couraging words of the princess Elizabeth, who had by that time arrived on the scene; a few hurried words of consolation to the poor terror-stricken Madame Royale, one last look, one last embrace, and then they were snatched away to appear, even though it was in the dead of the night, before the Revolutionary tribunal. The result of the first examination was to consign them to the prison of La Force, where they had the sole consola. tion of being allowed to share the same cell.

The royal family were at that moment destitute of the barest necessaries of life; these faithful gentlemen laid at the king's Madame de Tourzel's testimony to the feet all the money they had with them. princess, during these the last days of her "Keep it, gentlemen," he replied, "you | life, puts the final touch to one of the most will have more need of it than we have, having, I hope, a longer time to live." The queen thanked them with tears in her eyes.

While the Assemblée were hastily passing their decrees, and while the mob ran riot in the Tuileries, a temporary refuge had been found for the royal family in the cells of Les Feuillans, a former monastery near the Tuileries, and within the precincts of the Assemblée. Madame Campan's "Memoirs " †'describe the narrow cell, hung with green paper, where she had her last interview with the queen; for when the faithful woman returned on the evening of the same day (August 11th), she was refused admission; and on the 13th the royal family were removed to the Temple.

beautiful characters that history records. To those gentle and amiable qualities which had first won for her the friendship of the queen; to the noble self-devotion which had prompted her to throw in her lot with the falling monarchy of France, Madame de Lamballe now added a perfect resignation to her own cruel fate, which she accepted without a murmur, and a most tender compassion for the sufferings of her companions. When Pauline de Tourzel was taken away in the dead of the night, it was the Princesse de Lamballe who helped her to dress herself in haste, who burnt all the papers that might com promise her, who comforted Madame de Tourzel in the first agony of the separation when there seemed little to hope and everything to fear for the future fate of the innocent girl. It was, however, for her deliverance, and not for her death, that this separation, apparently so cruel, had been effected. A few more hours and she would have shared the fate of the noble princess from which Madame de Tourzel was only herself delivered by an almost miraculous chance.

Madame de Tourzel was allowed to share their captivity only three days. The most interesting pages in her book describe these, her last days though she did not know it at the time-with the master and mistress she had sacrificed all to serve. In the middle of the night of the 18th of August she was arrested, together with her daughter and the Prin- At six o'clock in the morning they were cesse de Lamballe. To the queen alone aroused by another domiciliary visit from would Madame de Tourzel resign her six armed men, who asked their names charge of the dauphin, and the bed, with and withdrew. Madame de Tourzel read the child still sleeping upon it, was re- in the countenance of the last, who could moved from her apartments into his moth-not conceal his compassion, the probable er's room. The brave woman steadily result of this visit. Then followed the averted her face, lest the sight of the child dead silence, which was a certain presage should unnerve her. She listened to the of death, and which was more striking by queen's instructions concerning Madame contrast with the continual noise of rude de Lamballe, to turn aside, if possible, the laughter, low jests, and shocking songs, interrogatories which might commit the which had hitherto so disturbed the imprincess; she tried to believe in the en-prisoned ladies; a few fervent prayers, and

still the frightful calm continued. Madame de Tourzel, in order to divert the thoughts of the princess, suggested that they should At eleven the door was burst open, and Occupy themselves with some needlework. the men returned, demanding the Prin

cesse de Lamballe. Madame de Tourzel, | most heinous crime it is possible for a though not called, determined to share nation to commit. her fate, and followed her; sat by her side in the court below, where they awaited their trial, and never left her till she was carried off to the tribunal which sealed her fate.

Calm and fearless to the last, had the unhappy queen, from her prison in the Temple, seen the sight devised by the inhuman cruelty of her enemies to over-peared to be absolutely thirsting for whelm her with horror, it would have been blood, made a new and perilous attack redeemed from its hideous accessories, upon her. and robbed of its terrors, by the expression still retained by the pure and beautiful countenance of the princess.

afterwards to Abondant, a place belong-| reiterated by Madame Elizabeth, and ing to her son, also in the environs of which remained the last impression, when Paris. Only once did she obtain any all others had passed away, upon the private news of the royal captives-just mind of her unhappy brother. after the king's execution, and before that last and most cruel pang which put the climax to their sorrows by separating the queen from her son. Madame de Tourzel cannot bring herself to do more than touch upon it, and the horrible consequences which ensued. She whose pleasing task it had been to develop the growing intelligence, the attractive qualities, the grace, and manifold charms of the young prince, and of these a thousand incidents are scattered through the pages of her memoirs, must leave to others the exposure of those cruelties which cut short his promising life. She was, however, careful to ascertain beyond all doubt the fact of his death, so as to confute all future pretenders who continue to this present day to advance their claims.* (Standard, Jan. 12th, 1884.)

It was not till the year 1795, after the death of Robespierre, that Madame de Tourzel obtained permission to visit Madame Royale in the Temple. She paused on the threshold, overcome with the thought of all that had occurred since she crossed it last, and ignorant as to how much, or how little, of the awful tragedy which concerned her so nearly had reached the ears of the one remaining captive within those ruthless prison walls. But Madame Royale knew it all. One by one those she loved had been torn from her, and for fifteen months she had been quite alone with her grief. "Manquant de tout, ne demandant rien." In those few concise words we read the whole story of the utter desolation of her position, and of the resignation with which she endured it. She lived to enforce by her example that lesson of forgiveness which was the king her father's only legacy, which was repeated by the queen as, calm and dignified, she mounted the scaffold as if she were ascending the throne, which was

She proved it by a personal inspection of the daily register kept in the Temple during the imprisonment of the royal family, by the testimony of the doctor, Jeanvoi, who had been summoned to inspect the body of the prince after death. At first he refused to go, because, being a Royalist, he declared that if he detected symp toms of poison he would certainly state his opinion at the risk of his life. "You are the very man we want,' replied the members of the Convention. Alas! there was no poison necessary to accomplish the task already successfully performed; but neither the cruelties he had endured, nor the shades of death, had been able to destroy the traces of beauty which yet lingered in the countenance, and made the old doctor pronounce it to be the exact counterpart of the portrait which Madame de Tourzel had happily been able to preserve. (Vol. ii., p. 330.)

It was the duty of Madame Royale to transmit that legacy of forgiveness to France when, as it has been most truly described, the "awful censure of history" stood prepared to blot a name stained with such a series of unparalleled crimes from the sisterhood of civilized States. That duty Madame Royale fulfilled to the letter in a manner which, when at last she regained her liberty, left the French minister of the interior confounded and abashed, and which the court of Vienna, where she filed for refuge, could neither appreciate nor understand.* But there was one person who could not fail to understand it. The Abbé Edgeworth, who had attended her father on the scaffold, who was waiting to receive her when she arrived at the old ducal castle of Mittau, in Courland, to be married to her cousin, the Duc d'Angoulême. Such was the character of Madame Royale. It might be read in her countenance, which recalled in a striking manner the traits of both her parents, the grace and beauty of her mother, the benevolence of her father, and was yet further ennobled by a ray of the holiness which so especially characterized the countenance of the Princess Elizabeth.

With the recital of this interview the memoirs close; but we learn from the biographical introduction that Madame de Tourzel passed the last years of her eventful life peaceably at her son's castle, Abondant, in the environs of Paris. There, while the past rose up again before her, with its pageant of unutterable sorrow, she could yet find a true consolation in the king's last message, which was faithfully transmitted to her. "I wish you could give me some news of Madame de Tourzel," he said to M. l'Abbé de Malesherbes; "she sacrificed all for me, and it would be a great consolation to me if you could let her know that I am deeply sensible of her devotion." + She died on the 15th of May, 1832, having attained the great age of eighty-two. It had been her custom to visit every day a monument erected by her to the memory of the king and queen. It bore the inscription, Quid sunt cineres? Heu! cinis ipsa deest;

* Private Life of Marie Antoinette
ii., pp. 360, 361.
t Vol. ii., p. 308.

Campan. Vol.

recalling the fact that no sepulchre re-hundred than two hundred miles apart ceived those honored remains which the distances contemptible, perhaps, on a Republic hoped thus to condemn to an small-scale map to the Englishman, but eternal oblivion, little thinking that the serious enough on the spot. traditional glory of one of the greatest nations of Europe perished at the same time, and was scattered to the winds with the ashes consumed by the quicklime in the Cimetière of La Madeleine incapable alike of being resuscitated by the ephemeral victories of Buonaparte, or of being damaged by the disaster of Sedan. CATHERINE MARY PHILLIMORE.

But let us get out of the stifling, crowded town, into the clearer air of the country, and see what it has to show us.

that is therein, I think that some certainly remained unchanged and unconquered. do feel, after visiting Port of Spain in This they owed, as they considered, to Trinidad and Georgetown in Demerara, Nelson, and hence the statue, which in that their capital is unworthy of them. itself is remarkable for nothing save that Bridgetown, to sum up and get rid of this it is painted a vivid pea-green, emblemunpleasant subject at once, is one of the atic, I take it, of the intention of the Barworst-ordered, ugliest, dirtiest, and most badians to keep his memory of the same detestable towns that can well be con- color. ceived. Without going into minor details it may be stated briefly that the streets are narrow and ill-paved, the corners sharp, and the general effect uncomfort- Any one who has visited any other of able and unsavory. In the principal street the West Indian islands (except perhaps there is hardly room for two carriages Antigua) will pronounce Barbados, in a abreast; and the negro being an obstruc- picturesque point of view, remarkably intive animal, locomotion is difficult, and significant, and, as compared with her conducive to much bad language and per- sisters, positively ugly. True it is that spiration. There is but a single building Barbados, not being of volcanic origin, at all worthy of a thriving town of thirty has none of the wild grandeur and surthousand inhabitants, namely, that com- passing beauty which distinguish them. prising the public offices, which does its There are no towering peaks and deep best, and not without success, to give the combes, no vast tracts of dense wild tropplace an air of respectability. It is built ical growth to smother the rich red soil in two wings of neat white stone, with a with eternal, almost cloying, green; no clock tower, the most conspicuous object cool mountain streams, shaded by tall from the harbor, and a small courtyard. tree ferns, and fringed with bamboo, The street in front of it also is broad and palms, and cocoa-trees. Barbados is open, and thus an appearance of civiliza composed of coral, or, as some say, limetion is to some extent preserved. The stone, white, glaring, and dazzling when only other large building in the town is it appears, and where it does not appear, the so-called cathedral, such being the veiled from sight by the eternal sugartitle with which the parish church is dig- cane. For sugar is the sole product of nified. It is insignificant to the eye from the island, and, as such, has the monopoly without, and but for the tower and the of the land. The northern half of the graveyard might be anything else. Nor island, appropriately named Scotland, is is it much better within; an oblong cham- higher than the rest, and has in parts a ber, with a gallery all round, unpleasantly red soil similar to that of the volcanic resembling a music hall, and scarcely re- islands, and Barbadians will sometimes deemed from that by an organ at the west tell you, as an extraordinary attribute of end and a small window of stained glass their most extraordinary island, that it is (cracked) at the east. The subject of the half volcanic and half of coral formation. window is a saint, presumably St. Michael, It has been stated by a geological authorassaulting the upper half of a semi-humanity that this is not the case, but that is no creature, presumably Satan. Above it are reason why Barbadians should not believe the arms of one of the best-loved of the it. bishops of Barbados, an ornament harmless enough in itself, but, unfortunately, displaying a monkey proper on a field vert, which trenches with dangerous closeness on the grotesque.

The color of the soil, however, and the formation of the country, affects the natives little, except in so far as the cultivation of sugar is involved. The island is like a garden; every scrap of cultivable The only other object worthy of remark land is turned to account, and in many in Bridgetown is the statue of Nelson in cases the bare rock has been covered with a small open space of ground, duly chris- a layer of artificial soil, thin, but sufficient tened Trafalgar Square. Barbados, be- for the canes, except in excessive drought. sides being almost, if not actually, the It is extraordinary to look at the country oldest of the British colonies, is also dis- and see the industry which has been tinguished from the majority of the West employed in utilizing every inch of it. Indian colonies in that it has always been Everywhere fields of thick waving canes, in the hands of the British. Thus, while unfenced and undivided except by the the other unfortunate islands around were white coral roads, thickly sprinkled with in a chronic state of capture and recapture, the shanties of the negroes, the white now French and now English, Barbados | houses of the planters, the low buildings