Still a little nearer let us bring reflexion home, and entreat those who having done much, would do no more, to suppose themselves, for a moment only, placed in _l'Eglise des Carmes_, in Paris, on the 2d of September, 1792, in full sight of the hapless assemblage of this pious fraternity, who there sought sanctuary--not for the crimes they had committed, but for the duty they had discharged to their consciences, not from just punishment of guilt, but from fury against innocence. Here, then, behold these venerable men, collected in a body, enclosed within walls dedicated to holy offices, bewailing the flagitious actions of their country-men, yet devout, composed, earnest in prayer, and incorruptible in purity. Now, then, in mental retrospection, witness the unheard-of massacre that ensued! Behold the ruffians that invade the sacred abode, each bearing in his hand some exterminating weapon; in his eye, a more than fiend-like ferocity. Can it be you they seek, ye men of peace? unarmed, defenceless, and sanctuarised within the precincts of your own religious functions!----Incredible!-- Alas, no!--behold them reviled--chaced--assaulted. They demand their offence? They are answered by staves and pikes. They fly to the altar--to that altar where, so lately, salvation seemed to hang upon their benediction.-- Here, at least, are they not safe? At this sanctified spot will not some reverence revive? some devotion rekindle? Will not the fell instruments of destruction fall guiltless from the shaking hands of their contrite pursuers? Will not remorse seize their inmost souls, and vibrate through the hallowed habitation, in one universal cry of, "O men of God! live yet--so forgive--and pray for us!"--Ah, deadly shame! indelible disgrace! not here, not even here, could compunction or humanity find a friend-- "Would not those white hairs move pity?"-- No!--the murderers dart after them: the pious suppliants kneel--but they rise no more! They pray--and their prayers ascend to heaven, unheard on earth! Groans resound through the vaulted roof--Mangled carcases strew the consecrated ground--derided, while wounded; insulted, while slaughtered--they are cleft in twain--their savage destroyers joy in their cries----Blood, agony, and death close the fatal scene!