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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
How this younger tyrant

Their orders! Representatives of France,
Mouths out defiance to us! even so

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.

Hear me!

(Violent murnars COLLOT D'HERBOIS.

Till, once again display'd,

He shall be heard !
Lyons' sad tragedy had call’d me forth
The minister of wrath, whilst slaughter by

Had bathed in human blood.

Must we contaminate this sacred hall

With the foul breath of treason ?
No wonder, friend,

That we are traitors—that our heads must fall

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-
Go with my brother to the southern plains;

And St-Just must be silent!
St-Just, be yours the army of the north ;
Meantime I rule at Paris.

Heed we well

That justice guide our actions. No light import
Matchless knave!

Attends this day. I move St-Just be heard.
What-not one blush of conscience on thy cheek-
Not one poor blush of truth! Most likely tale!
That I who ruin'd Brissot's towering hopes,

Inviolate be the sacred right of man,
I who discover'd Hebert's impious wiles,

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
Who forged the shameless falsehood ?

Was Aristides driven into exile,

Was Phocion murder'd? Ere ye dare pronounce

Ask you proofs ? Robespierre is guilty, it befits ye well,
Robespierre, what proofs were ask'd when Brissol died? Consider who accuse him. Tallien,

Bourdon of Oise—the very men denounced,
What proofs adduced you when the Danton died ?

For their dark intrigues disturb'd the plan
When at the immineni peril of my life

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

Collot d'Ilerbois
I remember well


What-shall the traitor rear
The fatal day. I do repent me much
That I kill'd Crsar and spared Antony.

His head amid our tribune-and blaspheme
But I have been too lenient. I have spared

Each patriot? shall the hireling slave of faction
The stream of blood, and now my own must flow
To fill the current.

I am of no faction. I contend
[Loud applauses. Against all factions.

Triumph not too soon,
Justice may yet be victor.

I espouse the cause
Enter St-Just, and mounts the Tribune. Of truth. Robespierre on yester-morn pronounced

Upon his own authority a report.
I come from the committee-charged to speak

To-day St-Just comes down. Sl-Just neglects

What the committee orders, and harangues
Of matters of high import. I omit
Their orders. Representatives of France,

From his own will. O citizens of France,
Boldly in his own person speaks St-Just

I weep for you—I weep for my poor country-
What his own heart shall dictate.

I tremble for the cause of Liberty,
When individuals shall assume the sway,

And with more insolence than kingly pride
Hear ye this, Rule the republic.









The arrest of the traitors. Memorable
Shudder, ye representatives of France,

Will be this day for France.
Shudder with horror. Henriot commands
The marshalld force of Paris-Henriot,

Yes! memorable
Poul parricide-the swom ally of Hebert,

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).
Robespierre, the self-styled patriot Robespierre-
Robespierre, allied with villain Daubigné-
Robespierre, the foul arch-tyrant Robespierre.

He talks of virtue of morality-

SCENE continues.
Corsatent patriot! he, Daubigné's friend!

Henriot's supporter virtuous! Preach of virtue,

Cæsar is fallen! The baneful tree of Java,
Per league with villains, for with Robespierre
Tillains alone ally. Thou art a tyrant!

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 ofDown 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,
e France awaked, should rouse her from her dream, It is the hour of danger. I propose
call aloud for vengeance. He, like Cæsar,

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,
I demand
Swore I was not the friend of France.




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 another MESSENGER.
Determined to be free!

All's lost-the tyrant triumphs. Henriot leads
The soldiers to his aid. Already I hear

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
Why, we will die like men then;

In the open air.
The representatives of France dare death,

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!
TALLIEN (addressing the galleries).

Of loud-tongued orators controll'd the club,
Citizens !

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
Henriot is taken. Three of your brave soldiers May breathe the air in safety.
Swore they would seize the rebel slave of tyrants,
Or perish in the attempt. As he patroll’d
The streets of Paris, stirring up the mob,

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!
Through the throng I rush'd,
Brandishing my good sword to drench its blade
Deep in the tyrant's heart. The timid rebels

Hark! again Gave way. I met the soldiery-I spake

The sounds of honest Freedom!
Of the dictator's crimes of patriots chain'd
In dark deep dungeons by his lawless rage-

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 withoutDown 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!

Miscellaneous Poems.


"Έρως αει λάληδρος έταιρος.

In many ways does the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal;
But in far more th' estranged beart lets know
The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show.


ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.

She listen'd with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes, and modest grace ;
And she forgave me, that I gazed

Too fondly on her face.

Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay

Beside the ruin'd tower.

The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,

My own dear Genevieve!

She leant against the arined man,
The statue of the armed knight;
She stood and listen'd to my lay,

Amid the lingering light.

But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossid the mountain-woods,

Nor rested day nor night;
That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes starting up at once

In green and sunny glade,
There came and look'd him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,

This miserable Knight!
And that, unknowing what he did,
He leap'd amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death

The Lady of the Land!
And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees;
And how she tended him in vain-
And ever strove to expiate

The scorn that crazed his brain.

Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best, whene'er I sing

The songs that make her grieve.

I play'd a soft and doleful air,
I sang an old and moving story-
An old rude song, that suited well

That ruin wild and hoary.

She listen'd with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace ;
For well she knew, I could not choose

But gaze upon her face.

And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves

A dying man he lay.

I told her of the Knight that wore
Upon his shield a burning brand ;
And that for ten long years he wooed

The Lady of the Land.

His dying words—but when I reach'd
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faltering voice and pausing harp

Disturbed her soul with pity!

I told her how he pined : and ah!
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love,

Interpreted my own.

All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrill'd my guiltless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,

The rich and balmy eve;
And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,
And gentle wishes long subdued,

Subdued and cherish'd long!

• This piece may be found, as originally published, under another title, at page 28.

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