announced to her that a priest
was there； ready to meet her； if she wanted to confess。 But Marie
Antoinette had already unveiled her heart before God： she wanted
none of those priests of reason whom the republic had appointed
after it had banished or guillotined the priests of the Church。
〃As I am not mistress of my own will；〃 she had written to her sister
Elizabeth； 〃I shall have to submit if a priest is brought to me； but
I solemnly declare that I will not speak a word to him； and that I
shall treat him as a person with whom I wish to have no relations。〃
And Marie Antoinette kept her word； she did not refuse to allow
Geroid to enter； but when he asked her if she wished to receive the
consolations of religion from him； she declined。
Then； in order to warm her feet； which were cold； she walked up and
down her little room。 As it struck seven the door opened。 It was
Samson； the public executioner； who entered！
A slight thrill passed through the form of the queen。
〃You have come very early； sir； could you not delay a little？〃 When
Samson denied her request； Marie Antoinette put on her calm； cold
manner。 She drank； without resistance； a 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 corridor；
and ascended the car； which was waiting for her before the prison
door。 No one accompanied her； no one bade her a last farewell； not a
look of pity or compassion was bestowed upon her by her keepers。
Alone； between the rows of gens d'armes that were placed along the
sides of the corridor； the queen advanced； Samson walking behind
her； carrying the end of the rope with which the queen's 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！
It 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 pouring out tears of compassion for her who now mounts
the wretched car； and sits down on the board which is bound by ropes
to the sides of the vehicle。 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 a 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； immense
masses had congregated； and the whole Place de la Revolution （now
the Place de la Concorde） was filled with a 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
Antoinette 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 a 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 boundless sea of human faces。
Her face was as cold and grave as her eyes； her lips were firmly
compressed； not a 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 with its little hand！ At that the queen gave way for an
instant； her lips quivered； her eyes were darkened with a tear！ This
solitary sign of human sympathy reanimated 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 populace
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 multitude； only once did her eye flash on the route。 It was
as she passed the Palais Royal； where Philippe Egalite； once the
Duke d'Orleans； lived； and read the inscription which he had caused
to be placed over the main entrance of the palace。
At noon the car reached its destination。 It came to a 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 her lips opened； not a
complaint had escaped her； not a farewell had she spoken。 The only
adieu which she had to give on earth was a lookone long； sad look…
…directed toward the Tuileries； and as she gazed at the great pile
her cheeks grew paler； and a deep sigh escaped from her lips。
Then she placed her head under the guillotine；a momentary；
breathless silence followed。
Samson lifted up the pale head that had once belonged to the Queen
of France； and the people greeted the sight with the cry； 〃Long live
the republic！〃
That same evening one of the officials of the republic made up an
account； now preserved in the Imperial Library of Paris； and which
must move even the historian himself to tears。 It runs as follows：
〃Cost of interments； conducted by Joly； sexton of Madelaine de la
Ville l'Eveque； of persons condemned by the Tribunal of the
Committee of Safety； to wit； No。 1 。 。 。 。〃 Then follow twenty…four
names and numbers； and then 〃No。 25。 Widow Capet：
For the coffin； 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。6 francs。
For digging the grave；。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 25 francs。〃
Beneath are the words； 〃Seen and approved by me； President of the
Revolutionary Tribunal； that Joly； sexton of the Madelaine； receive
the sum of two hundred and sixty…four francs from the National
Treasury； Paris； llth Brumaire。 Year II。 of the French Republic。
Herman； President。〃
The interment of the Queen of France did not cost the republic more
than thirty…one francs； or six American dollars。
CHAPTER XXV。
KING LOUIS THE SEVENTEENTH。
The 〃one and indivisible republic〃 bad gained the victory over the
lilies of France。 In their dark and unknown graves； in the Madelaine
churchyard； King Louis XVI。 and Marie Antoinette slept their last
sleep。 The monarchy had perished on the guillotine； and the
republicans； the preachers of liberty； equality； and fraternity；
repeated triumphantly： 〃Royalty is forever extinguished； and the