France -- History -- Louis XVI, 1774-1793; France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799
Thus, over France, all stirs that has what the Physiologists call
_irritability_ in it: how much more all wherein irritability has
perfected itself into vitality; into actual vision, and force
that can will! All stirs; and if not in Paris, flocks thither.
Great and greater waxes President Danton in his Cordeliers
Section; his rhetorical tropes are all “gigantic:” energy flashes
from his black brows, menaces in his athletic figure, rolls in
the sound of his voice “reverberating from the domes;” this man
also, like Mirabeau, has a natural _eye_, and begins to see
whither Constitutionalism is tending, though with a wish in it
different from Mirabeau’s.
Remark, on the other hand, how General Dumouriez has quitted
Normandy and the Cherbourg Breakwater, to come—whither we may
guess. It is his second or even third trial at Paris, since this
New Era began; but now it is in right earnest, for he has quitted
all else. Wiry, elastic unwearied man; whose life was but a
battle and a march! No, _not_ a creature of Choiseul’s; ‘the
creature of God and of my sword,’—he fiercely answered in old
days. Overfalling Corsican batteries, in the deadly fire-hail;
wriggling invincible from under his horse, at Closterkamp of the
Netherlands, though tethered with “crushed stirrup-iron and
nineteen wounds;” tough, minatory, standing at bay, as forlorn
hope, on the skirts of Poland; intriguing, battling in cabinet
and field; roaming far out, obscure, as King’s spial, or sitting
sealed up, enchanted in Bastille; fencing, pamphleteering,
scheming and struggling from the very birth of him,[271]—the man
has come thus far. How repressed, how irrepressible! Like some
incarnate spirit in prison, which indeed he _was;_ hewing on
granite walls for deliverance; striking fire flashes from them.
And now has the general earthquake rent his cavern too? Twenty
years younger, what might he not have done! But his hair has a
shade of gray: his way of thought is all fixed, military. He can
_grow_ no further, and the new world is in such growth. We will
name him, on the whole, one of Heaven’s Swiss; without faith;
wanting above all things work, work on _any_ side. Work also is
appointed him; and he will do it.
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