The pikes and bayonets of the national guards could scarcely force them a passage through this dense throng, that at each instant grew more and more numerous, and who were never weary of uttering cries of derision and menace, accompanied by the most furious gestures.
The carriages pursued their journey amidst a torrent of abuse, and the clamour of the people recommenced at every turn of the wheel.

It was a Calvary of sixty leagues, every step of which was a torture.

One gentleman, M.de Dampierre, an old man, accustomed all his life to venerate the king, having advanced towards the carriage to show some marks of respectful compassion to his master, was instantly massacred before their eyes, and the royal family narrowly escaped passing over his bleeding corpse.

Fidelity was the only unpardonable crime amongst this band of savages.

The king and queen, who had already made the sacrifice of their lives, had summoned all their dignity and courage, in order to die worthily.