The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
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The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French Revolution
Sue, Eugène
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
Soon the hostility of the court showed itself in the open. Louis XVI
refused to sanction the Declaration of the Rights of Man, the
corner-stone and basis of the Constitution, and opposed his veto to the
law attaching for sale the goods of the clergy. Thereupon, projects
fatal to liberty began to rear their heads with unheard-of insolence. On
October 1, 1789, the foreign troops were summoned to Versailles. The
Body Guard bespoke to a banquet the newly arrived officers, together
with those of the Montmorency Dragoons, the Swiss regiments, the
Hundred-Swiss, the mounted Police, and the Mayor's Guard. Several
monarchical captains, picked out from among the National Guard of
Versailles, were also invited. The officers of the army, instead of
wearing the national tricolored cockade, affectatiously displayed
enormous cockades of white. The Court was tendering to the Army a
sumptuous banquet, the expenses of which were paid by the King. The
tables were spread in the Opera Hall of the palace, which was
brilliantly lighted. The bands of the Flanders regiment and the Body
Guard played during the repast royalist or topical airs, such as "Long
Live Henry IV," or "O Richard, O My King, the World Is All Forsaking
Thee." The wine, liberally distributed, rose to all heads. They drained
their bumpers to the health of the royal family; one captain of the
National Guard proposed the health of the Nation; he was drowned with
hoots.
Soon the officers called in their soldiers, who were massed in all the
alcoves. Then the King entered the hall in a hunting habit, accompanied
by the Queen, who held the Dauphin by the hand. At the sight of Louis
XVI, the officers were transported with enthusiasm. The German
regimental band struck up the "March of the Uhlans," a foreign war song.
The drunkenness rose to frenzy. Insults and bloody threats were hurled
against the Revolution, against the Assembly. The cavalry trumpets
sounded the charge. The officers whipped out their sabers to cries of
"Long live the King!" The tricolored cockade was trampled under foot.
Then these rebels, dragging after them their soldiers, as drunk as
themselves, poured out into the courtyard of the palace, crying savage
imprecations against the Representatives of the people. The National
Assembly, intimidated, defenseless, surrounded by these saturnalia of
military force and placing little reliance in the National Guard of
Versailles, hardly dared show its fears. Unpardonable weakness!
But the people of Paris were watching in their clubs. The press sounded
the alarm.
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