I see in the list a knave I have long marked out, though his crime once procured me a legacy,--Nicot, the Hebertist." "And young Andre Chenier, the poet?
Ah, I forgot; we be headed HIM to-day! Revolutionary virtue is at its acme.

His own brother abandoned him." (His brother is said, indeed, to have contributed to the condemnation of this virtuous and illustrious person.

He was heard to cry aloud, "Si mon frere est coupable, qu'il perisse" (If my brother be culpable, let him die).

This brother, Marie-Joseph, also a poet, and the author of "Charles IX.," so celebrated in the earlier days of the Revolution, enjoyed, of course, according to the wonted justice of the world, a triumphant career, and was proclaimed in the Champ de Mars "le premier de poetes Francais," a title due to his murdered brother.) "There is a foreigner,--an Italian woman in the list; but I can find no charge made out against her." "All the same we must execute her for the sake of the round number; eighty sounds better than seventy-nine!" Here a huissier brought a paper on which was written the request of Henriot.
"Ah! this is fortunate," said Tinville, to whom Dumas chucked the scroll,--"grant the prayer by all means; so at least that it does not lessen our bead-roll.

But I will do Henriot the justice to say that he never asks to let off, but to put on.