The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. TitmarshThackeray, William Makepeace
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The Paris Sketch Book of Mr. M. A. Titmarsh
Thackeray, William Makepeace
Paris (France) -- Description and travel
Down goes the axe; the poor wretch’s head rolls gasping into the
basket; the spectators go home, pondering; and Mr. Executioner and his
aides have, in half an hour, removed all traces of the august
sacrifice, and of the altar on which it had been performed. Say, Mr.
Briefless, do you think that any single person, meditating murder,
would be deterred therefrom by beholding this—nay, a thousand more
executions? It is not for moral improvement, as I take it, nor for
opportunity to make appropriate remarks upon the punishment of crime,
that people make a holiday of a killing-day, and leave their homes and
occupations, to flock and witness the cutting off of a head. Do we
crowd to see Mr. Macready in the new tragedy, or Mademoiselle Ellssler
in her last new ballet and flesh-colored stockinnet pantaloons, out of
a pure love of abstract poetry and beauty; or from a strong notion that
we shall be excited, in different ways, by the actor and the dancer?
And so, as we go to have a meal of fictitious terror at the tragedy, of
something more questionable in the ballet, we go for a glut of blood to
the execution. The lust is in every man’s nature, more or less. Did you
ever witness a wrestling or boxing match? The first clatter of the kick
on the shins, or the first drawing of blood, makes the stranger shudder
a little; but soon the blood is his chief enjoyment, and he thirsts for
it with a fierce delight. It is a fine grim pleasure that we have in
seeing a man killed; and I make no doubt that the organs of
destructiveness must begin to throb and swell as we witness the
delightful savage spectacle.
Three or four years back, when Fieschi and Lacenaire were executed, I
made attempts to see the execution of both; but was disappointed in
both cases. In the first instance, the day for Fieschi’s death was,
purposely, kept secret; and he was, if I remember rightly, executed at
some remote quarter of the town. But it would have done a
philanthropist good, to witness the scene which we saw on the morning
when his execution did NOT take place.
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