According to this account, which it is difficult to believe is not correct, it was placed on the side of the Place near the spot where the carriages for Versailles usually stand, and just within the borgnes that line the road that here diverges towards the quay.  While correcting popular errors of this sort, I will add that M. Guillotine, the inventor of that instrument that bears his name, is, I believe, still living; the story of his having been executed on his own machine, being pure poetry.

Passing by the Rue de Rivoli, I went to see an English lady of our acquaintance, who resided in this quarter of the town.  I found her alone, uneasy, and firmly persuaded that another revolution had commenced.  She was an aristocrat by position, and though reasonably liberal, anxious to maintain the present order of things, like all the liberal aristocrats, who believe it to be the last stand against popular sway.  She has also friends and connexions about the person of the King, and probably considered their fortunes as, in some measure, involved in those of the court.  We condoled with each other, as a matter of course; she, because there was a revolution, and I, because the want of faith, and the stupendous frauds, practised under the present system, rendered it necessary.

It was near eleven o’clock before I quitted this part of the town.  The streets were nearly deserted, a patrol occasionally passing; but the strangers were few, scarcely any having yet returned after their flight from the cholera.  The gates of the garden were closed, and I found sentinels at the guichets of the Carrousel, who prevented my return by the usual route.  Unwilling to make the detour by the way I had come, I proceeded by the Rue de Rivoli.  As I was walking quite near to the palace, in order to avoid some mud, I came suddenly on a Garde National who was placed behind a sentry-box en faction.  I cannot describe to you the furious scream with which this man cried “Allez au large.”  If he took me for a body of bloody-minded republicans, rushing forward to disarm him, I certainly thought he was some wild beast.  The man was evidently frightened, and just in a condition to take every bush for an enemy.  It is true the other party was rather actively employed in disarming the different guards, but this fellow was within a hundred feet of the Etat Major, and in no sort of danger.  Notwithstanding the presented bayonet, I am not quite certain he would not have dropped his arms had I lifted my walking-stick, though one runs more hazard from a robber, or a sentinel, who is frightened, than from one who is cool.  There was, however, no blood shed.