The French Revolution eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,095 pages of information about The French Revolution.

The French Revolution eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,095 pages of information about The French Revolution.

The more touching is this other Solemnity, which happens on the morrow of the Lafayette tocsin:  Proclamation that the Country is in Danger.  Not till the present Sunday could such Solemnity be.  The Legislative decreed it almost a fortnight ago; but Royalty and the ghost of a Ministry held back as they could.  Now however, on this Sunday, 22nd day of July 1792, it will hold back no longer; and the Solemnity in very deed is.  Touching to behold!  Municipality and Mayor have on their scarfs; cannon-salvo booms alarm from the Pont-Neuf, and single-gun at intervals all day.  Guards are mounted, scarfed Notabilities, Halberdiers, and a Cavalcade; with streamers, emblematic flags; especially with one huge Flag, flapping mournfully:  Citoyens, la Patrie est en Danger.  They roll through the streets, with stern-sounding music, and slow rattle of hoofs:  pausing at set stations, and with doleful blast of trumpet, singing out through Herald’s throat, what the Flag says to the eye:  “Citizens, the Country is in Danger!”

Is there a man’s heart that hears it without a thrill?  The many-voiced responsive hum or bellow of these multitudes is not of triumph; and yet it is a sound deeper than triumph.  But when the long Cavalcade and Proclamation ended; and our huge Flag was fixed on the Pont Neuf, another like it on the Hotel-de-Ville, to wave there till better days; and each Municipal sat in the centre of his Section, in a Tent raised in some open square, Tent surmounted with flags of Patrie en danger, and topmost of all a Pike and Bonnet Rouge; and, on two drums in front of him, there lay a plank-table, and on this an open Book, and a Clerk sat, like recording-angel, ready to write the Lists, or as we say to enlist!  O, then, it seems, the very gods might have looked down on it.  Young Patriotism, Culottic and Sansculottic, rushes forward emulous:  That is my name; name, blood, and life, is all my Country’s; why have I nothing more!  Youths of short stature weep that they are below size.  Old men come forward, a son in each hand.  Mothers themselves will grant the son of their travail; send him, though with tears.  And the multitude bellows Vive la Patrie, far reverberating.  And fire flashes in the eyes of men;—­and at eventide, your Municipal returns to the Townhall, followed by his long train of volunteer Valour; hands in his List:  says proudly, looking round.  This is my day’s harvest. (Tableau de la Revolution, para Patrie en Danger.) They will march, on the morrow, to Soissons; small bundle holding all their chattels.

So, with Vive la Patrie, Vive la Liberte, stone Paris reverberates like Ocean in his caves; day after day, Municipals enlisting in tricolor Tent; the Flag flapping on Pont Neuf and Townhall, Citoyens, la Patrie est en Danger.  Some Ten thousand fighters, without discipline but full of heart, are on march in few days.  The like is doing in every Town of France.—­Consider therefore whether the Country will want defenders, had we but a National Executive?  Let the Sections and Primary Assemblies, at any rate, become Permanent, and sit continually in Paris, and over France, by Legislative Decree dated Wednesday the 25th. (Moniteur, Seance du 25 Juillet 1792.)

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