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There were many women among them, who
seemed more eager and resolute than their male companions. They pressed
round their leader, as if to shield him, while they loudly bestowed on
him every sacred denomination and epithet of worship. Adrian met them
half way; they halted: “What,” he said, “do you seek? Do you require
any thing of us that we refuse to give, and that you are forced to
acquire by arms and warfare?”
His questions were answered by a general cry, in which the words
election, sin, and red right arm of God, could alone be heard.
Adrian looked expressly at their leader, saying, “Can you not silence
your followers? Mine, you perceive, obey me.”
The fellow answered by a scowl; and then, perhaps fearful that his
people should become auditors of the debate he expected to ensue, he
commanded them to fall back, and advanced by himself. “What, I again
ask,” said Adrian, “do you require of us?”
“Repentance,” replied the man, whose sinister brow gathered clouds as
he spoke. “Obedience to the will of the Most High, made manifest to
these his Elected People. Do we not all die through your sins, O
generation of unbelief, and have we not a right to demand of you
repentance and obedience?”
“And if we refuse them, what then?” his opponent inquired mildly.
“Beware,” cried the man, “God hears you, and will smite your stony
heart in his wrath; his poisoned arrows fly, his dogs of death are
unleashed! We will not perish unrevenged—and mighty will our avenger
be, when he descends in visible majesty, and scatters destruction among
you.”
“My good fellow,” said Adrian, with quiet scorn, “I wish that you were
ignorant only, and I think it would be no difficult task to prove to
you, that you speak of what you do not understand. On the present
occasion however, it is enough for me to know that you seek nothing of
us; and, heaven is our witness, we seek nothing of you. I should be
sorry to embitter by strife the few days that we any of us may have
here to live; when there,” he pointed downwards, “we shall not be able
to contend, while here we need not. Go home, or stay; pray to your God
in your own mode; your friends may do the like. My orisons consist in
peace and good will, in resignation and hope. Farewell!”
He bowed slightly to the angry disputant who was about to reply; and,
turning his horse down Rue Saint Honore, called on his friends to
follow him. He rode slowly, to give time to all to join him at the
Barrier, and then issued his orders that those who yielded obedience to
him, should rendezvous at Versailles. In the meantime he remained
within the walls of Paris, until he had secured the safe retreat of
all. In about a fortnight the remainder of the emigrants arrived from
England, and they all repaired to Versailles; apartments were prepared
for the family of the Protector in the Grand Trianon, and there, after
the excitement of these events, we reposed amidst the luxuries of the
departed Bourbons.
[21] Chorus in Œdipus Coloneus.
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