It is in my very zeal that they discover my guilt.

Take from me my conscience, and I should be the most miserable of men!" He paused; and Couthon wiped his eyes, and St.Just murmured applause as with stern looks he gazed on the rebellious Mountain; and there was a dead, mournful, and chilling silence through the audience.

The touching sentiment woke no echo.
The orator cast his eyes around.

Ho! he will soon arouse that apathy.
He proceeds, he praises, he pities himself no more.

He denounces,--he accuses.