At eight in the evening, he was placed in the temporary tomb provided for him in the Pantheon.
We say temporary, because his body remained there only three years.
It was removed at the time when the Convention, having slain the Jacobins, and slain itself, having no more living to slay, determined to dishonor the dead.
It was ordered that the corpse of Honoré Riquette de Mirabeau, traitor to the people, traitor to his country, and sold to royalty, should be removed from the Pantheon.
The order was executed, and the corpse of Mirabeau was thrown into the criminals’ cemetery, at Clamart.
It is there that he now sleeps the sleep of hope, waiting the day when France, an indulgent—nay, let us rather say an impartial mother, will give him, not a Pantheon, but a tomb; not a temple, but a mausoleum.
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE ARRIVAL OF THE DRAGOONS.
During the ten months that I stayed with M. Gerbaut, my life was monotonous in the extreme.