The story history of France from the reign of Clovis, 481 , to the signing of the armistice, November, 1918 . when Robespierres wonderful virtue wasspoken of. He had put his leading rivals out of the new rivals were springing up all around him, and inthe Assembly and among the people a feeling of loathingfor never-ending bloodshed was growing. He stayed awayfrom the Assembly for a month to see if it would he returned, in his blue coat and brass buttons, nan-keen breeches and blooming nosegay, members affected notto see him. Those who did set eyes on him glared athim. N
The story history of France from the reign of Clovis, 481 , to the signing of the armistice, November, 1918 . when Robespierres wonderful virtue wasspoken of. He had put his leading rivals out of the new rivals were springing up all around him, and inthe Assembly and among the people a feeling of loathingfor never-ending bloodshed was growing. He stayed awayfrom the Assembly for a month to see if it would he returned, in his blue coat and brass buttons, nan-keen breeches and blooming nosegay, members affected notto see him. Those who did set eyes on him glared athim. No man took his hand. You see, there was hardlya member there who had not lost some loved one throughthis man. A murmur rose, and swelled and swelled andswelled, until at last it became a roar from right to leftand gallery and floor, 1792-1794] 307 Arrest the traitor ! Down with the tyrant ! Down with him ! He rose, staggered, turned red and white, tried to speak,but his tongue was too dry to make sounds. He couldonly froth at the mouth in his rage. A member shouted, It is Dantons blood that is clioking I^IEMORIAL CUP AND SAUCER OF THE GUILLOTmE In such wild tumult as even that tumultuous Assemblyhad never known before, amid howls and groans andshouts and shaking of iists and tearing of hair, Robes-pierre was declared to be an outlaw, and was sent to betried by the very court he had created to convict innocentmen of being traitors. To prevent a rescue by his Jaco- J^08 [1792-1794 bin friends, an intrepid soldier named Barras patrolled thestreets. Brought to bay at last, with rage in his heartand curses on his tongue, Robespierre drew a pistol andshot himself in the face. But the wound was slight; hewas put on a board, and carried to the rooms of the Com-mittee of Safety, and laid on a table. He still wore hisblue coat, nankeen breeches, and white stockings ; he keptstanching the blood from his face with bits of paper, untila surgeon dressed the wound. It was four in the af
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