Little Louis was seven and a half years old when he was first shut up
in the Temple, and in those months the king taught him to recite
poetry, to draw maps and to make use of arithmetic, but his lessons in
arithmetic had to be discontinued because an ignorant guard noticed the
multiplication tables that the Prince was learning and reported that he
was being taught to speak and write in cipher. One of the king's men
was removed from the Temple because it was said that he had used
hieroglyphics in order to make secret correspondence between the king
and queen easier, and even his explanation that the figures he had made
use of were only arithmetic tables which he laid by the Dauphin's
bedside every night before retiring, that the young prince might
prepare his lesson before breakfast, did not pacify his accusers. So
little Louis Charles was taught no more arithmetic, but he continued to
learn eagerly all that was offered his quick retentive mind to
assimilate. His playfulness and mischievous pranks were a great comfort
to the failing spirits of the king and queen, and the tact he showed in
his manner and words were nothing less than wonderful in so young a
boy. He never mentioned Versailles or the Tuileries or anything which
would rouse sad memories in the minds of his parents, but seemed to be
constantly on his guard to protect them both from any hints of sorrow
which he could prevent.
The royal prisoners were soon removed to the principal tower of the
Temple, where the Dauphin occupied a room with the king, until after
Louis was taken away for trial, when the Dauphin was placed in his
mother's care, and after that time he saw his father only once. The
king was condemned to death. Having foreseen it, calmly he had accepted
the decree, asking only that he might see his family once to say
farewell. This privilege was granted and during the scene which lasted
almost two hours, little Louis, born to inherit not glory but
misfortune, held his father in his arms and kissed and comforted him in
the fashion of a strong man rather than a little child. He did not
understand causes, but he saw effects, and he was brave because mamma
and papa needed someone beside them, who smiled, and so he held tears
back until the time when they were a natural consequence of the final
parting with his loved father.
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