Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 67, No. 415, May, 1850Various
History
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Vol. 67, No. 415, May, 1850
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
“Hitherto it has been held the first duty of soldiers to adhere, with
implicit devotion, to that _fidelity_ which is the foundation of
military duties. Treason to his colours has been considered as foul a
blot on the soldier’s scutcheon as cowardice in the field. Even in the
most republican states, this principle of military subordination has
been felt to be the vital principle of national strength. It was
during the rigorous days of Roman discipline, that their legions
conquered the world; and the decline of the empire began at the time
that the Prætorian Guards veered with the mutable populace, and sold
the empire for a gratuity to themselves. Albeit placed in power by the
insurrection of the people, no men knew better than the French
Republican leaders that their salvation depended on crushing the
military insubordination to which they had owed their elevation. When
the Parisian levies began to evince the mutinous spirit in the camp at
St Menehould in Champagne, which they had imbibed during the license
of the capital, Dumourier drew them up in the centre of his
intrenchments, and, showing them a powerful line of cavalry in front,
with their sabres drawn, ready to charge, and a stern array of
artillery and cannoneers in rear, with their matches in their hands,
soon convinced the most licentious that the boasted independence of
the soldier must yield to the dangers of actual warfare. ‘The armed
force,’ said Carnot, ‘is essentially obedient;’ and in all his
commands, that great man incessantly inculcated upon his soldiers the
absolute necessity of implicit submission to the power which employed
them. When the recreant Constable de Bourbon, at the head of a
victorious squadron of Spanish cavalry, approached the spot where the
rearguard, under the Chevalier Bayard, was covering the retreat of the
French army in the valley of Aosta, he found him seated, mortally
wounded, under a tree, with his eyes fixed on the cross which formed
the hilt of his sword. Bourbon began to express pity for his fate.
‘Pity not me,’ said the high-minded Chevalier; ‘pity those who fight
against their king, their country, and their oath!’
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