Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. V, No. XXV, June, 1852Various
General
Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. V, No. XXV, June, 1852
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
When my manuscript was ready I sent for a printer, and bargained
with him, for a pretty large impression of the book, in a cheap and
portable form. Nearly two months were occupied in getting through the
press, owing to the amount of business with which the printers of Paris
were at that time overloaded. When the whole edition was ready for
delivery, I sent for a bookseller of my acquaintance, and gave him an
order upon the printer for the whole of them, with directions to sell
them at the low price of ten sous, or five-pence each, about equal
to two-thirds of the cost of their production, supposing the whole
number to go off, which, in my ignorance of the book-trade and of the
literary likings of the Parisians, I looked upon as the next thing to
a certainty.
This undertaking off my hands, my mind felt considerably more at
ease, and I became capable of enjoying the few pleasures which my
hazardous position afforded. The study of human nature, of which I
had thought but little previous to my confinement, now became my only
pursuit. I had acquired the habit of writing in the prosecution of my
translation; and I now continued the habit by journalizing the events
which transpired in the prison, and jotting down such portions of the
biography of the several inmates as I could make myself master of. Mr.
Paine shut himself closely in his cell, and I rarely saw any thing of
him; and he appeared to have given up all communication as well with
the world without as that within his prison.
In July came the fall of Robespierre, who wanted animal courage to
play out the desperate game he had planned. I was the first who
got the information, and in five minutes it was known to all my
fellow-prisoners. In a few days I was set at liberty. I parted with the
author of the "Rights of Man" and the "Age of Reason" at the door of
the prison, and never set eyes on him afterward. I flew to my residence
in the Rue St. Honoré. As I expected, everything of value had been
plundered and the place gutted, my faithful servant having first been
enlisted and packed off to the army. I resolved upon returning home. As
a French citizen I had no difficulty in obtaining a passport for the
coast; and within a month I was in London.
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