narrator is put into prison in the rue
de Sevres in October, 1793.--II., 186. ("An historical account of the
jail in the rue de Sevres.") The narrator was confined there during the
last months of the Reign of Terror.]

[Footnote 3352: A game of chance.]

[Footnote 3353: "Un Sejour en France de 1792 a 1795," 281. "We had an
appointment in the afternoon with a person employed by the committee on
National Domains; he was to help my friend with her claims. This man
was originally a valet to the Marquise's brother; on the outbreak of the
Revolution he set up a shop, failed and became a rabid Jacobin, and, at
last, member of a revolutionary committee. As such, he found a
way.... to intimidate his creditors and obtain two discharges of his
indebtedness without taking the least trouble to pay his debts.".... "I
know an old lady who was kept in prison three months for having demanded
from one of these patriots three hundred livres which he owed her."
(June 3, 1795.) "I have generally noticed that the republicans are
either of the kind I have just indicated, coffee-house waiters, jockeys,
gamblers, bankrupts, and low scribblers, or manual laborers more earnest
in their principles, more ignorant and more brutal, all spending what
they have earned in vulgar indulgence."]

[Footnote 3354: Schmidt, "Tableaux Historiques de la Revolution
Francaise," II., 248, 249. (Agent's reports, Frimaire 8, year 111.)
"The prosecution of Carrier is approved by the public, likewise
the condemnation of the former revolutionary committee called the
"BonnetRouge." Ten of its members are condemned to twenty years in
irons. The public is overjoyed."--Ibid., (Frimaire 9), "The people
rushed in crowds to the square of the old commune building to see
the members of the former revolutionary committee of the Bonnet-Rouge
sections, who remained seated on the bench until six o'clock, in the
light of flambeaux. They had to put up with many reproaches and much
humiliation."--"Un Sejour en France," 286, (June 6, 1795). "I have just
been interrupted by a loud noise and cries under my window; I heard the
names Scipio and Solon distinctly pronounced in a jeering and insulting
tone of voice. I sent Angelique to see what was the matter and she
tells me that it is a crowd of children following a shoemaker of the
neighborhood who was member of a revolutionary committee... and had
called himself Scipio Solon. As he had been caught in several efforts at
stealing he coul