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Of safety, fought I like a merchant then?
Insulted delegates of France ? St-Just Oh, patience! patience!
From your committee comes-comes charged to speak
Of matters of high import-yet omits
Their orders! Representatives of France,
That bold man I denounce, who disobeys He had led on the armies of the south,
The nation's orders.-I denounce St-Just. Till once again the plains of France were drench'd
[Loud applauses With her best blood.
(Violent murnars COLLOT D'HERBOIS.
He shall be heard !
Must we contaminate this sacred hall
With the foul breath of treason ?
Drag him away! Beneath the ax of death! When Cæsar-like Hence with him to the bar. Reigns Robespierre, 't is wisely done to doom The fall of Brutus. Tell me, bloody man,
Oh, just proceedings! Hast thou not parcell'd out deluded France,
Robespierre prevented liberty of speechAs it had been some province won in fight,
And Robespierre is a tyrant! Tallien reigns, Between your curst triumvirate? You, Couthon,
He dreads to hear the voice of innocence-
And St-Just must be silent!
Heed we well
That justice guide our actions. No light import
Attends this day. I move St-Just be heard.
Inviolate be the sacred right of man,
The freedom of debate. And sharp'd for Danton's recreant neck the ax,
[Vident applause Should now be traitor! had I been so minded,
ST-JUST. Think ye I had destroy'd the very men
I may be heard, then! much the times are changed, Whose plots resembled mine? Bring forth your proofs When St-Just thanks this hall for hearing him. of this deep treason. Tell me in whose breast Robespierre is call’d a tyrant. Men of France, Found ye the fatal scroll? or tell me rather
Judge not too soon. By popular discontent
Was Aristides driven into exile,
Was Phocion murder'd? Ere ye dare pronounce
Ask you proofs ? Robespierre is guilty, it befits ye well,
Bourdon of Oise—the very men denounced,
For their dark intrigues disturb'd the plan
Of government. Legendre, the swor friend I rose, and fearless of thy frowning brow,
Of Danton, fall'n apostate. Dubois Crance, Proclaim'd him guiltless ?
He who at Lyons spared the royalists
What-shall the traitor rear
His head amid our tribune-and blaspheme
Each patriot? shall the hireling slave of faction
I am of no faction. I contend
Triumph not too soon,
I espouse the cause
Upon his own authority a report.
To-day St-Just comes down. Sl-Just neglects
What the committee orders, and harangues
From his own will. O citizens of France,
I weep for you—I weep for my poor country-
I tremble for the cause of Liberty,
And with more insolence than kingly pride
The arrest of the traitors. Memorable
Will be this day for France.
This day will be for France-for villains triumph Denounced by all-upheld by Robespierre. Who spered La Vallette? who promoted him,
I will not share in this day's damning guilt. stuin'd with the deep dye of nobility ?
Condemn me too. Who to an ex-peer gave the high command ?
(Great cry-Down with the Tyrants ! Who screen'd from justice the rapacious thief? Who cast in chains the friends of Liberty?
(The two ROBESPIERRES, COUThon, St-Just and LEBAS
are led off).
Cæsar is fallen! The baneful tree of Java,
Whose death-distilling boughs dropt poisonous dew,
Is rooted from its base. This worse than Cromwell, style thee tyrant, Robespierre!
The austere, the self-denying Robespierre, (Loud applauses.
Even in this hall, where once with terror mute ROBESPIERRE.
We listen'd to the hypocrite's harangues, like back the name, ye citizens of France Has heard his doom. (Fideni clamor. Cries of—Down with the Tyrant!
Yet must we not suppose
The tyrant will fall tamely. His sworn hireling pression falls. The traitor stands appallid - Henriot, the daring desperate Henriot ilt's iron fangs engrasp his shrinking soul — Coramands the force of Paris. I denounce him. hears assembled France denounce his crimes ! mees the mask tom from his secret sins
I denounce Fleuriot too, the mayor of Paris. trembles on the precipice of fate. In guilty tyrant! murder'd by thy rage,
Enter DUBOIS CRANCÉ. * many an innocent victim's blood has stain'd
DUBOIS CRANCÉ. in Freedom's altar! Sylla-like, thy hand Robespierre is rescued. Henriot at the head ank'd down the virtues, that, thy foes removed, Of the arm'd force has rescued the fierce tyrant. krpetual Dictator thou mightst reign,
COLLOT D'HERBOIS. tyrannize o'er France, and call it freedom! tione in timid guilt the traitor plann'd
Ring the tocsin-call all the citizens
To save their country-never yet has Paris fearful wiles-success embolden'd sin
Forsook the representatives of France. d his stretch'd arm had grasp'd the diadem
bw, but that the coward's heart recoil'd,
This sitting be made permanent. ab rapid step urged on his bold career,
[Loud applauses. Ten to the summit of ambitious power,
COLLOT D'HERBOIS. deem'd the name of King alone was wanting. The National Convention shall remain fan it for this we hurld proud Capet down ?
Firm at its post. fit for this we wage eternal war
Enter a MESSENGER. funt the tyrant horde of murderers, De crown'd cockatrices whose foul venom fica all Europe? was it then for this
Robespierre has reach'd the Commune. They espouse rite to guard our liberty with life,
The tyrant's cause. St-Just is up in arms! s Robespierre should reign ? the spirit of freedom St-Just-the young ambitious bold St-Just But yet sunk so low. The glowing flame
Harangues the mob. The sanguinary Couthon Net animales each honest Frenchman's heart
Thirsts for your blood. pet ertinguish'd. I invoke thy shade,
[Tocsin rings. anal Brutus ! I too wear a dagger ; And in the representatives of France,
These tyrants are in arms against the law: Dragh fear or favor, should delay the sword
Outlaw the rebels. sortice, Tallien emulates thy virtues ;
Enter MERLIN OF DOUAY. La sen, like Brutus, lifts the avenging arm;
[Violent applauses. Health to the representatives of France !
I past this moment through the armed force-
They ask'd my name—and when they beard a delegate,
when stall save his country.
To principles, not persons, spurn the idol The tyrants threaten us, as when they turn'd They worshipp'd once. Yes, Robespierre shall fall The cannon's mouth on Brissot.
As Capet fell! Oh! never let us deem
That France shall crouch beneath a tyrant's throne, Enter another MESSENGER.
That the almighty people who have broke
On their oppressors' heads the oppressive chain, Vivier harangues the Jacobins—the club
Will court again their fetters! easier were it Espouse the cause of Robespierre.
To hurl the cloud-capt mountain from its base,
Than force the bonds of slavery upon men
Enter LEGENDRE, a pistol in one hand, keys in the
other. The rattling cannon destined to surround This sacred hall.
LEGENDRE (flinging down the keys).
So let the mutinous Jacobins meet now
In the open air.
Loud applauses When duty steels their bosoms.
A factious turbulent party [Loud applauses. Lording it o'er the state since Danton died
And with him the Cordeliers.-A hireling band!
Of loud-tongued orators controll'd the club,
And bade them bow the knee to Robespierre. France is insulted in her delegates
Vivier has 'scaped me. Curse his coward heartThe majesty of the republic is insulted
This fate-fraught tube of Justice in my hand, Tyrants are up in arms. An armed force
I rush'd into the hall. He mark'd mine eye Threats the Convention. The Convention swears
That beam'd its patriot anger, and Alash'd full To die, or save the country!
With death-denouncing meaning. 'Mid the throng [Violent applauses from the galleries. He mingled. I pursued—but staid my hand, CITIZEN (from above).
Lest haply I might shed the innocent blood.
We too swear To die, or save the country. Follow me.
FRÉRON. [All the men quit the galleries. They took from me my ticket of admission
Expell’d me from their sittings. —Now, forsooth, Enter another MESSENGER.
Humbled and trembling re-insert my name ;
But Fréron enters not the club again Henriot is taken
Till it be purged of guilt-till, purified
[Loud applauses. Of tyrants and of traitors, honest men
What means this uproar ? if the tyrant band They seized him.
(Applauses. We are as dead !
Should gain the people once again to riseBILLAUD VARENNES.
Let the names of these brave men Live to the future day.
And wherefore fear we death
Did Brutus fear it ? or the Grecian friends Enter BOURDON L'OISE, sword in hand. Who buried in Hipparchus' breast the sword,
And died triumphant ? Cæsar should fear death : BOURDON L'OISE.
Brutus must scorn the bugbear. I have clear'd the Commune.
Shouts from without. Live the Convention-Da [Applauses.
with the Tyrants!
Hark! again Gave way. I met the soldiery-I spake
The sounds of honest Freedom!
Enter DEPUTIES from the SECTIONS. Of knaves secure beneath his fostering power.
CITIZEN I spake of Liberty. Their honest hearts
Citizens! representatives of France ! Caught the warm flame. The general shout burst forth, Hold on your steady course. The men of Pare “ Live the Convention-Down with Robespierre !" Espouse your cause. The men of Paris swear
(Applauses. They will defend the delegates of Freedom. [Shouts from without—Down with the Tyrant !
Hear ye this, Colleagues ? hear ye this, my brethru I hear, I hear the soul-inspiring sounds,
And does no thrill of joy pervade your breasts ! France shall be saved! her generous sons, attached My bosom bounds to rapture. I have seen
[Shouts from with
The sons of France shake off the tyrant yoke ;
BARRERE (mounts the Tribune). I have, as much as lies in mine own arm,
For ever hallow'd be this glorious day, Hurl'd down the usurper. Come death when it will, When Freedom, bursting her oppressive chain, I have lived long enough.
Tramples on the oppressor. When the tyrant, [Shouts without. Hurl'd from his blood-cemented throne by the arm BARRERE.
Of the almighty people, meets the death Hark! bow the noise increases! through the gloom He plann'd for thousands. Oh! my sickening heart Of the still evening-harbinger of death,
Has sunk within me, when the various woes Rings the tocsin! the dreadful generale
Of my brave country crowded o'er my brain Thunders through Paris
In ghastly numbers—when assembled hordes, (Cry without-Down with the Tyrant! Dragg’d from their hovels by despotic power,
Rush'd o'er her frontiers, plunder'd her fair hamlets, Enter LECOINTRE.
And sack'd her populous towns, and drench'd with
blood So may eternal justice blast the foes
The reeking fields of Flanders.—When within, Of France! so perish all the tyrant brood,
Upon her vitals prey'd the rankling tooth As Robespierre has perish'd! Citizens,
of treason; and oppression, giant form, Cæsar is taken.
Trampling on freedom, left the alternative (Loud and repeated applauses. Of slavery, or of death. Even from that day, I marvel not, that with such fearless front, When, on the guilty Capet, I pronounced He braved our vengeance, and with angry eye The doom of injured France, has Faction rear'd Sowld round the hall defiance. He relied
Her hated head amongst us. Roland preach'd On Henriot's aid-the Commune's villain friendship, of mercy—the uxorious dotard Roland, And Henriot's boughten succors. Ye have heard
The woman-govern'd Roland durst aspire How Henriot rescued him-how with open arms To govern France; and Petion talk'd of virtue, The Commune welcomed in the rebel tyrant And Vergniaud's eloquence, like the honey'd tongue low Fleuriot aided, and seditious Vivier
Of some soft Syren, wooed us to destruction. Štri'd up the Jacobins. Au had been lost
We triumph'd over these. On the same scaffold The representatives of France had perishd Where the last Louis pour'd his guilty blood, Steedom had sunk beneath the tyrant arm Fell Brissot's head, the womb of darksome treasons, Y this foul parricide, but that her spirit
And Orleans, villain kinsman of the Capet, kapired the men of Paris. Henriot callid
And Hebert's atheist crew, whose maddening hand "To arms" in vain, whilst Bourdon's patriot voice Hurl'd down the altars of the living God, breathed eloquence, and o'er the Jacobins
With all the infidel's intolerance. wendre frown'd dismay. The tyrants fled The last worst traitor triumph'd-triumph'd long, They reach'd the Hotel. We gather'd round-we Secured by matchless villany. By turns call's
Defending and deserting each accomplice, Per vengeance! Long time, obstinate in despair,
As interest prompted. In the goodly soil With knives they hack'd around them. Till foreboding Of Freedom, the foul tree of treason struck The sentence of the law, the clamorous cry Its deep-fix'd roots, and dropt the dews of death I joyful thousands hailing their destruction, On all who slumber'd in its specious shade. fact sought by suicide to escape the dread He wove the web of treachery. He caught Y death. Lebas succeeded. From the window
The listening crowd by his wild eloquence, Leape the younger Robespierre, but his fractured limb His cool ferocity, that persuaded murder, Portade i escape. The self-willid dictator
Even whilst it spake of mercy !-Never, never Plonged often the keen knife in his dark breast, Shall this regenerated country wear Ya impotent to die. He lives all mangled
The despot yoke. Though myriads round assail, By his own tremulous hand! All gash'd and gored, And with worse fury urge this new crusade He Hren to taste the bitterness of Death.
Than savages have known; though the leagued Even now they meet their doom. The bloody Couthon, despots The fierce St-Just, even now attend their tyrant Depopulate all Europe, so to pour To all beneath the ax. I saw the torches
The accumulated mass upon our coasts, Tah on their visages a dreadful light
Sublime amid the storm shall France arise, l mw them whilst the black blood roll'd adown And like the rock amid surrounding waves Lack stem face, even then with dauntless eye
Repel the rushing ocean.She shall wield Sawl round contemptuous, dying as they lived, The thunderbolt of vengeance-she shall blast
The despot's pride, and liberate the world! (Loud and repeated applauses.
Fearless of fate!
PROSE IN RHYME: OR EPIGRAMS, MORALITIES, AND THINGS WITHOUT A NAME
"Έρως αει λάληδρος έταιρος.
In many ways does the full heart reveal
ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights,
And feed his sacred flame.
She listen'd with a flitting blush,
Too fondly on her face.
Oft in my waking dreams do I
Beside the ruin'd tower.
The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,
My own dear Genevieve!
She leant against the arined man,
Amid the lingering light.
But when I told the cruel scorn
Nor rested day nor night;
In green and sunny glade,
This miserable Knight!
The Lady of the Land!
The scorn that crazed his brain.
Few sorrows hath she of her own,
The songs that make her grieve.
I play'd a soft and doleful air,
That ruin wild and hoary.
She listen'd with a flitting blush,
But gaze upon her face.
And that she nursed him in a cave;
A dying man he lay.
I told her of the Knight that wore
The Lady of the Land.
His dying words—but when I reach'd
Disturbed her soul with pity!
I told her how he pined : and ah!
Interpreted my own.
All impulses of soul and sense
The rich and balmy eve;
Subdued and cherish'd long!
• This piece may be found, as originally published, under another title, at page 28.