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Page 294 - She listened calmly to her sentence, and then, rising, bowed with dignity to her judges and, smiling, said: "I thank you, gentlemen, for thinking me worthy of sharing the fate of the great men whom you have assassinated. I shall endeavour to imitate their firmness on the scaffold.
Page 285 - I was the friend of men who have been proscribed and immolated by delusion, and the hatred of jealous mediocrity. It is necessary that I should perish in my turn, because it is a rule with tyranny to sacrifice those whom it has grievously oppressed, and to annihilate the very witnesses of its misdeeds. I have this double claim to death from your hands, and I expect it. When innocence walks to the scaffold, at the command of error and perversity, every step she takes is an advance towards glory.
Page 300 - Madame Roland stepped lightly up to the scaffold, and bowing before the statue of Liberty, as , though to do homage to a power for whom she was about to * die, exclaimed, "O Liberty! Liberty! how many crimes are "committed in thy name...
Page 286 - Roman lady was sent to the scaffold for lamenting the death of her son. I know that, in times of delusion and party rage, he who dares avow himself the friend of the condemned, or of the proscribed, exposes himself to their fate.
Page 287 - I have neither concealed my sentiments nor my opinions. I know that a Roman lady was sent to the scaffold for lamenting the death of her son. I know that, in times of delusion and party rage, he who dares avow himself the friend Repeated examinations.
Page 304 - ... the head of it against the trunk of an apple-tree growing by the side of the high road, threw himself upon the point of the weapon, which pierced his heart. Some shepherds, passing with their flocks, discovered his inanimate body lying beside a ditch ; a paper pinned to the breast of his coat bore these words, — " Whoever thou art that findest these remains, respect them as those of a virtuous man. After my wife's death, I would not remain another day upon this earth so stained with crimes.
Page 294 - She returns to her ceD. for having wickedly and designedly aided and assisted in the conspiracy which existed against the unity and indivisibility of the Republic, against the liberty and safety of the French people, by assembling, at her house, in secret council, the principal chiefs of that conspiracy, and by keeping up a correspondence tending to facilitate their treasonable designs. The tribunal, having heard the public accuser deliver his reasons concerning the application of the law, condemns...
Page 66 - I do not want a husband who is to be led. He would be too cumbersome a child for me to take care of.
Page 286 - It is not for weak beings who enter into a composition with guilt, and cover selfishness and cowardice with the name of prudence. It is not for corrupt wretches, who rise from the bed of debauchery, or from the mire of indigence, to feast their eyes on the blood that streams from the scaffold. It is the portion of a people who delight in humanity, practice justice, despise their flatterers, and respect the truth.