Louis XVII: His Life, His Suffering, His Death : the Captivity of the Royal Family in the Temple

Forside
Harper & Bros., 1853
That ever yet this land was guilty of. Shakespeare: Richard III., Act iv., Sc. 3. Louis OF france, the seventeenth of the name, lived only ten years, two months, and twelve days. He bore the title of king only beneath the thatched roofs of La Vendee, and Within the tents of an exiled nobility. A few words, then, might seem to suffice for the narration of his life. -- Provided by publisher.

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Side 450 - Emperor of the French, King of Italy, Protector of the Confederation of the Rhine, Mediator of the Swiss Confederation.
Side 139 - I know how much pain the child must have caused you. Forgive him, my dear sister; think of his age, and how easy it is to make a child say whatever one...
Side 332 - Ma fille, tendre objet de mes dernières peines, Songe au moins, songe au sang qui coule dans tes veines! C'est le sang de vingt rois , tous chrétiens comme moi ; C'est le sang des héros, défenseurs de ma loi; C'est le sang des martyrs....
Side 174 - The door of communication between the two was cut down, " so as to leave it breast-high, fastened with nails and screws, and grated from top to bottom with bars of iron. Half-way up was placed a shelf, on which the bars opened, forming a sort of wicket, closed by other moveable bars, and fastened with an enormous padlock. By this wicket his coarse food was passed in to little Capet, and it was on the ledge that he had to put whatever he wanted to send away.
Side 306 - At last he suffered so much that it was no longer possible for him to walk, and his keeper carried him about, sometimes on the platform, and sometimes in the little tower, where the royal family had lived at first. But the slight improvement to his health occasioned by the change of air scarcely compensated for the pain which his fatigue gave him.
Side 201 - Cerberus, turning his lantern on the opening. ' All right. Get to bed. In ! Down ! ' Perhaps two or three hours afterwards the enormous keys grated harshly again, and the iron door moved on its hinges : it was the turn of some commissaries who had been delayed, and who, no less zealous or as curious as the first arrivals, wished to see the prisoner — thus bringing disturbance to a rest that was just again commencing, and terror to an imagination that was beginnmg to grow calm.
Side 63 - ... remaining strength of her perturbed heart, she sat down upon a chair, drew her son before her, laid her hands on his little shoulders, and calm, motionless, and composed in her distress, without shedding a tear, or heaving a single sigh, she said to him, in a sad and solemn tone : ' My child, we are going to part. Remember your duty when I am no longer present to remind you of it. Never forget the good God who tries your faith, nor your mother who loves you. Be good, patient, and straightforward,...
Side 174 - It was the system of solitary confinement. ' He had a room to walk in, a bed to lie upon ; he had bread and water, and linen and clothes ; but he had neither fire nor candle. His room was warmed only by a stove-pipe, the stove being placed in the outer-room ; it was lighted only by the gleam of a lamp suspended opposite the grating, through the bars of which also it was that the stovepipe passed.
Side 60 - ... them which was likely to enlarge their misery. But the subtlest human foresight cannot tell what a day may bring forth. Unthought of, and unsuspected by the prisoners of the Temple, on the 1st of July, 1793, appears the following decree : " The Committee of Public Safety decrees that the son of Capet be separated from his mother, and committed to the charge of a tutor, to be chosen by the Council-General of the Commune.
Side 224 - ... members of the Committee of General Safety repaired to the Temple, the barrier and the wicket were torn down, and " in a dark room, from which exhaled an odour of corruption and death, on a dirty unmade bed, barely covered with a filthy cloth and a ragged pair of trousers, a child of nine years old was lying motionless, his back bent, his face wan and wasted with misery, and his features exhibiting an expression of mournful apathy and rigid unintelligence. His head and neck were fretted by purulent...

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