He tried to dampen the blaze, and Robespierre said he was a traitor and led him to the guillotine.  Robespierre worked the guillotine until the bearings grew hot.  Still, the people who rode in the death-tumbrel did not seem so very miserable.  Despair pushed far enough completes the circle and becomes peace—­a peace like unto security.  It is the last stage:  hope is gone, but the comforting thought of heroic death and an eternal sleep takes its place.

When Josephine at the nunnery of the Carmelites received from the Luxembourg prison a package containing a generous lock of her husband’s hair, she knew it had been purchased from the executioner.

Now the prison of the Carmelites was unfortunately rather crowded.  In fact, it was full to the roof-tile.  Five ladies were obliged to occupy one little cell.  One of these ladies in the cell with Josephine was Madame Fontenay.  Now Madame Fontenay was fondly loved by Citizen Tallien, who was a member of the Assembly over which Citizen Robespierre presided.  Citizen Tallien did not explain his love for Madame to the public, because Madame chanced to be the wife of another.  So how could Robespierre know that when he imprisoned Madame he was touching the tenderest tie that bound his friend Tallien to earth?

Robespierre sent word to the prison of the Carmelites that Madame Fontenay and Madame Beauharnais should prepare for death—­they were guilty of plotting against the people.

Now, Tallien came daily to the prison of the Carmelites, not to visit of course, but to see that the prisoners were properly restrained.  A cabbage-stalk was thrown out of a cell-window, and Tallien found in the stalk a note from his ladylove to this effect:  “I am to die in two days; to save me you must overthrow Robespierre.”

The next day there was trouble when the Convention met.  Tallien got the platform and denounced Robespierre in a Cassius voice as a traitor—­the arch-enemy of the people—­a plotter for self.  To emphasize his remarks he brandished a glittering dagger.  Other orations followed in like vein.  All orders that Robespierre had given out were abrogated by acclamation.  Two days and Robespierre was made to take a dose of the medicine he had so often prescribed for others.  He was beheaded by Samson, his own servant, July Fifteenth, Seventeen Hundred Ninety-four.

Immediately all “suspects” imprisoned on his instigation were released.

Madame Fontenay and the widow Beauharnais were free.  Soon after this Madame Fontenay became Madame Tallien.  Josephine got her children back from the country, but her property was gone and she was in sore straits.  But she had friends, yet none so loyal and helpful as Citizen Tallien and his wife.  Their home was hers.  And it was there she met a man by the name of Barras, and there too she met a man who was a friend of Barras; by name, Bonaparte—­Napoleon Bonaparte.  Bonaparte was twenty-six.  He was five feet two inches high and weighed one hundred twenty pounds.  He was beardless and looked like a boy, and at that time his face was illumined by an eruption.