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One of the most remarkable sufferers by the same axe--a

woman--had asked at the foot of the same scaffold, not long

before, to be allowed to write down the thoughts that were

inspiring her. If he had given any utterance to his, and they

were prophetic, they would have been these:

"I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Juryman, the

Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on the

destruction of the old, perishing by this retributive instrument,

before it shall cease out of its present use. I see a beautiful

city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their

struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats,

through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of

the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually

making expiation for itself and wearing out.