The French Revolution: a History, Volume 2Harper, 1867 |
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Pagina 282 - Mentz, declares that she is greater than Brutus; that it were beautiful to die with her: the head of this young man seems turned. At the Place de la Revolution, the countenance of Charlotte wears the same still smile. The executioners proceed to bind her feet; she resists, thinking it meant as an insult; on a word of explanation, she submits with cheerful apology. As the last act, all being now ready, they take the neckerchief from her neck; a blush of maidenly shame overspreads that fair face and...
Pagina 280 - A. moi chere amie (Help, dear)!" no more could the Death-choked say or shriek. The helpful Washer-woman running in — there is no Friend of the People, or Friend of the Washerwoman, left; but his life with a groan gushes out, indignant, to the shades below!
Pagina 113 - Whatsoever is cruel in the panic frenzy of Twenty-five million men, whatsoever is great in the simultaneous death-defiance of Twenty-five million men, stand here in abrupt contrast, near by one another. As indeed is usual when a man, how much more when a Nation of men, is hurled suddenly beyond the limits. For Nature, as green as she looks, rests everywhere on dread foundations, were we further down ; and Pan, to whose music the Nymphs dance, has a cry in him that can drive all men distracted.
Pagina 305 - The young imperial maiden of fifteen has now become a worn discrowned widow of thirty-eight ; gray before her time ; this is the last procession: — "Few minutes after the trial ended, the drums were beating to arms in all sections ; at sunrise the armed force was on foot, cannons getting placed at the extremities of the bridges, in the squares, cross-ways, all along from the Palais de Justice to the Place de la Revolution.
Pagina 392 - Cant, of probities, benevolences, pleasuresof-virtue, and such like, lived not in that age. A man fitted, in some luckier settled age, to have become one of those incorruptible barren Pattern-Figures, and have had marble-tablets and funeral-sermons. His poor landlord, the Cabinet-maker in the Rue Saint- Honore, loved him; his Brother died for him. May God be merciful to him, and to us!
Pagina 219 - Executioners, do your duty !' The Executioners, desperate lest themselves be murdered (for Santerre and his Armed Ranks will strike, if they do not), seize the hapless Louis: six of them desperate, him singly desperate, struggling there; and bind him to their plank. Abb6 Edgeworth, stooping, bespeaks him: 'Son of Saint Louis, ascend to Heaven'.
Pagina 278 - Friday; — yet says nothing of returning. She has seen and silently investigated several things. The Convention, in bodily reality, she has seen; what the Mountain is like. The living physiognomy of Marat she could not see; he is sick at present, and confined to home. About eight on the Saturday morning, she purchases a large sheath-knife in the Palais Royal; then straightway, in the Place des Victoires, takes a hackney-coach: "To the Rue de 1'Ecole de Medecine, No. 44.
Pagina 210 - Long night wears itself into day, morning's paleness is spread over all faces; and again the wintry shadows sink, and the dim lamps are lit: but through day and night and the vicissitudes of hours, Member after Member is mounting continually those Tribune-steps; pausing aloft there, in the clearer upper light, to speak his Fate-word; then diving down into the dusk and throng again. Like Phantoms in the hour of midnight; most spectral, pandemonial!
Pagina 308 - The chorus is wearing weak ; the chorus is worn out ; — farewell forevermore ye Girondins. Te-Deum Fauchet has become silent ; Valaze's dead head is lopped : the sickle of the Guillotine has reaped the Girondins all away. " The eloquent, the young, the beautiful and brave !
Pagina 279 - Washerwoman, one may call her: that is his civic establishment in Medical-School Street; thither and not elsewhither has his road led him. Not to the reign of Brotherhood and Perfect Felicity; yet surely on the way towards that?