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JOBPRiafTEVCr. jla in? a vaeral assortment of large elegant plain and orna mental Type, we are prepared to execute evory des cription of Cards, Circulars, Billheads, Notes, 15 la n Receipts, JUSTICES, LEGAL AND OTHER PAMPHLETS, &c. rnatcd with neatness and despatch, on reasonable terms. POETRY From the Gilt for IbiO Philadelphia. THE PAKEWELL. Addressed to t new-found Priond, Jt nv MRS. EMMA C. EMBURY, vf c met as strangers, lady, not as strangers do trepan ; . ng w ill thy memo y remain onsbrinod within my heart ; ! would hoX Utcse unhidden tears bsneath mine eyelids swell, as standing on the pcbMy shore, I breathe my sad farewell. c met as strangers, bat that breast must be-as winter cold, - hich asks revolving years before love's blossoms can unfold ; A look, a word, a simple tone, oft wakes the spirit's strings, . i J c-i.lt forth aU the jtiokxiy from sympathy that springs. i chambers of mv iwrcry an added treasure show : i . y graceful form is pictured there, thy calfti and cloudless brow ; r ari by affection's skiKol hand, illumed by memory's light, i aJcless those raws will still be foundjiiwheh roars have smsl uieir lacm. . , uarK indeed would be this world, did we not sometimes find, That best of aU earth's fairy gifts a gentle, kidred miiri ; a -id though we oalymeet to putf yet pleasant thoug Ids remain. To thecr our onwaid path, with pain. that path I wtien tunc has strew" i".ircwell, sweet friend I speak the word with vain bet foal regi;ej imy oe longcrc we sMBHncet again as we have met ; i n X ihc quftt.evcntog hour; O ' let my memory seem T ic- half-traood image of a paaiid not unpleasing dream, AX ESCAPE During 'The Reign of Terror.' From the Tern- pie Prison. r l - - 1 .2 . "What is Jo become of thee, oh mtT country V exclaimed Blondville, one day, throwing himself upon ,a sofa, and giving Vent to his feelings.- vB,iuiBB duuHvraia w.Uiu ...uua, i.i Paris; what is to become of France. Robespierre Is1 the most bloodv tyrant in the universe." Blondviile started from his seat, and gazed a rounl to see if any listening ear overheard his ! words.. Pinding all silent, he again exclaimed : "Ne?& and Caligula could not surpass him in eir tlfirst for blood." f""A.tithis moment a knocking at the door of his 4 rlor roused him to a sense of the danger he bra vod in speaking thus harshly of Robespierre, and $ oi being overheard. I he door opened, and a ser vant handed liim a letter, which he knew came irom trie lair msaue, tor ine .uperenpuon was in her hand writing. With a smiling countenance :c dvelt upon everv line; and after reading it twice v r t l? f vrlaiTrd 'Yes, leautiful creature, fairest of Heaven's wprks, I will with pleasure obey your commands; if it is to cross unknown seas, climb mountains, and explore tlie trackless desert. I will soon be vitli you and gazeoRce more on the idol and angel j oi ra nean. That nightMadame and Mademoiselle de Bourg Avere sitting with Rosalie in their little parlour conversing on the awful affairs of France. . 4 It appear to me,' said Madame dc Bourg, 'that Miii. villain, jvuiMrajiiviiu, is uuiciuiiuuu iu uai-jii in nate every noble, wealthy and learned person in tlie realm.' ' ' He appears to riot in the blood of the Royal family,' said the beautiful Emily. ' Be more cautious and speak not no loud,' ex- claimed Rusalie, 4stme one may be listuiing.' .-i'here is an ar Utat never sleepe,' ibid a voice iout, in hollow and husky toti&t. The ladies screamed, and the next moment the door .opened, and a frightful object entered; Iris fare covered with blood. Rosalie had nearly faint ed, ere Blondville couki snatch tkc mask from his f ice and discover himself. ' Though I am so gay,' said Blond ville, ' 1 have but a little while ago witnessed one of Upmost harrillic scnes that over appalled humanity. Hear ing that Roispierre had condemned Brissot nd twenty-one otliers of tho Gonver.tion, I v.ent to Ac prison, and from tiience to the guiHotine. You re nembor, Rosalie, tlie fine looking niun we were admiring the Other day in the street ! Well, that was Valleze. He sl'abded himself immediately fter hearing his sentence, and such countenance, )h ! God, J never ean jforget it.-' . .; .1 . .:ii: T i : : J ... Did you see the poor creature beheaded,' isk ed Rosalie, with a deep sigh. 'I did,' returned Rlondville, 'and ?jh ! how poor Brissot hated to die.' ' Why do you pily him,' asked Madanio de Rourg, 'but yesterday he, and ihc twentync who perished with hisn, were the confederatabf Rob spierre, and gave their sanction to tlie inhuman decrees which have sent so many worthy men to perish beneath the accursed guillotine. They Vvero all equally guilty in the sight of Heaven.' ' It is natural to the human heart to pity the Fal len and distressed. Oh ! could you but have seen how reluctantly they went to the block how they hung back upon life, loath to let it go, you would have pitied them, indeed you would.' Indeen, I would not,' spiritedly exclaimed Ma- i uame do iourg, lor liiey had no pity on the no ble hearts they sent there to perish. Pity them in deed no, no.' Madame and Mademoiselle de Bourg now py.t on their hats, and went out upon a visit, leaving Blcnd- ville in the situation he desired, alone with Rosalie. been familiar in the house of Robespierre. SKe Swiftly and sweetly passed the winded hours, ( communicated her intention to her aunt, and also to while upon his knoe he poured out his soul and her cousin, who had often exhibited a heroic devo made known his sentiments. Ere the month end- tion to her country, but to her titter" astonishment, ed, Rosalie had joined her fate to that of Blond- ' the face of Emily de Bourg changed color and her vii;3, and a groat deal of rejoicing was the consc- ' whole manner appeared irresolute. Emily, how quence. .ever, evaded it with pretended-sickness, and Ro- 4 Am I not the happiest of men 1' asked Blond: salie forgot, the circumstance, so much was she ville, one day, as he held Ins blooming and beauti ful wife in his arras. 7r ' And am I not the. happiest of women Vcx-1 claimed Rosalie, 'fori have everything I desire, and a bright future before me, unobscured by a cloud. Scarcely had the words droppe J from herjips, j ere a thundering knock was heard at the door, and three ruffians rushed in. - t r .i , , - i ' 1 presume, said one ol tnem, m language su- 11 ' a Parior to his salion ' that the accomplished, though ! unfortunate ictor itosatn.i; de iJlondville stands before me I 'I am that fated wretch," cried the unhappy Blondville, anticipating their errand, and in Ins arms the form of the faintiqg Rosali a moment lam ajjctkrt, ot gola and purse glitt edare not take it,' exclaimed one of them,' ' for our own heads would pay the forfeit of your escape, uneerup and nope lor the best. Unnn him along, comrades.' Blondville laid the fainting form of Rosalie on the sofa, and gazing upon her pale features, burst tn, ,,, fuut nF;tk ,t,. i"" 'VJ V. """h' ' ' ,,uo suuci in luiuic. ago I was .he happiest of n, hut now "nEST . ! If I -uld but have saVed my husband I couM d,e let me lly, and lie oliered them a large his cell door, as it was the custom to mark ali the fscuea mm irom ine langs oi a uger-wnose nean ering with the precious metal. ! cells whose inmates were the next morning to be 1 1S.. ia as llie walls luat comme my poor Uiowl- iu uiu sum. l vi liuuis iijiuuyii iiiu iiigui, ne WOUlU ' Come along, sir, come along, we cannot wait,' , lie and listen to the gror.ns of prisoners in the ad said the roughest ruffian, and hurried the alarmed joining cells; some wishing they had never been Rlnnrlvilln fmm innncihin xvifn nr.- T,i,-timo . . ...w .. to bid her adieu. What a transition he mentally exclaimed, from the most ecstatic bliss to the deep est misery; and from the arms of an adored wife and happy home, to the dark and dreary confines of a dungeon. A cold chill paralized Blondville's heaVt, as he gazed up at the iron-grated windows and massive walls of the dungeon, from whence perhaps he was never to retrace his stc:. but as a " , " " " " " " , 1 ' 7 , ! vlcUm to lhe Ratine. Scarcely had he reached j the eteps of tlie temple prison ere a wild scream irom ocninu arrcsieu nis aticnuon. it proceeded ! from the unhappy Rosalie, crying : ' Give me back myhasband-murderers 'give me back mv hus- liand. AVuh hair dishevelled, and wit,i the wild ' air of Srief' she aiProached, but ere she could roach the mass: SSIVC ironciOOr SWUniO On IIS iJinfTeQ, chappy husband from her view. In and hid the wihapp . , . , . . . am 3lie Peau tt,,n 1,10 "ara eano Jaiior; vain sne prayea mm to aumu ner to ner nusoand ; his heart was inexorable, and a friend bore her bark, Mastate little below frenzy, to her once haunv. now miserable home. She there threw herself on a sofa, and gave vent to a flood of tears, which re lieved her ovorburtheued heart. There is a limit to the weakness of woman, after which a reaction takes place, bringing with it stern resolve and he roic fortitude. It was thus with the delicate,jhe beautiful Rosalie, who in ordinary circumstance:? would start at a shadow, but who was now prepa red to do a deed at which a hero might stand ap palled. 'Yes !' cried she, 'with a distracted air, ' I will do the Woody deed and save my husband. Rbbe spiere s4?a!l die this dagger shall free the world from heartless tyrant and rescue France from n vortex of ruin.1 She walked the floor in deep contemplation for a moment, tmd again exclaimed : ' Should 1 fail in thc noble though hazardous ittcmnt in s-nvn iv KiiIob,I ti,i .unrr 3T , L... , 11-', A tures vercjaaiMiruflled as the waters of an embo- shali reach my own heart, and deprive the tyrant j 80m1&4JPe could scarcely believe that jn from nnbruomg his hands in my blood. Oh! should nocent loWTfiy being could be Kobespierre, stain this arm he so fortunate as to reach his bosom, cd with a thousand crimes. But ,she could not be France will hail me as her benefactor, and erect m,token, for she hadknown h m long before he W - Set "l,erChad iLnSrionfLS form .ppsteity. that the arhAwhich tione the deed stained the miillotinn wfih.msntW'hwi . llj L t O. " ...... . . . ' an net so glorious. This night the tyrant dies.' The rich and rosj' smile of enthusiasm over spread her countenance ; and for a moment she appeared happy. Suddenly her mind was perplex ed, and a shadow crossed her features. ' What if my husband should perish on the scaf fold, ere opportunity should brlngmc to the bedside of the slumbering tyrant,' she ejaculated, at the same time pressing her brow, and walking the floor rapidly. ' Well, be it so, if Heaven will not have it otherwise; but one thing is certain, that oie to- ! morrow's sun shall glitter on the spires of Paris, this flnm.nr liall mthcr reach the-heart of the ruf- . fian Robespierre, or reck with jny own heart's blood. And now I have resolved, I shall live in ww 1 i hopes that my husband shall not perish. Rosalie now wended her way.' to the residence of her aunt, Madame dc Bourg, to communicate to her her resolve, and to splicit her assist ance. It is neccssaiy to mention that Madame de Bourg, as well as Rosalie, hadj for a long lime, cngrossedgwith the hope of Robespierre's deatli and her.husband's release. Poor Blond ville, in his solitary dungeon' was thinking, of the agony which he-supposed his wife to be suffering, little dreaming tjiat her delicate lit- ! tie hand would ever attempt to strike a dagger home to the heart of the terrible tyrant, whose hands held the reins of empire and the destinies of France. He little knew what heroic deeds woman is capable of, when the life of her husband is in j -v i i j i i i rlnnorpr iNio-it wn? nrinrnnrlnnor. nnrl ho rlrnnrinrl the dawning of the next day's sun, as many noble lives were doomed on the morrpw to the guillotine and his might be one. Every hour the large bell struck, he considered as one nearer to the grave, . Blondville, for he had a foreboding of something, ' though he could not tell what. In vain he endea - i vored to sleep, lor tlie lmaric ot the writ nnr victim beneatti tlie bloody axe was beiore Ins eyes, and when be did doze, he was aroused with the imagi nary knell of his own doomed hour of death. Who can imasine his feelinas : overy hour cxpectintr to be called forth to the scaffnl. . frnm n darfcnnrl j dreary dun-eon. the vervair of which is sickenimr i .,-., , ... ... , : ,.: .:.;', corn, ana ouicrs execrating ine name ot itobes t r tit .i - i strailinirtho fate of! nierre. lie couiu near tnem oe fathers, and brothers, and of friends, in the very catching : tions on death. For severaFmorm'ngs he had heard i )ie"d at h agony of their souls, and often the tears started greai regara tor mm, i Miocuan out ana trusty from his eyes at their piteous exclamations. 1 1iend' wh? ls. m th serrr,c1? of Robespierre, to dc- The city clocks had tolled the hour of twelve. I ?at ?our deigns, for I believed that the act, whe The streets were deserted, and all was silent aslh" crmynedr Wllh success ,r not would only end the bosoms Robespierre had sent to their dark and in.t,VJ ru,n of y" and h"sbam11 both' r bloodv craves. Rosalie left her lodsinra. and na- nll.nd wrought up to frenzy, and you was little ced the street in moody silence; quiekening her steP lhe nearer she approached the dwelling of the .7 . . J. J 1 i tyrant. She knew the room in which Robespierre when she was umler hig care M(1 wjJ- ac quainted with a back window through which she couia gam aumittance. ine oolt ot the window ciin .Mi,Tti,. 1 ,:,',, i,,. r i.. t ... i she easily threw aside witn the point of a knife and . J ...... . . . fPng into the building in which the tyrant slum shadow, the determined heroineascended the stair- way which led to the great hall of reception. She "3.-ua jinu il, anu iuujv uum viiiuw uur UlUctit atiuril la,,t:rn' by the light of which f.he examined the apartment. Fivery thing wore an awful splendor ; lho haU wa hung j black and in the iniddll3 ()f thc : lloor stood a centre table, covered with rich black drapery, on which was a human skulh Rosalie paused for a moment, to contemplate the scene wiieie Kobespierre gave audience, and voted to the guillotine all those who had incurred his dis pleasure. From thc hall to the sleeping apartment of Ro bespierre was buUa few steps, ahd C.osalie opened the door softly to listen. To her there was a mys terious air of dread and gloom in the apartment where the murderer of so many slept, and for a moment her heart fluttered. Bui the remembrance of her incarcerated huhband, apd tlie fate that a waitedhim, nerved his arm, and banished from her heart the terror of the tyrant, and she boldly enter ed. Upon a splendid couch before her, reposed the demon Robespierre, thd Kero of Franco. 1 here, m pomp and pride, slumbered the unfcel ing man whose hands were reeking with the gore of royalty. There ho slumberud in voluptuous ease, while hundreds ol mothers mouri bleeding hearts over the hloodyj remains murdered sons. She stood for some mom of mothers mourned with of their moments con templating thc dreadful being, at whose nod the no blest had perished. She advanced with the rrlitter- I inJf daSger m her hand, and gazfcd in his face. A i . . . a cammess oversnreau ins countenance, and the lea- A slight noise startled Rosalie. In a moment she closed the lantern, and raised the. dagger to strike the oppressor of iher husband and the cause of all her woe. In Jhejsame instant that the blow was aimed at his breast "she felt her arm arrested by an unseen hand, andltlie dagger snatched from her grasp. It was the work of an instant of time. 'Oh, God! I am lost!' mentally exclaimed Ro salie, and in breathless suspense rushed to the door, in passinc through which sometliing fell, and lodged in the folds of her cloak. No noise ensued, no alarm was civen and no footsteps pursued her After she gained the street, she again breathed free ly, and almost believed that it was imagination which had caused her to drop the dagger. But yet she felt tho human hand foicibly arrest her arm r i . .1 - r .7 . i- - t r. .1 i ri .i. r Z.. r .i, c.. : i r i i. 1,1,3 ui ui iukvi u "vi ittii, aim in t t ru) nrrrrnr wrptrnn irnm iifr nnnn ir :i i - tention was now directed to the object which had fell in her cloak as she "passed through the door. T . t l 1 T t.l. i't.r it was a lomeu paper jn wuicn oy ine iami ugnio her lamp she could discover writing. ' Who knows,' exclaimed Rosalie, ' but Provi dence has thrown this in my way for some good I will hasten home and examine its contents. Oh it lieavon will but srant tins to be the means o my husband's escape, I will forever hereafter de vote myself to religion With this hope in her heart, (and the wretched cherish the most forlorn hopes) she swiftly paced the silent streets. Arriving at her dwelling, she proceeded to read the contents of the paper, and found it to be the order of Robespierre for the re lease of some woman's son (name not mentioned,) to whom ho referred only through herself. It was couched in the following language : 'The Tcetsper of the temple prison will release the son of the bearer of this, as be has been un just ly accused. I have taken pity upon him. By or der of Robespierre." 1 And does Robespiere ever feel pity,' exclaim ed Rosalie, as she drew her pen and ink from her escrutoire. ' Did his heart ever melt with the Hea ven inspired emotion of pityl' She took her pen and having smoothly oblitera ted with a knife the word son she inserted in its place the word husband. She then shouted for ' One more attempt,' she exclaimed, ' and if I fail, my husband muit fall a victim to the axe and to the vengeance of Robespierre. But he shall not be unavenged. I have a second dagger which shall either reach his heart, or free my own from sorrow." As she uttered the last word a thundering knock e door, and she started in terror, come,' she exclaimed, ' for I hear the ruffians of Robespierre at the door. Oh God Secreting the paper in her bosom, she tremblin ! ly proceeded to open the dorr, where, to her sur- 1 !"- v.,.. a. ... ...w..&..,ik,. . same dagger in her hand which had been snatched irom the grasp oJ Kosahe m the chamber of Robe spierre. Rosalie stood amazed and felt the flame of anger rising m her heart at the thought that Em ily had been the means of defeating the liberation v neen ine means oi ueieatmg me . ot ier llusband' m,I Perceiving her emotion, i sno ;c : spoiic ' Dearest cousin, be not angry till I have told you all I was present when you uttered your deter - anon of stabbing Robespierre in his sleep, and mmation fearing, least in your precipitation, you might slay nis otner, ior x cannot out coniess nat i nave a , nrt html tt rin n fnnr whmh rnnturnc Tnn tifmriGt calculated to do a deed which requires the. utmost coolness conjoined with unflinching determination.' ' Oh, God !' exclaimed Rosalie, gazing with a maniac stare at Emilie, 4 then you will be the mur derer of my husband your hands will reek with his heart's blood, as it gushes from beneath the Ruuioune. ine aaiicriir you nave lurnoci irom me ' y . c .i i .1 i i -n i i i l lionet nt thi rn nntlotsc lnlioctiorro wrill hrt minor! ; mi - , i . .1 .( to the hilt in his.' Then shouting at the top of her voice, she again exclaimed : ' Think you I fear death, when by the sacrifice of my Own life I can rescue my husband from air ignominious death ? Think you 1 have no courage fora nobledeed! Did Inot stand like Brutus over the guardian of my youth, and the enemy of my coun try, ready to wash out his crimes in his blood. But Brutus had no wife to perish by the tyrant. Oh, no, no, no. You, my Kinswoman, from whom I ex pected assistance and succour, have doomed me to widowhood, and my poor husband, who now pines in his dungeon, to deatli. Oh, God! was it reserv ed for you to lift the axe which must not only fall on my husband's neck, but must cleave my heart in twain.- If he dies, I am eternally undone. But hear me Heaven, I will not cease to attempt his liberation, till he perishbs on the scaffold ; till my heart breaks with anguish, ahd my brain runs wild with madness and despair.' With a hysteric laugh, she threw herself upon a sofa. A thousand ringlets fell over her white neck and bosom, and a Praxiteles or Michael Angolo, would have considered her beautiful, even in her despair. On that same sofa she had sat with her husband but a short time before, and comment ed on their happiness. How transitory is human bliss! How sweet and vanishing ! But where now was Blondville, the gay and be loved Blondville, the idol of his heroic wife's bo som, the cherished of the army in which he was an officer, and a pattern for every noble youth in Pa ris Where was he who so lately reclined in the lap of wealth, and basked in the smiles of heauty! His wealth confiscated, stripped of every honor, and dragged from the arms of the woman who lov ed him to idolatry, he pines in a damp, dark dun geon, every hour expecting to hear the knell of his own doom and to be led out to the guillotine al ready - drunk, with human blood. Like many a youth the pride of Paris, ho expected to perish. Already had ho escaped his doom by passing from 4-alilcorHQOspj-eiuid ftvtm.-ioyihaonxnat 1 n w iiiv his own cell, the door of which had received the death mark into another. The gray dawn was just purpling the Heavens, as Rosalie, with an assumed joy and quick step, ascended the marble steps of the prison, and hand- -ed to the keeper the paper which purported to bo an order trom uobespiene lor the release of her husband. She trembled as he alternately scruti nized the paper and her. But so well did she dis semble, and so well did he know the signature of Kobespierre, that he bade her pass, and gave her the number ol the cell in which iJlondville was confined. Her blood run cold as she surveyed thu gloomy vault, the iron doors and stone floor which had been so often wet with the tears of miserable victims. But no time was to be lost, and she flew to the arras of hei husband: He was in a deep sleep, and in the moment of awaking, Lnagined that his hour was come : and that she who l.ad'conio to liberate him, was Ins execuiioner. Scarcely could he believe his senses when he beiieid tno beautiful Rosalie bending over him, and urging him to escape for hisjife. 'There is but; one 'condition,' said the unhapp? Blondville, 'upon which I can live, and sooner than agree to that I will .suffer death, yea, a thou sand deaths on tho rack.' 'What mean you,' asked his lovely and affectionate wife, attempting to raise him from his flinty bed. ' Your dishonor alone can snatch me from tha guillotine. Robespierre was here in my cell yes terday, taunting me with the hope oflife, andmado the hellish, insulting proposal of your dishonor. My blood boiled with vengeance, and my br-iin reeled with a sickening freazy, I longed for a dag get " ' Nay, nay, understand me,' said Rosalie, inter rupting nim, ' you are now at liberty fly, for there is r.t.t a -moment lo be lost. By a false mder 1 have procured your release, and the doors are open to you. Rise and fly ere it is too late. At ano ther time 1 will explain.' ' But,' said Blondville, hesitating, ' should I fail I shall involve you in my ruin.' ' Fear not for me, my dearast husband, but fiy while life is yours. It matters not,' said the devo ted woman, 'if my life should pay the penalty for the preservation ofyours-' She seized him by the arm and literally dragged him from his cell. With enquiring eyes the keep er surveyed him as he passed from the prison The open air and the sight of Heaven, sct-mec! to infuse into him the love of life, and with rapid steps he pursued his way to the house of a mend, who readily agreed to furnish him a horse. After disguising himself, he pressed his heroic wife to his bosom, in one long embrace, then tore himself Kroiii-her arms and fled. Scatcclv had th. snn.-.d of the horse's hoofs died away, ere the alaira was given that a prisoner had escaped, and a hun dred men were in pursuit. But toon had he es caped from the city, and as night closed in, found himself m the depths of the forest of Fontainbleau, thirty-five miles from Paris. In the midst of a storm, his noble steed bore him onward, over streams and fallen trees, till he had far outstripped his pursuers. Fatigued and hungry, he knew not where to obtain food for himself or his horse, till a glimmering light on the confines of the forest, at tracted his eye. Thither he- rode, and obtained lodgings for the night. Scarcely had he departed 1 eVery road in the forest, and at one time a sen d' arme was within a fow yardjJj and cnqilire fi( ho in ine morning, ere his pursuers had seen the prisoner, lie escaped by tellingthe guu u urine mat ne was an omcer, on his way to the army, commanded by the celebrated general Pichegru. Under this general he did servo by as suming another name until some time in ihe yec 1704, when he determined to -visit Pans-in dis guise, in search of his wife. It was late on ono beautiful afternoon; when he arrived in the city. So altered was he by hardship, that even his friends did not know liim. The prince Louis XVI 1. who had long been 'confined in the Temple prison, had just died ; his aunt, the beautiful and accomplished princess Elizabeth having perished beneath the re volutionary axe. Scarcely had he arrived in the city ere he saw hundreds and thousands running towards the palace of the Tuilleries, with the cry of ' dewn with tho tyrant:' Blondville hastened to the spot, and learned that Tallien. Barms, Beurdon. Legendre, de Thionville a d otlier mout hers of the convention, fearful of their own fate, had impeached Robespierre, St. Just, Conthon, Henriot, La Valette, and others. They were ar rested, and conducted to therpiison of the Luxem burg ; but the adtninistratorpfpolice, being a crea ture of Robespierre, refusedlto admit them, and a body of Jacobins led them triumphantly back to tho Hotel de Ville. Robespierrotptend'ed to form a out tie louid that tue mob had forsaken him, aiv' finding his career drawing to a close, drew.a pistr.l and shot himself in the moutb. The ball tore a way part of his jaw, but did not kill him. Le B?s 3hot himself dead on the spot, and the sounder Robespierre leaped from a window, and brojff an arm and leg. Couthon attempted to stab himself, but at length they wore all taken and draggy!, af ter condemnation, to the Place de Louis where so many had perished; Amid the insumpf the populace, the trembling Robpsninrrn iva ir?rri ged to the guillotine, and stained wl.'a hisTotvnll bioou ine instrument ot ins vongear . Tlmughj they nad doomed so many, not one di UavetWlw fortitude ot the hundreds they h-1 doomed, save St. Just. He alone died like a hero. Blondville, cried, and wended his way to the dwelling oi Ma dame du Bourg: to his surprise she and her daugh ter were both in prison, and undue sentence of death, but they were soon liberated, For a long time he bought in vain for Rosalie, but at length found her in a convent; and joyful "was the meet ing. Upon tho accession of Louin the XVIII. Blondville's estate was restored, und they havo since lived in the, possession of ovary thing that could render them happy and contended, MUfOilD E8D. though sick at the sight of blood, shouted with joy, when he beheld the bleeding head of the tvrant Robespierre. "The Reian of Terror'' is over. 1m
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