ever change."

Madame Lamballe, contrary to this advice, made all haste to return, and
clung to the queen as though she sought to be struck with the same blow.
By her side were also other courageous women,--the Princesse de Tarente,
Latremouille, Mesdames de Tourzel, de Mackau, de La Roche-Aymon.

M. de Lajard, a cool soldier, responsible to the king and himself for so
many dear and sacred lives, collected in haste by the secret passages
which communicated with the sleeping chamber and the interior of the
palace, several officers and national guards wandering about in the
tumult. He had the queen's children brought to her, in order that their
presence and appearance, by softening the mob, might serve as a buckler
to their mother. He himself opened the doors. He placed the queen and
her ladies in the depth of the window. They wheeled in front of this the
massive council-table, in order to interpose a barrier between the
weapons of the malcontents and the lives of the royal family. Some
national guards were around the table on each side, and rather in
advance of it. The queen, standing up, held by the hand her daughter,
then fourteen years of age.

A child of noble beauty and precocious maturity, the anxieties of the
family in the midst of whom she had grown up had already reflected their
weight and sorrow in her features. Her blue eyes, her lofty brow,
aquiline nose, light brown hair, floating in long waves down her
shoulders, recalled at the decline of the monarchy those young girls of
the Gauls who graced the throne of the earlier races. The young daughter
pressed closely against her mother's bosom, as though to shield her with
her innocence. Born amidst the early tumults of the Revolution, dragged
to Paris captive amidst the blood of the 6th of October, she only knew
the people by its turbulence and rage. The Dauphin, a child of seven
years old, was seated on the table in front of the queen. His innocent
face, radiant with all the beauty of the Bourbons, expressed more
surprise than fear. He turned to his mother at every moment, raising his
eyes towards her as though to read through her tears whether he should
have confidence or alarm. It was thus that the mob found the queen as it
entered and defiled triumphantly before her. The calming produced by the
firmness and confidence of the king was already perceptible in the faces
of the multitude. The most ferocious of the men were softened in the
presence of weakness--b