e same
time as herself were assembled, she spoke to them with so much piety and
resignation that they were encouraged by her example to show calmness and
courage like her own. The women, on leaving the cart, begged to embrace
her, and she said some words of comfort to each in turn as they mounted
the scaffold, which she was not allowed to ascend till all her companions
had been executed before her eyes.

[Madame Elisabeth was one of those rare personages only seen at distant
intervals during the course of ages; she set an example of steadfast piety
in the palace of kings, she lived amid her family the favourite of all and
the admiration of the world .... When I went to Versailles Madame
Elisabeth was twenty-two years of age. Her plump figure and pretty pink
colour must have attracted notice, and her air of calmness and contentment
even more than her beauty. She was fond of billiards, and her elegance and
courage in riding were remarkable. But she never allowed these amusements
to interfere with her religious observances. At that time her wish to
take the veil at St. Cyr was much talked of, but the King was too fond of
his sister to endure the separation. There were also rumours of a
marriage between Madame Elisabeth and the Emperor Joseph. The Queen was
sincerely attached to her brother, and loved her sister-in-law most
tenderly; she ardently desired this marriage as a means of raising the
Princess to one of the first thrones in Europe, and as a possible means of
turning the Emperor from his innovations. She had been very carefully
educated, had talent in music and painting, spoke Italian and a little
Latin, and understood mathematics.... Her last moments were worthy of her
courage and virtue.--D'HEZECQUES's "Recollections," pp. 72-75.]

"It is impossible to imagine my distress at finding myself separated from
my aunt," says Madame Royale. "Since I had been able to appreciate her
merits, I saw in her nothing but religion, gentleness, meekness, modesty,
and a devoted attachment to her family; she sacrificed her life for them,
since nothing could persuade her to leave the King and Queen. I never can
be sufficiently grateful to her for her goodness to me, which ended only
with her life. She looked on me as her child, and I honoured and loved
her as a second mother. I was thought to be very like her in countenance,
and I feel conscious that I have something of her character. Would to God
I might imitate her virt