up　in　bed；　kneeled　down　upon　the　miserable；　dirty　mattress；　folded
  his　hands　and　began　to　repeat　in　a　loud　voice　the　prayer　which　his
  mother　had　taught　him。
  The　noise　awakened　Simon；　who　roused　his　wife；　to　let　her　listen　to
  the　〃superstitious　little　monkey；〃　whom　he　would　cure　forever　of　his
  folly。
  He　sprang　out　of　bed；　took　a　pitcher　of　cold　water；　that　was
  standing　on　the　table；　and　poured　it　upon　the　head　of　the　kneeling
  boy。　Louis　Charles　awoke　with　a　shriek；　and　crouched　down　in　alarm。
  But　the　whole　bed　was　wet；　only　the　pillow　had　been　spared。　The　boy
  rose　carefully；　took　the　pillow；　carried　it　into　a　corner　of　the
  room；　and　sat　down　upon　it。　But　his　teeth　chattered　with　the　cold　in
  spite　of　himself。　This　awakened　Simon　a　second　time；　just　as　he　was
  dropping　asleep。　With　a　wild　curse　he　jumped　out　of　bed　and　dressed
  himself。
  〃That　is　right！〃　cried　Jeanne　Marie；　〃bring　the　brat　to　his　senses。
  Make　little　Capet　know　that　he　is　to　behave　respectfully。〃
  And　Simon　did　make　the　poor　boy　understand　it；　sitting　on　the
  pillow；　shivering　in　his　wet　shirt。　He　seized　him　by　his　shoulders；
  shook　him　angrily　from　one　side　to　another；　and　shouted：　〃I　will
  teach　you　to　say　your　Pater　Noster；　and　get　up　in　the　night　like　a
  Trappist！〃
  The　boy　remaining　silent；　Simon's　rage；　which　knew　no　bounds　when　he
  thought　he　was　defied　or　met　with　stubbornness；　entirely　took
  possession　of　him。　He　caught　up　his　boot；　whose　sole　was　secured
  with　large　iron　nails；　and　was　on　the　point　of　hurling　it　at　the
  head　of　the　unoffending　boy；　when　the　latter　seized　his　arm　with
  convulsive　energy。
  〃What　have　I　done　to　you；　master；　that　you　should　kill　me？〃　cried
  the　little　Louis。
  〃Kill　you；　you　wolf…brat！〃　roared　Simon。　〃As　if　I　wanted　to；　or　ever
  had　wanted　to！　Oh；　the　miserable　viper！　So　you　do　not　know　that　if　I
  only　took　fairly　hold　of　your　neck；　you　never　would　scream　again！〃
  And　with　his　powerful　arm　he　seized　the　boy　and　hurled　him　upon　the
  water…soaked　bed。　Louis　lay　down　without　a　word；　without　a
  complaint；　and　remained　there　shivering　and　with　chattering　teeth
  until　morning。　＇Footnote：　Beauchesne；　〃Louis　XVII。；〃　vol。　ii。；　p。
  185。＇
  From　this　period　there　was　a　change　in　the　boy。　Until　this　time　his
  moist　eyes　had　fixed　themselves　with　a　supplicating　look　upon　his
  tormentors　when　they　threatened　him；　but　after　this　they　were　cast
  down。　Until　now　he　had　always　sought　to　fulfil　his　master's　commands
  with　great　alacrity；　afterward　he　was　indifferent；　and　made　no
  effort　to　do　so；　for　he　had　learned　that　it　was　all　to　no　purpose；
  and　that　he　must　accept　a　fate　of　slavery　and　affliction。　The　face
  of　the　child；　once　so　rosy　and　smiling；　now　took　on　a　sad；
  melancholy　expression；　his　cheeks　were　pale　and　sunken。　The
  attractive　features　of　his　face　were　disfigured；　his　limbs　grew　to　a
  length　disproportionate　to　his　age；　his　back　bent　into　a　bow；　as　if
  he　felt　the　burden　of　the　humiliations　which　were　thrown　upon　him。
  When　the　child　had　learned　that　every　thing　that　he　said　was
  twisted；　turned　into　ridicule；　and　made　the　cause　of　chastisement；
  he　was　entirely　silent；　and　only　with　the　greatest　pains　could　a
  word　be　drawn　from　him。
  This　silence　exasperated　Simon；　and　made　him　furiously　command　the
  boy　to　sing；　laugh；　and　be　merry。　At　other　times　he　would　order
  Louis　to　be　silent　and　motionless　for　hours；　and　to　have　nothing　to
  do　with　the　bird…cage；　which　was　on　the　table；　and　which　was　the
  only　thing　left　that　the　little　fellow　could　enjoy。
  This　cage　held　a　number　of　birds；　and　a　piece　of　mechanism；　an
  automaton　in　the　form　of　a　bird；　which　ate　like　a　living　creature；
  drank；　hopped　from　one　bar　to　another；　opened　his　bill；　and　sang　the
  air　which　was　so　popular　before　the　revolution；　〃Oh；　Richard！　oh；　my
  king！〃
  This　article　had　been　found　among　the　royal　apparel；　and　a
  compassion　ate　official　guard　had　told　Simon　about　it；　and　induced
  him　to　apply　to　the　authorities　in　charge　of　the　Temple　and　ask　for
  it　for　the　little　Capet。
  Simon；　who；　as　well　as　his　wife；　could　no　more　leave　the　building
  than　their　prisoner　could；　took　this　solitary；　confined　life　very
  seriously；　and　longed　for　some　way　to　mitigate　the　tedium。　He
  therefore　availed　himself　gladly　of　the　official's　proposition；　and
  asked　for　the　automaton；　which　was　granted　by　the　authorities。　The
  boy　was　delighted　with　the　toy　at　first；　and　a　pleased　smile　flitted
  over　his　face。　But　he　soon　became　tired　of　playing　with　the　thing
  and　paid　no　attention　to　it。
  〃Does　not　your　bird　please　you　any　longer？〃　asked　Miller；　the
  official；　as　he　came　one　day　to　inspect　the　Temple。　〃Do　you　have　no
  more　sport　with　your　canary？〃
  The　boy　shook　his　head；　and　as　Simon　was　in　the　next　room　and　so
  could　not　strike　him；　he　ventured　to　speak。
  〃It　is　no　bird；〃　he　answered　softly　and　quickly。　〃But　I　should　like
  to　have　a　bird。〃
  The　good　inspector　nodded　to　the　boy；　and　then　went　out　to　have　a
  long　talk　with　Simon；　and　so　to　avert　any　suspicion　of　being　too
  familiar　with；　or　too　fond　of；　the　prince。　But　after　leaving　the
  Temple　he　went　to　his　friends　and　acquaintances；　and　told　them；　with
  tears　in　his　eyes；　about　the　little　prisoner　in　the　Temple；　the
  〃dauphin；〃　as　the　royalists　used　always　to　call　him　beneath　their
  breath；　and　how　he　wanted　a　living　bird。　Every　one　was　glad　to　have
  an　opportunity　of　gratifying　the　wish　of　the　dauphin；　and　on　the
  next　day　Miller　brought　the　prince　a　cage；　in　which　were　fourteen
  real　canaries。
  〃Ah！　those　are　real　birds；〃　cried　the　child；　as　he　took　them　one
  after　the　other　and　kissed　them。　The　playing　of　the　birds；　which　all
  lived　in　one　great　cage；　together　with　the　automaton；　was　now　the
  only　pleasure　of　the　boy。　He　began　to　tame　them；　and　among　the
  little　feathered　flock　he　found　one　to　which　he　was　especially
  drawn；　because　he　was　more　quiet　than　the　others；　allowed　itself　to
  be　easily　caught；　sat　still　on　the　finger　of　the　prince；　and；
  turning　his　little　black　eyes　to　the　boy；　warbled　a　little；　sweet
  melody。　At　such　moments　the　countenance　of　the　boy　beamed　as　it　had
  done　in　the　days　of　his　happiness；　his　cheeks　flushed　with　color；
  and　out　of　his　large　blue　eyes；　which　rested　with　inexpressible
  tenderness　upon　the　bird；　there　issued　the　rays　of　intelligence　and
  sensibility。　He　had　now　something　to　love；　something　to　which　all
  his　gentle　sympathies　could　flow　out；　which　hitherto　had　all　been
  suppressed　beneath　the　harsh　treatment　of　his　keepers。
  He　was　no　longer　alone；　he　was　no　longer　joyless！　His　little　friend
  was　there　in　the　great　cage　among　the　twittering　companions　who　were
  indifferent　to　the　little　prince。　In　order　to　know　him　at　first
  sight；　and　always　to　be　able　to　recognize　him；　Louis　took　the　rose…
  colored　ribbon　from　the　neck　of　the　automaton；　and　tied　it　around
  the　neck　of　his　darling。　The　bird　sang　merrily　at　this；　and　seemed
  to　be　as　well　pleased　with　the　decoration　as　if　it　had　been　an　order
  which　King　Louis　of　France　was　hanging　around　the　neck　of　a　favorite
  courtier。
  It　was　a　fortunate　thing　for　the　boy　that　Simon　himself　was　fond　of
  birds；　else　the　objections　of　his　wife　would　soon　have　robbed　the
  little　fellow　of　his　last　remaining　comfort。　It　was　for　the　keeper　a
  little　source　of　amusement；　an　interruption　in　the　dreadful　monotony
  of　his　life。　The　birds　were　allowed　to　stay　therefore；　and　their
  singing　and　twittering　animated　a　little　the　dark；　silent　rooms；　and
  reminded　him　of　the　spring；　the　fresh　air；　the　green　trees！
  But　very　soon　this　source　of　comfort　and　cheer　was　to　be　banished
  from　the　dismal　place！　On　the　19th　of　December；　1793；　the　inspectors
  of　the　Temple　made　their　rounds。　Just　at　the　moment　when　they
  entered　the　room　of　the　little　Louis　Capet；　the　automaton　began　to
  sing　with　his　loud；　penetrating　voice；　〃Oh！　Richard；　oh　my　king！〃
  The　officials　came　to　a　halt　upon　the　threshold；　as　though　petrified
  at　this　unheard…of　license；　and　fixed　their　cold；　angry　looks　now
  upon　the　bird…；　now　upon　the　boy；　who　was　sitting　upon　his　rush…
  chair　before　the　cage；　looking　at　the　birds　with　beaming　eyes。
  A　second　time　the　automaton　began　the　unfortunate　air；　and　the
  exasperated　inspectors　strode　up　to　the　cage。　〃What　does　this　mean？〃
  asked　one　of　them。　〃How　does　any　one　dare　to　keep　up；　in　the
  glorious　republic；　such　worthless　reminders　of　the　cursed　monarchy。〃
  〃Only　see；〃　cried　another〃see　the　order　that　one　of　the　birds　is
  wearing。　It　is　plain　that　the　old　passion　of　royalty　still　lurks
  here；　for　even　here　ribbons　are　given　away　as　signs　of　distinction。
  The　republic　forbids　such　things；　and　we　will　not　suffer　such
  infamy。〃
  The　inspector　put　his　hand　into　the　cage；　seized　the　little　canary…
  bird　with　the　red　ribbon；　and　squeezed　him　so　closely　that　the　poor
  little　creature　gave　one　faint　chirp　and　died。　The　man　drew　him　out；
  and　hurled　him　against　the　wall　of　the　room。
  The　little　boy　said　not　a　word；　he　uttered　not　a　complaint；　he　gazed
  with　widely…opened　eyes　at　his　dead　favorite；　and　two　great　tears
  slowly　trickled　down　his　pale　cheeks。
  The　next　day　the　inspectors　gave　a　report　of　this　occurrence；
  couched　in　terms　of　worthy　indignation；　and　all　hearts　were　stirred
  with　righteous　anger　at　the