CHAPTER 7.XIII.
Erde mag zuruck in Erde stauben; Fliegt der Geist doch aus dem morschen Haus.
Seine Asche mag der Sturmwind treiben, Sein Leben dauert ewig aus! Elegie.
(Earth may crumble back into earth; the Spirit will still escape from its frail tenement.

The wind of the storm may scatter his ashes; his being endures forever.) To-morrow!--and it is already twilight.

One after one, the gentle stars come smiling through the heaven.

The Seine, in its slow waters, yet trembles with the last kiss of the rosy day; and still in the blue sky gleams the spire of Notre Dame; and still in the blue sky looms the guillotine by the Barriere du Trone.

Turn to that time-worn building, once the church and the convent of the Freres-Precheurs, known by the then holy name of Jacobins; there the new Jacobins hold their club.
There, in that oblong hall, once the library of the peaceful monks, assemble the idolaters of St.Robespierre.Two immense tribunes, raised at either end, contain the lees and dregs of the atrocious populace,--the majority of that audience consisting of the furies of the guillotine (furies de guillotine).