Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.Various
History
Harper's New Monthly Magazine: No. XVI.—September, 1851—Vol. III.
Various
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Though Little Gibraltar was thus taken, the conflict continued all
around the city until morning. Shells were exploding, and hot shot
falling in the thronged dwellings. Children in the cradle, and maidens
in their chambers had limb torn from limb by the dreadful missiles.
Conflagrations were continually bursting forth, burning the mangled and
the dying, while piercing shrieks of dismay and of agony rose even above
the thunders of the terrific cannonade. The wind howled in harmony with
the awful scene, and a cold and drenching rain swept the streets. One
can not contemplate such a conflict without wondering that a God of
mercy could have allowed his children thus brutally to deform this fair
creation with the spirit of the world of woe. For the anguish inflicted
upon suffering humanity that night a dread responsibility must rest
somewhere. A thousand houses were made desolate. Thousands of hearts
were lacerated and crushed, with every hope of life blighted forever.
The English government thought that they did right, under the
circumstances of the case, to send their armies and take possession of
Toulon. Napoleon deemed that he was nobly discharging his duty, in the
Herculean and successful endeavors he made to drive the invaders from
the soil of France. It is not easy for man, with his limited knowledge,
to adjust the balance of right and wrong. But here was a crime of
enormous magnitude committed--murder, and robbery, and arson, and
violence--the breaking of every commandment of God upon the broadest
scale; and a day of Judgment is yet to come in which the responsibility
will be with precise and accurate justice awarded.
The direful tragedy was, however, not yet terminated. When the morning
sun dawned dimly and coldly through the lurid clouds, an awful spectacle
was revealed to the eye. The streets of Toulon were red with blood,
while thousands of the mangled and the dead, in all the most hideous
forms of mutilation, were strewed through the dwellings and along the
streets. Fierce conflagrations were blazing in many parts of the city,
while mouldering ruins and shattered dwellings attested the terrific
power of the midnight storm of man's depravity. The cannonade was still
continued, and shells were incessantly exploding among the terrified and
shrieking inhabitants.
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