of the Municipal Guards. "You have had a great
deal to suffer to-day," he said to him. "Well! for the love of me,
continue to endure everything; make no answer." At another time he
slipped into his hand a folded paper. "This is some of my hair," said
he; "it is the only present I can give you at this moment." M. Hue
exclaims in his pathetic book: "O shade forever cherished! I will
preserve this precious gift to my latest day! The inheritance of my
son, it will pass on to my descendants, and all of them will see in
this testimonial of Louis XVI.'s {347} goodness, that they had a father
who merited the affection of his King by his fidelity."

In the evenings the Queen made the Dauphin recite this prayer:
"Almighty God, who created and redeemed me, I adore Thee. Spare the
lives of the King, my father, and those of my family! Defend us
against our enemies! Grant Madame de Tourzel the strength she needs to
support the evils she endures on our account." And the angel of the
Temple, Madame Elisabeth, recited every day this sublime prayer of her
own composition: "What will happen to me to-day, O my God! I do not
know. All I know is, that nothing will happen that has not been
foreseen by Thee from all eternity. It is enough, my God, to keep me
tranquil. I adore Thy eternal designs, I submit to them with my whole
heart; I will all, I accept all; I sacrifice all to Thee; I unite this
sacrifice to that of Thy dear Son, my Saviour, asking Thee by His
sacred heart and His infinite merits, the patience in our afflictions
and the perfect submission which is due to Thee for all that Thou
wiliest and permittest." One day when she had finished her prayer, the
saintly Princess said to M. Hue: "It is less for the unhappy King than
for his misguided people that I pray. May the Lord deign to be moved,
and to look mercifully upon France!" Then she added, with her
admirable resignation: "Come, let us take courage. God will never send
us more troubles than we are able to bear."

{348}

The prisoners were permitted to walk a few steps in the garden every
day to get a breath of fresh air. But even there they were insulted.
As they passed by, the guards stationed at the base of the tower took
pains to put on their hats and sit down. The sentries scrawled insults
on the walls. Colporteurs maliciously cried out bad tidings, which
were sometimes false. One day, one of them announced a pretended
decree separating the King from