The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England. volume 5 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe volume 5Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
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The Memoirs of François René Vicomte de Chateaubriand sometime Ambassador to England. volume 5 (of 6): Mémoires d'outre-tombe volume 5
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de
Chateaubriand, François-René, vicomte de, 1768-1848
"In thus frankly expressing my sentiments in this tribune, I have
no idea that I am performing an act of heroism. Those times are
past when opinions were expressed at personal hazard: if such were
now the case, I should speak a hundred times louder. The best
buckler is a breast that does not fear to show itself uncovered
to the enemy. No, gentlemen, we need neither fear a people whose
reason is equal to its courage, nor that generous rising generation
which I admire, with which I sympathize with all the faculties of
my soul, and to which, as to my country, I wish honour, glory and
liberty.
"Far from me, above all things, be the thought of sowing seeds of
discord in France, and that has been my motive for excluding from
my speech every accent of passion. If I could convince myself that
a child should be left in the happy ranks of obscurity in order to
procure the peace of thirty-three millions of men, I should have
regarded every word as criminal which was not consistent with the
needs of the time: but I am not so convinced. Had I the disposal
of a crown, I would willingly lay it at the feet of M. le Duc
d'Orléans. But all that I see vacant is, not a throne, but a tomb
at Saint-Denis.
"Whatever destiny may await M. the Lieutenant-general of the
Kingdom, I shall never be his enemy, if he promotes my country's
welfare. I only ask to retain my liberty of conscience and the
right of going to die where I shall find independence and repose.
"I vote against the declaration."
I was fairly calm when I began my speech, but gradually I was overcome
with emotion. When I came to this passage: "Useless Cassandra, how
often have I wearied the Throne and the country with my disregarded
warnings," my voice became troubled, and I was obliged to put my
handkerchief to my eyes to keep back tears of love and bitterness.
Indignation restored my power of speech in the paragraph that follows:
"Pious libellers, the renegade now calls upon you! Come, then, and
stammer out a word, a single word, with him for the unfortunate master
who loaded, you with his gifts and whom you have ruined!"
[Sidenote: Its effect on the Peers.]
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