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Long deluged France with blood, and durst defy Scowl'd once again defiance! so my soul
Might cope with worthy foes.
People of France, I-at whose name the dastard despot brood
Hear me! Beneath the vengeance of the law,
The hydra-headed faction lifts anew
Cautious from past defects, contrives new wiles
Against the sons of Freedom. That through this hall the buzz of discontent
Oppression falls—for France has felt her chains,
O patriot tongue, Has burst them too. Who traitor-like stept forth Belying the foul heart! Who was it urged,
Amid the hall of Jacobins to save
Camille Desmoulins, and the venal wretch
I did--for I thought them honest. The fatal law, thrat doom'd the delegates,
And Heaven forefend that vengeance ere should strike, Unheard before their equals, to the bar
Ere justice doom'd the blow. Where cruelty sat throned, and murder reign'd
BARRERE. With her Dumas co-equal ? Say—thou man
Traitor, thou didst. Of mighty.eloquence, whose law was that?
Yes, the accomplice of their dark designs,
Awhile didst thou defend them, when the storm That law was mine. I urged i--) proposed
Lower'd at safe distance. When the clouds frown's darker, The voice of France assembled in her sons
Fear'd for yourself and left them to their fate. Assented, though the tame and timid voice
Oh, I have mark'd thee long, and through the veil Of traitors murmur'd, I advised that law
Seen thy foul projects. Yes, ambitious man,
Self-will'd dictator o'er the realm of France,
The vengeance thou hast plann'd for patriots,
Falls on thy head, Look how thy brother's deeds I have long mark'd thee, Robespierre-and now Dishonour thine! He the firm patriot, Proclaim thee traitor- tyrant!
Thou the foul parricide of Liberty!
Barrere-attempt not meanly to divide
my brother. I parlake his guilt, I am a traitor! oli, that I had fallen
For I partake his virtue. When Regnault lifled high the murderous knife;
ROBESPIERRE. Regnault, the instrument belike of those
Brother, by my soul, Who now themselves would fain assassinate,
More dear I hold thee to my beart, that thus And legalize their murders. I stand here
With me thou darest to tread the dangerous path An isolated patriot-hemmed around
Of virtue, than that nature twined her cords
Of kindred round us.
Yes, allied in guilt,
Even as in blood ye are. Oh, thiou worst wretch, (Murmurs, and shouts of — Down with the tyrant! Thou worse than Sylla! hast thou not proscribed,
Yea, in most foul anticipation slaughter'd,
Each patriot representative of France?
Was not the younger Casar too to reign
O'er all our valiant armies in the south,
His merchant wiles! Oh, 'grant me patience, Heaven!
Was it by merchant wiles I gain'd you back
Toulon, when proudly on her captive towers
Waved high the English flag? or fought I then Of Brissot forged her felters, or the crew
With merchant wiles, when sword in hand I led Of Hebert thundered out their blasphemies,
Your troops to conquest ? fought I merchant-like, And Danton talk'd of virtue?
Or barter'd I før victory, when death
Strode o'er the reeking streets with giant stride,
And shook his ebon plumes, and sternly smiled
Amid the bloody banquet? when appall'd That Hebert lived, and Danton's giant form
The hireling sons of England spread the sail
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 BOURDON L'Oise.
Of matters of high import-yet omits llow 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. COLLOT D'HERBOIS.
[Violent murmurs. Till, once again display'd, Lyons' sad trayedy had call'd me forth
He shall be heard ! The minister of wrath, whilst slaughter by
Must we contaminate this sacred hall
With the foul breath of treason?
Drag him away! Beneath the axe of death! When Cæsar-like
Hence with him to the bar.
Oh, just proceedings' Hast thou not parcell'd out deluded France,
Robespierre prevented liberty of speechAs it had beun some province wou in fight,
and Robespierre is a tyrant! Tallien reigns, Between your cursi triunvirate? You, Couthon, He dreads to hear the voice of innocenceGo with my brother to the southern plains ;
And St-Just must be silent!
Heed we well
That justice guide our actions. No light import
Allends this day. I move St-Just be heard.
FRÉRON. Not one poor blush of truth! Most likely tale!
Inviolate be the sacred right of man, That I who ruin'd Brissot's towering hopes,
The freedom of debate. I who discoverd Hebert's impious wiles,
[Violent applauses. And sharp'd for Danton's recreant neck the axe, Should now be traitor! had I been so minded,
may be beard, then! much the times are changed, Think ye I bad destroy'd the very men
When St-Just thanks this hall for hearing him. Whose plots resembled mine? Bring forth your proofs Robespierre is call'd a tyrant. Men of France, Of this deep treason. Tell me in whose breast
Judge not too soon. By popular discontent Found ye the fatal scroll? or tell mc rather
Was Aristides driven into exile, Who forged the shameless falsehood ?
Was Phocion murder'd? Ere
Robespierre is guilty, it befits ye well,
Consider who accuse bim. Tallien,
For their dark intrigues disturb’d the plan What proofs adduced you when the Danton died?
Of government. Legendre, the sworn friend When at the imminent peril of my life
Of Danton, fall'n apostate. Dubois Crancé, I rose, and fearless of thy frowning brow,
He wlio at Lyons spared the royalistsProclaim'd him guiltless ?
• What-shall the traitor rear The fatal day. I do repent me much That I killd Cæsar and spared Antony.
His head amid our tribune-and blaspheme
Each patriot? shall the hireling slave of faction-
I am of no faction. I contend
I espouse the cause
Of truth. Robespierre on yester morn pronounced
Upon his own authority a report.
To-day St-Just comes down. St-Just neglects
From his own will. O citizens of France, Their orders. Representatives of France,
I weep for you-1 weep for my poor countryBoldly in his own person speaks St-Just
I tremble for the cause of Liberty, What his own heart shall dictate.
When individuals shall assume the sway,
And with more insolence than kingly pride
Rule the republic.
mayor of Paris.
The arrest of all the traitors. Memorable Shudder, ye representatives of France,
Will be this day for France. Shudder with horror. Henriot commands
ROBESPIERRE. The marshallid force of Paris-Henriot,
Yes! memorable Foul parricide- the sworn ally of Heberi,
This day will be for France--for villains triumph. Denounced by all- upheld by Robespierre. Who spared La Valette? who promoted him,
I will not share in this day's damning guilt. Stain'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 ? (The two ROBESPIERRES, COUTION, ST-Just and LEBAS Who cast in chains the friends of Liberty?
are led off.)
SCENE continues. Consistent patriot! he, Daubigné's friend!
COLLOT D'HERBOIS. Henriot's supporter virtuous ! Preach of virtue,
Cæsar is fallen! The baneful tree of Java, Yet league with villains, for with Robespierre
Whose death-distilling boughs dropi poisonous dew, Villains alone ally. Thou art a tyrant!
Js rooted from its base. This worse than Cromwell, I style thee tyrant, Robespierre!
The austere, the self-denying Robespierre,
We listend to the hypocrite's harangues,
Has heard his doom. [Violent clamour. Cries of — Down with the Tyrant !
Yet must we not suppose
The tyrant will fall tamely. His sworn bireling
Henriot, the daring desperate Henriot
I denounce Fleuriot the
Enter Dubois CRANCÉ.
Robespierre is rescued. Henriot at the licad Perpetual Dictator thou nightst reign,
Of the armed force has rescued the fierce tyrant. And tyrannize o'er France, and call it freedom!
COLLOT D'HERBOIS. Long time in timid guilt the traitor plann'd
Ring the tocsin-call all the citizens His fearful wiles-success embolden'd sin
To save their country-never yet has Paris
Forsook the representatives of France.
This sitting be made permanent.
(Loud applauses. Even to the summit of ambitious power,
COLLOT D'EER BOIS.
The national Convention shall remain
Firm at its post.
Enter a MESSENGER. Against the tyrant horde of murderers,
MESSENGER. The crown'd cockatrices whose foul venom
Robespierre has reach'd the Commune. They espouse Infects all Europe? was it then for this
The tyrant's cause.
in arms! We swore to guard our liberty with life,
St-Just-the young ambitious bold St-Just That Robespierre should reign ? the spirit of freedom
Harangues the mob. The sanguinary Couthon Is not yet sunk so low. The glowing tlame
Thirsts for your blood. That animales each honest Frenchman's heart
[Tocsin rings. Not yet extinguish'd. invoke thy shade, Immortal Brutus! I too wear a dagger;
These tyrants are in arms against the law:
Outlaw the rebels.
Enter MEÁLIN OF DOUAY.
Health to the representatives of France!
They ask'd my name—and when they heard a delegate,
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 tyrani's throne,
That the almighty people who have broke
On their oppressors' heads the oppressive chain,
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
Determined to be free!
[Applauses. All 's lost — the tyranı triumphs. Henriot leads The soldiers to his aid. --Already I hear
LEGENDRE (Ainging down the keys).
So- let the mutinous Jacobins meel now
air. The representatives of France dare death,
[Loud applauscs. When duty steels their bosoms.
A factious turbulent party
And with him the Cordeliers.—A hircling band
Of loud-tongued orators controll'd the club,
And bade them bow the knee to Robespierre. The majesty of the republic is insulted
Vivier has 'scaped me. Curse his coward heartTyrants are up in arms. An armed force
This fate-fraught tube of Justice in my hanıl, Threats the Convention. The Convention swears Crush'd into the hall. He mark'd mine eye To die, or save the country!
That beam'd its patriot anger, and flash'd full (Violent applauses from the galleries. With death-denouncing meaning. 'Mid the throng CITIZEN (from above).
He mingled. I pursued—but staid
hand, We too swear
Lest haply I might shed the innocent blood. To die, or save the country. Follow me.
( Applauses. (All the men quit the galleries.
They took from me my ticket of admission-
Expelld me from their sittings.- Now, forsooth,
llumbled and trembling re-insert my name ; lenriot is taken !
But Fréron enters not the club again
(Loud applauses. Till it be purged of guilt-uill, purified
(Shouts from without. The streets of Paris, stirring up the mob, They seized him.
What means this uproar! if the tyrant band
[Applauses. Should gain the people once again to rise-
We are as dead!
And wherefore fear we death?
Did Brutus fear it? or the Grecian friends
Who buried in Hipparchus' breast the sword,
And died triumphant? Cæsar should fear death,
Brutus must scorn the bugbear.
[Applauses. [Shouts from without. Live the Convention-Down Through the throng I rush'd,
with the Tyrants! Brandishing my good sword to drench its blade Decp in the tyrant's heart. The timid rebels
The sounds of honest Freedom!
Enter DEPUTIES from the SECTIONS.
CITIZEN. I spake of Liberty. Their honest hearts
Citizens! representatives of France!
[ Applauses. They will defend the delegates of Freedom.
Hear ye this, Colleagues? hear ye this, my breilıren? I licar, I hear the soul-inspiring sounds,
And does no thrill of joy pervade your breasts ? France shall be saved! her generous sons, allached My bosom bounds lo raplure. I have seen
The sons of France shake off the tyrant yoke;
BARRERE (mounts the Tribune).
For ever hallow'd be this glorious day,
Tramples on the oppressor. When the tyrant,
Of the almighty people, meets the death
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
In ghastly numbers—when assembled hordes,
Rush'd o'er her frontiers, plunder'd her fair hamlets,
The recking fields of Flanders.—When within,
Upon her vitals prey'd the rankling tooth
Of ireason; and oppression, giant form,
Trampling on frecdom, left the alternative Czesar is taken. (Loud and repealed applauses.
Of slavery, or of death. Even from that day, I marvel not, that with such fearless front,
When, on the guilty Capel, I pronounced He braved our vengeance, and with angry eye
The doom of injured France, has faction rear'd Scowld round the hall defiance.
Her hated head amongst is.
Of mercy—the uxorious dotard Roland,
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 tyrani
And Vergniaud's eloquence, like the honey'd tongue How Fleuriot aided, and seditious Vivier
Of some soft Syren, wooed us to destruction. Stirr'd up the Jacobins. All had been lost
We triumpli’d over these. On the same scaffold The representatives of France had perish'd
Where the last Louis pour'd liis guilty blood, Freedom had sunk beneath the tyrant arm
Fell Brissot's head, the womb of darksome treasons, Of this foul parricide, but that her spirit
And Orleans, villain kinsman of the Capet, Inspired the men of Paris. Henriot call'd
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. Legendre frown'd dismay. The tyrants fled
The last worst traitor triumphed-triumplid long, They reach'd the Hotel. We gather'd round—wc calla Secured by matchluss villany. By turns For vengeance! Long time, obstinate in despair,
Defending and deserting each accomplice With knives they hack'd around them. Till foreboding
As interest prompted. In the goodly soil The sentence of the law, the clamorous cry
Of Freedom, the foul tree of treason struck Of joyful thousands hailing their destruction,
Its deep-fix'd roots, and dropt the dews of death Each sought by suicide to escape the dread
On all who slumber'd in its specious shade. Of death. Lebas succeeded. From the window
He wove the web of treachery. He caught Leapt the younger Robespierre, but his fractured limb The listening crowd by his wild eloquence, Forbade to escape. The self-will'd dictator
His cool ferocity, that persuaded murder, Plunged often the keen knife in his dark breast, Even whilst it spake of mercy!--Never, never Yet impotent to die. He lives all mangled
Shall this regenerated country wear By his own tremulous hand! All gash'd and gored, The despot yoke. Though myriads round assail, He lives to taste the bitterness of death.
And with worse fury urge this new crusade Even now they meet their doom. The bloody Couthon, Than savages have known; though the leagucd despois The fierce St-Just, even now attend their iyrant
Depopulate all Europe, so to pour To fall beneath the axe. I saw the torches
The accumulated mass upon our coasts, Flash on their visages a dreadful light
Sublime amid the storm shall France arise, I saw them whilst the black blood roll'd adown And like the rock amid surrounding waves Each stern face, even then with dauntless
Repel the rushing ocean.--She shall wield Scowl round contemptuous, dying as they lived,
The thunder-bolt of vengeance-she shall blast Fearless of fate!
The despot's pride, and liberate the world! (Loud and repeated applauses.