gone--my family lost to me--my brothers and sisters pursued in
their own country by the jeers and sarcasms of their kindred; the
malediction of my father--my exile from my native land--my enrolment
amongst the infamous caste of courtezans; the blood with which my days
have been and will be stained; that imperishable curse attached to my
name, instead of that immortality of virtue which you have taught me to
doubt. It is for this that you would purchase my forgiveness. Do you
know any price on earth capable of purchasing it?" The young man made no
reply. Theroigne had not the generosity to forgive him, and he perished
in the massacres of September. In proportion as the Revolution became
more bloody, she plunged deeper into it. She could no longer exist,
without the feverish excitement of public emotion. However, her early
leaning to the Girondist party again displayed itself, and she also
wished to stay the progress of the Revolution. But there were women
whose power was superior even to her own. These women, called the
_furies_ of the guillotine, stripped the belle Liegoise of her attire,
and publicly flogged her on the terrace of the Tuileries, on the 31st of
May. This punishment, more terrible than death, turned her brain, and
she was conveyed to a mad-house, where she lived twenty years, which
were but one long paroxysm of fury. Shameless and blood-thirsty in her
delirium, she refused to wear any garments, as a souvenir of the outrage
she had undergone. She dragged herself, only covered by her long white
hair, along the flags of her cell, or clung with her wasted hands to the
bars of the window, from whence she addressed an imaginary people, and
demanded the blood of Suleau.

XII.

After Theroigne de Mericourt came other demagogues, less widely known,
but already celebrated in their own quartiers, such as Rossignol, the
working goldsmith; Brierre, a wine-seller; Gonor, the conqueror of the
Bastille; Jourdan, surnamed _Coupe-tete_; the famous Polish Jacobin,
Lozouski, afterwards buried by the people at the Carrousel; and Henriot,
afterwards the confidential general of the convention. As the columns
penetrated into Paris, they were swelled by new groups, that poured
forth from the crowded streets that open on the boulevards and the
quays. At each influx of these new recruits, a shout of joy burst from
the columns, the military bands struck up the air of the _Ca Ira_, the
Marseillaise of assassins, whilst the insurge