I Wasn’t Raised, I Was

The Ministers And The Jacobins Are Making The King Declare War Tomorrow On Austria. The Ministers Are Hoping That This Move Will Frighten The Austrians And That Within Three Weeks We Will Be Negotiating (god Forbid That This Should Happen). May We At Last Be Avenged For All The Outrages We Have Suffered From This Country!

I Had Friends. The Idea Of Being Forever Separated From Them And From All Their Troubles Is One Of The Greatest Sorrows That I Suffer In Dying. Let Them At Least Know That To My Latest Moment I Thought Of Them.

Courage? The Moment When My Troubles Are Going To End Is Not The Moment When My Courage Is Going To Fail Me.

We Had A Beautiful Dream And That Was All. The Interest Of My Son Is The Only Guide I Have, And Whatever Happiness I Could Achieve By Being Free Of This Place I Cannot Consent To Separate My Self From Him. I Could Not Have Any Pleasure In The World If I Abandoned My Children. I Do Not Even Have Any Regrets.

If The People Have No Bread, Let Them Eat Cake.