. The life and letters of Madame Élisabeth de France. ll the Martyrdom of Madame Elisabethand the Death of the Dauphin, Louis XVII. We were ignorant, my aunt and I, of the death of mymother, though we heard the hawkers crying her condem-nation in the streets; but hope, so natural to the unhappy,made us think she had been saved. We refused to believein a general abandonment.^ But I do not yet know whatthings have happened outside, nor if I myself will ever leavethis prison, though they give me hopes of it. There were moments when, in spite of our hope in thePowers, we felt keen anxiety about my
. The life and letters of Madame Élisabeth de France. ll the Martyrdom of Madame Elisabethand the Death of the Dauphin, Louis XVII. We were ignorant, my aunt and I, of the death of mymother, though we heard the hawkers crying her condem-nation in the streets; but hope, so natural to the unhappy,made us think she had been saved. We refused to believein a general abandonment.^ But I do not yet know whatthings have happened outside, nor if I myself will ever leavethis prison, though they give me hopes of it. There were moments when, in spite of our hope in thePowers, we felt keen anxiety about my mother, when we sawthe fury of the unhappy populace against us. I remained inthis cruel uncertainty for one year and a half; then only,did I learn my misfortune, and the death of my honouredmother. We learned from the hawkers the death of the DuedOrl^ans; this was the only news that reached us during 1 They were abandoned virtually by all Europe. See the Diary andCorrespondence of Count Fersen, the preceding volume of this HistoricalSeries. — 1793-1795] NARRATIVE OF MADAME ROYALE. 279 the winter [of 1793-94]. But the searches continued andthey treated us with much severity. My aunt, who, sincethe Eevolution, had an ulcer on her arm, had great difficultyin obtaining what was necessary to dress it; it was longrefused to her. At last, one day, a municipal representedthe inhumanity of such treatment, and an ointment was deprived me also of the means of making an herb-teawhich my aunt made me take every morning for my no fish, she asked for eggs or other dishes on fast-days. They refused them, saying that in equality there wasno difference of days; there were no weeks, only brought us a new almanac, but we did not look at time, when my aunt again asked for fast-day foodthey answered: Why, citoyenne, dont you know what hastaken place ? none but fools believe all that. She made nofurther requests. They continued to search us, es
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