On the 9th of May, poor Louis was taken ill with fever. It was a very
serious illness, and lasted nearly a month; and he never was in good
health again. The want of proper air, exercise, and play, and the dull
life he led among melancholy companions, were quite enough to destroy
the health _of any_ boy. He was tenderly nursed by his mother and aunt,
and his sister played with him; but there was no peace in their minds,
and no mirth in their faces, to cheer his young heart. One anecdote
shows how sad their manners were now. Tison's wife, who did some of the
work of their chambers, went mad, and talked to herself in a way so
ridiculous, that the Princess Royal could not help laughing. This made
the queen and Princess Elizabeth look at her with pleasure--it was so
long since they had seen her laugh! And yet this poor girl who never
laughed was then only fifteen years old, and her brother not yet nine.
VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
FURTHER SEPARATION.
The 3rd of July was the most terrible morning to Louis. Before he was
up, and while his mother was by his bedside, some officers came into the
room, with an order from the Convention that Louis should be taken from
his family, and kept in the most secure room in the Temple. If the
queen could have commanded herself so far as to obey at once, and let
him go quietly, the unhappy boy might have been less terrified than he
was. But this was hardly to be expected. These repeated cruelties had
worn out her spirits; and she now made a frantic resistance. For a
whole hour she kept off the officers from his bed, and her lamentations
were dreadful to hear: so that the terrified boy not only wept, but
uttered cries. His aunt and sister, though in tears, commanded
themselves so far as to dress him, and thus show that they intended no
vain opposition. The officers were made angry by the delay in obeying
orders of which they were only the bearers. They did all they could in
assuring the queen that no danger to the boy's life was to be feared,
and in promising to convey to the authorities her request that she might
see him at meal-times, at least. Then they carried him off, crying
bitterly. He never again saw his mother, though she saw him by stealth.
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