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Title: History of Madame Roland
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Abbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot), 1805-1877
Subjects: Roland, Mme (Marie-Jeanne), 1754-1793
Publisher: New York, Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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fher prison they appeared to grow with the joyand luxuriance of gratitude. With intertwin-ing leaf and blossom, they concealed the rustybars, till they changed the aspect of the gratedcell into a garden bower, where birds mightnestle and sing, and poets might love to linger.When in the convent, she had formed a strongattachment for one of her companions, whichthe lapse of time had not diminished. Throughall the vicissitudes of their lives they had keptup a constant correspondence. This friend,Henriette Cannet, one day obtained access toher prison, and, in the exercise of that roman-tic friendship of which this world can presentbut few parallels, urged Madame Roland to ex-change garments with her, and thus escape fromprison and the scaffold. If you remain, saidHenriette, your death is inevitable. If I re-main in your place, they will not take my life,but, after a short imprisonment, I shall be lib-erated. None fear me, and I am too obscure toattract attention in these troubled times. L
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1793.) Prison Life. 261 Vain entreaties. Robespierre in the zenith of his power. she continued, am a widow, and childless.There are no responsibilities which claim mytime. You have a husband, advanced in years,and a lovely little child, both needing your ut-most care. Thus she pleaded with her to ex-change attire, and endeavor to escape. Butneither prayers nor tears availed. They wouldkill thee, my good Henriette! exclaimed Ma-dame Roland, embracing her friend with tearsof emotion. Thy blood would ever rest onme. Sooner would I sutler a thousand deathsthan reproach myself with thine. Henriette,finding all her entreaties in vain, sadly bade heradieu, and was never permitted to see her more.Robespierre was now in the zenith of his pow-er. He was the arbiter of life and death. Oneword from him would restore Madame Rolandto liberty. But he had steeled his heart againstevery sentiment of humanity, and was not will-ing to deprive the guillotine of a single victim.One day Madame Roland was l

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