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
"My crime?" replied Franz, with a slight smile. "My crime consists in
attaching scant weight to our sovereignty. I tried more than once to
bring my father to more just, more modest appreciation of our origin.
'Did not our family,' I said to him, 'come into its power through the
audacity of an adventurer? May the earth lie light on our ancestor
Gaelo! But he was the companion and pupil of old Rolf, a frightful
bandit, who, each spring, came to ravage the banks of the Loire and the
Seine.' My father's answer was that all the crowned heads of the world,
big or little, were sprung from no less savage a beginning. To which I
retorted that there would come the day when the people, enlightened as
to the origin of their pretended masters, would tire of being the
exploitable property, the forced laborers, the chattels of a few royal
families whose founders were fit for the galleys or the gibbet; and that
I feared for kings, princes, emperors and Popes lest, by some terrible
reversal of things here below, the people, driven to the limit of
endurance, should treat them as their august founders deserved, and the
most of them to this very day deserve to be treated."
"In good sooth," said John Lebrenn, laughing, "that language was surely
severe for a Prince to hold--and to monarchs!"
"So, my dear John, my father grew furious at my language. In fine, I
concluded by urging him to set a great example to the other princes of
the Germanic Confederation, by laying aside his grand-duchy. 'Lay
aside,' I said to him, 'a power stained with crime in its very origin,
and lead the people of your states and the other German principalities
to unite in a republic like the cantons of the Swiss, or the provinces
of the Netherlands. The Poles, the Hungarians, the Moldavians, the
Wallachians, enslaved by Prussia, by Russia and by Austria, but trained
to republicanism by their old elective customs, will soon be attracted
by the example and the cry of liberty! Then the three last powerful
despotisms of Europe--Prussia, Austria, and Russia--will find themselves
hemmed in, threatened by free peoples, and we shall soon have an end of
these last lairs of royalty!'"
"That was preparing for the future!" the old man exclaimed. "The United
States of Europe! The Universal Republic!"
"But my father preferred to hang to his throne," continued Franz. "Then
convinced of the futility of my appeals, and holding the duty of a
citizen in precedence over that of a son, I passed from word to action.
With all my power and by every means at my disposal I propagated in
Germany, its cradle, the society of the Illuminati; my father banished
me."
"Your account of yourself, Monsieur Gerolstein, deepens still more the
esteem in which I needs must hold you," nodded the old man.
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