God, how I suffer! ' ' Lord, my God, give me fortitude! ' As during the burning of his hand, he uttered cries at the infliction of each fresh torture, then became calm and silent, and patiently contemplated his wounds. Four young and vigorous horses
mains were thrown upon a pile of wood and burned to ashes. The punishment had lasted hours, and night closed upon the horrible scene." Count Lally-Tollendal just escaped this terrible death, the verdict of the court ac-
I.AST TOILETTE OF CHARLOTTE CORDAY. (From painting by E. M. Ward.)
were then harnessed to his limbs, but, though they pulled with all their might, and though the extension of the members was prodi gious, they did not succeed in quartering the sufferer until the surgeon's knife had scored the joints. The victim lived till the last limb was torn from his body, and then only gave up the ghost. His mangled re-
quitting him of high treason, but pronounc ing him guilty of " having betrayed the in terests of the king, of the state, and of the East India Company." The decree ordered him to be beheaded. Louis XV, whom Lalh' had served so faithfully for fifty-one years, was petitioned by the army, by his own attorney-general, by one of the judges
