All that was noble and true and fine in the French Revolution was in the party of the Girondists.  Dreamers, idealists, their dream was of a republic like the one in America, and their ideal an impossible perfection of condition in which human reason was supreme.  The excesses of the Revolution they did not approve, but were willing to sacrifice the king and even the royal family, if necessary.  They did not realize the forces with which they were airily playing, nor that the time was at hand when the Girondists would vainly strive to restrain the horrible excesses; that, after they had sacrificed the royal family, the Jacobins would sacrifice them; the slayers would be slain!

Lafayette, neither a Girondist nor a Jacobin, was a loyal Frenchman and patriot, with the American ideal in his heart, vainly trying to mediate between a feeble king and a people who had lost their reason.  The time was near when he would give up the hopeless task and flee to escape being himself engulfed.

A wretchedly planned attempt at the escape of the royal family aggravated the situation.  They were recognized at Varennes, brought back with great indignity, and placed under closer surveillance than before.  On the 10th of August, 1792, the mob attacked the Tuileries.  The royal family fled to the National Assembly for protection, while their Swiss guards vainly defended the palace with their lives.

This was the end of the monarchy.  Louis, the brave queen and her children, and Princess Elizabeth, sister of the king, were removed from the Assembly to the prison in “The Temple,” and the National Convention formally declared France a republic.

The grim prison to which they were taken, with its central square tower flanked by four round towers, had stood since the time of Philip Augustus.  It was built for the Knights Templar, and was chateau, fortress, prison, all in one, and was the home of the grand master and those others who were burned when Philip IV. ruthlessly destroyed the order.  The central tower, one hundred and fifty feet high, had four stories.  The king and the dauphin were imprisoned in the second story, and the queen, her young daughter, and the Princess Elizabeth in the story above.

The power swiftly passed from Girondists to Jacobins, and a Revolutionary Tribunal was created in charge of the terrible triumvirate—­Robespierre, Marat, and Danton.

An awful travesty upon a court of justice was established in that historic hall in the Palais de Justice.  Its walls, which had looked down upon generations of Merovingian, Carlovingian, and Capetian kings, now beheld the condemnation of the most innocent and well-intentioned of all the kings of France.

The king was arraigned at this court upon the charge of treason, convicted, and condemned to die on the 21st of January, 1793.  He was allowed to embrace for the last time his adored wife and children.  At the scaffold he tried to speak a last word to his people.  The drums were ordered to drown his voice, and an attendant priest uttered the words, “Fils de Saint Louis, montez au ciel!”—­Son of Saint Louis, ascend to heaven!—­and all was over.  The kindest-hearted, most inoffensive gentleman in Europe had expiated the crimes of his ancestors.