The remains of the queen were thrown into a pine coffin and hurried to an obscure burial. Upon the records of the Church of La Madeleine we now read the charge, "_For the coffin of the Widow Capet, seven francs._" CHAPTER XII. THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH, THE DAUPHIN, AND THE PRINCESS ROYAL. 1793-1795 The dauphin and the princesses.--Painful uncertainty.--Sufferings of the princesses.--Their dismal cell.--Painful thoughts.--Unwelcome visitors.--The princesses separated.--Brutality of the soldiers.--Elizabeth taken before the tribunal.--A group of noble captives.--Trial of Madame Elizabeth.--Her condemnation.--Sad reverses.--Character of Madame Elizabeth.--Madame Elizabeth at the guillotine.--Execution of her companions.--Death of Madame Elizabeth.--Her faith and piety.--Situation of the dauphin.--The brute Simon.--Inhuman treatment of the dauphin.--He becomes insane.--The reaction.--Change in the dauphin's treatment.--Death of the dauphin.--Sympathy awakened by it.--Situation of the princess royal.--Her deep sufferings.--Sympathy for the princess royal.--She is released.--Arrival of the princess royal in Vienna.--Her settled melancholy.--Love felt for Maria.--She recovers her cheerfulness.--Maria's marriage.--Her present residence.--Advanced age of Maria.--Still retains traces of her early sorrows. When Maria Antoinette was taken from the Temple and consigned to the dungeons of the Conciergerie, there to await her trial for her life, the dauphin was imprisoned by himself, though but a child seven years of age, in a gloomy cell, where he was entirely excluded from any communication with his aunt and sister. The two latter princesses remained in the room from which the queen had been taken. They were, however, in the most painful uncertainty respecting her fate. Their jailers were commanded to give them no information whatever respecting the external world. Their prison was a living tomb, in which they were allowed to breathe, and that was all. The Princess Elizabeth had surmised, from various little incidents, what had been the fate of the queen, but she tried to cheer the young, and affectionate, and still beautiful child with the hope that her mother yet lived, and that they might meet again. Eight months of the most dreary captivity rolled slowly away. It was winter, and yet they were allowed no fire to dispel the gloom and the chill of their cell. They were deprived of all books. They were not allowed the use of pens or paper. The long winter nights came. In their cell there was but a few hours during which the rays of the sun struggled faintly through the barred windows. Night, long, dismal, impenetrable, like that of Egypt, enveloped them for fifteen hours. They counted the strokes of the clocks in the distant churches. They listened to the hum of the vast and mighty metropolis, like the roar of the surf upon the shore. Reflections full of horror crowded upon them. The king was beheaded. The queen was, they knew not where, either