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 members of the bureau of the club took their places, and the tumult
hushed. Citizen Prieur, of La Marne, presided; at his sides were the
secretaries, Goncourt, Chery, Jr., Lampidor, and Danjou. The president
rang his bell, and announced the reading of an address sent to all the
societies in the departments, which were in correspondence with the
central club. Thus was explained the marvelous unanimity between the
parent society of the Jacobins and the affiliated societies in the
provinces. A profound silence now reigned in the chamber, while Citizen
Danjou read the address:
"Brothers and friends:
"The King, led astray by criminal suggestions, has separated
himself from the National Assembly. Far from being downcast over
this development, our courage and that of our fellow citizens is
risen to the emergency. Not a shadow of trouble, not a disordered
movement, has accompanied the impression made upon us by this fact.
"A calm and determined firmness leaves us the disposition of all
our forces; consecrated to the defense of a great cause, they will
be victorious!
"All divisions are forgotten, all patriots are united. The National
Assembly--that is our guide; the Constitution--that is our rallying
cry."
It would be difficult to express the surprise, the disfavor, I had
almost said the sorrow, which were produced in the audience by the
reading of this opiate-laden manifesto, accepted by the majority of the
members of the club.
But unexpectedly Camille Desmoulins appeared on the scene. He strode
toward the tribunal and demanded of the president the floor for a
communication he had to make to the Jacobins. Though still a young man,
Desmoulins was an influential member of the Club of the Cordeliers. His
physiognomy was expressive, ironical, and finely cut. He leaped to the
platform, and in his incisive voice, while sober in gesture and bearing,
he let loose his biting sarcasm:
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