ness de Korff_
is, at bottom, Dame de Tourzel, Governess of the Royal Children: she
who came hooded with the two hooded little ones: little Dauphin; little
Madame Royale, known long afterwards as Duchesse d'Angouleme. Baroness
de Korff's _Waiting-maid_ is the Queen in gypsy-hat. The royal
Individual in round hat and peruke, he is _Valet_ for the time being.
That other hooded Dame, styled _Travelling-companion_, is kind Sister
Elizabeth; she had sworn long since, when the Insurrection of Women
was, that only death should part her and them. And so they rush there,
not too impetuously, through the Wood of Bondy;--over a Rubicon in
their own and France's history.

Great; though the future is all vague! If we reach Bouille? If we do
not reach him? O Louis! and this all round thee is the great
slumbering Earth (and overhead, the great watchful Heaven); the
slumbering Wood of Bondy,--where Longhaired Childeric Do-nothing was
struck through with iron; not unreasonably, in a world like ours.
These peaked stone-towers are Raincy; towers of wicked d'Orleans. All
slumbers save the {130} multiplex rustle of our new Berline.
Loose-skirted scarecrow of an Herb-merchant, with his ass and early
greens, toilsomely plodding, seems the only creature we meet. But
right ahead the great North-east sends up evermore his grey brindled
dawn: from dewy branch, birds here and there, with short deep warble,
salute the coming sun. Stars fade out, and galaxies; street-lamps of
the City of God. The Universe, O my brothers, is flinging wide its
portals for the levee of the GREAT HIGH KING. Thou, poor King Louis,
farest nevertheless, as mortals do, towards Orient lands of Hope; and
the Tuileries with _its_ levees, and France and the Earth itself, is
but a larger kind of dog-hutch--occasionally going rabid.

(_The French Revolution_.)

LORD MACAULAY 1800-1859

THE TRIAL OF THE SEVEN BISHOPS

It was dark before the jury retired to consider of their verdict. The
night was a night of intense anxiety. Some letters are extant which
were despatched during that period of suspense, and which have
therefore an interest of a peculiar kind. "It is very late," wrote the
Papal Nuncio; "and the decision is not yet known. The Judges and the
culprits have gone to their own homes. The jury remain together.
To-morrow we shall learn the event of this great struggle."

The solicitor for the Bishops sate up all night with a body of servants
on t