The Duke d'Uzes withdraws
his baton from the vault, and brandishing it, calls out: "Long
live the King!"
The King-at-Arms repeats: "Long live the King! long live the King!
long live the King! Charles, tenth of the name, by the grace of
God, King of France and Navarre, very Christian, very august, very
puissant, our very honored lord and good master, to whom God grant
long and happy life! Cry ye all: Long live the King!" Then the
trumpets, drums, fifes, and instruments of the military bands
break into a loud fanfare, and their sound is mingled with the
prolonged acclamations of the assembly, whose cries "Long live the
King! long live Charles X.!" contrast with the silence of the
tombs.
"To this outburst of the public hopes," says the Moniteur,
"succeeded the return of pious and mournful duties; the tomb is
closed over the mortal remains of the monarch whose subjects,
restored to happiness, greeted him on his return from the land of
exile with the name of Louis le Desire, and who twice reconciled
his people with Europe. This imposing ceremony being ended, the
princes were again escorted into the Abbey to their apartments, by
the Grand Master, the Master of Ceremonies and his aides, preceded
by the Master-at-Arms, and the Heralds-at-Arms, who had resumed
their caps, coats-of-arms, and rods. Then the crowd slowly
dispersed. We shall not try to express the sentiments to which
this imposing and mournful ceremony must give rise.
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