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
"If the revolution one of these days miscarries, it will be the fools of
the stamp of this Lebrenn who will be to blame," continued Desmarais
bitterly. "They will not comprehend that the ideal government is a
bourgeois, constitutional monarchy, amenable to the courts, disarmed,
and subordinated to an assembly of representatives of the Third Estate.
These miserable workingmen dishonor the revolution by assassination."
"Father," responded Charlotte firmly, her forehead flushed with a
generous resolve, "Monsieur John Lebrenn can not be called an assassin."
"I, too, believed in the honesty of that workman whom I showered with
favors, in spite of the warnings of your uncle Hubert," replied
Desmarais. "But when John Lebrenn takes part in this insurrection, I
withdraw my esteem. I look upon him as a brigand!"
"John Lebrenn a brigand!" exclaimed Charlotte, unable to restrain her
indignation. "Is it you, father, who thus insult a man whom you but now
called your friend! What a contradiction in your language!"
"My dear husband," interposed Madam Desmarais, interrupting her daughter
to retard an explanation of which she dreaded the issue: "You have not
yet told us what compelled your departure from Versailles, and why you
are in Paris instead of in session with the National Assembly."
"Last evening and night the most sinister rumors were in circulation
about Versailles. According to some, the court party had secured from
the King the dissolution of the Assembly. The members of the Left were
to be arrested as seditious characters, and imprisoned or banished from
the kingdom."
"Great heaven--that is where you sit, my friend! To what danger have you
not been exposed!"
"They would not have taken me from my curule chair alive," responded the
attorney grandly. "But the court party, frightened by the peals of the
cannon at the Bastille, the roar of which carried to Versailles, drew
back before the fearsome consequences of such an attempt."
"I breathe again," exclaimed Madam Desmarais with a sigh of relief. "You
are neither a fugitive nor proscribed. God be praised!"
"Still, other reports agitated Versailles and the Assembly on the score
of the uneasiness in Paris. During the night they saw, from the
housetops, the gleam of burning barriers. In the morning a courier
despatched by Baron Bezenval, commandant of Paris, brought news to the
government that the people of the suburb of St. Antoine, assisted by
those from the other suburbs, were besieging the Bastille. This sort of
aggression was considered by the majority of the representatives an
enterprise as blameworthy as it was senseless. No one could conjecture
that a mob of people, in rags, almost without arms, could take a
fortress defended by a garrison and a battery of artillery. The attempt
was in the highest degree extravagant."
"The victory of the people was truly heroic," answered Madam Desmarais.
"It really savors of the miraculous."
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