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
While these words were being anxiously exchanged around me, the
apparition of the almost invisible bit of red bunting, the expression of
sinister glee I had just remarked on the faces of several inebriated
National Guardsmen who, marching past the crowd, tapped their guns,
crying "We shall send a few pills into the Jacobins;"--all these
circumstances connected themselves in my mind and forced upon me all too
clear a premonition of what was about to occur. The batteries of
artillery had commenced to disgorge through the Great Rock gate when the
bourgeois guard which was in line halted, and, deploying before its
banner, advanced, with leveled guns and quickened pace, upon the
multitude, which recoiled before it. At the same instant the cavalry
entered at a rapid trot by the gate near the Military School, while the
other column poured in by the bridge over the Seine. By this
simultaneous manoeuvre the forty thousand persons or thereabouts who
still remained in the Field of Mars, surrounded by embankments and
walls, saw themselves hemmed in on every side by the troops who occupied
the gates.
Vain would be any attempt on my part to give an idea of the stupor, then
the fright, and soon the panic, which seized the helpless multitude.
Great God, what a picture! What heartrending cries! What shrieks of
children, of women, mingling with the imprecations of men whose energy
became paralyzed, either by the physical impossibility of doing anything
in the crush, or by their preoccupation to safeguard a wife, a mother,
a daughter, or children of tender age, exposed to smothering, or to
being trampled under foot!
Suddenly I saw appear, on top of one of the embankments, Lehiron and
about a score of his cut-throat band, accompanied by some tattered,
bare-headed urchins who cried:
"Down with the National Guard! Down with the blue-bonnets! Down with
Lafayette!"
While his followers rained a hail of rocks at the city guard, Lehiron
drew a pistol from his pocket, and, without even taking aim, discharged
his weapon in the direction of the General's staff, shouting:
"Death to Lafayette!"
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