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
The Jacobin Club was the revolutionary church most frequented by the
people. In that plebeian forum were debated the great questions that
agitated Paris, France, Europe! It was from that hearth glowing with
patriotism that radiated the civic virtues which from one end of the
country to the other fired all hearts. The Club of the Jacobins was the
political school of the proletariat; it was there that the workingmen
took direct hold of public affairs; it was in the midst of its
tempestuous debates that the opinion of the people cleared itself and
took form, whence it often went to weigh, with no negligible force, upon
the deliberations of the National Assembly. It was from the heights of
the ringing tribunal of the Jacobins that the vigilant citizens watched
and heralded the manoeuvres of our enemies, and kept their eyes on the
public functionaries; it was from this popular tribunal that issued the
cries of mistrust or alarm. It was, in brief, from this tribunal that
the patriots, at the approach of grave perils, reawoke the slumbering,
misled or wearied public opinion, infused into it new activity, and
rekindled in it the fever of revolution--a sublime mission!
Alas, by an unexplainable error of judgment, or of political tact, the
Jacobins on the 21st of June, the day of the flight of Louis XVI, did
not respond to the prayers of the people. The Jacobins did not profit by
the circumstance, as favorable as unexpected, of the desertion of the
King, to demand of the National Assembly, in the name of the
Constitution, that the title of Louis XVI be declared forfeit. In this
meeting, otherwise so moving, the conduct of the Jacobins was
indecisive, equivocal, and blameworthy; for, in a revolution, not to
profit by every favorable event is an unpardonable fault. A single error
brings defeat.
When, about eight in the evening, Victoria and I entered the hall of the
Jacobins, the chamber and the galleries were packed with spectators
drawn thither by the importance of the debates which the events of the
day were expected to call forth. Men, women, young girls, waited with
feverish impatience for the meeting to be thrown open. One of the
striking features of our revolution was the passionate interest taken by
women in the affairs of the community; already, sons of Joel, you have
seen them, these valiant Gallic women, taking as virile a part in action
as in discussion, like their mothers of Gaul in the centuries agone.
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