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The arrest of 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 Hebert, This day will be for France-for villains triumph. Denounced by all-upheld by Robespierre. Who spared La Vallette? who promoted him, I will not share in this day's damning guilt. Stain'd with the deep dye of nobility ?
Condemn me 100. 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 Robespierre, the self-styled patriot Robespierre
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, I style thee tyrant, Robespierre !
The austere, the self-denying Robespierre, (Loud applauses.
Even in this hall, where once with terror mute
We listen’d to the hypocrite's harangues, Take back the name, ye citizens of France
Has heard his doom. [Violent clamor. Cries of — Down wilh the Tyrant!
Yet must we not suppose
The tyrant will fall tamely. His sworn hireling
I denounce Fleuriot too, the
mayor of Paris. He trembles on the precipice of fate. Fall'n guilty tyrant! murder'd by thy rage,
Enter DUBOIS CRANCÉ. How many an innocent victim's blood has stain'd
DUBOIS CRANCÉ. Fair Freedom's altar! Sylla-like, thy hand
Robespierre is rescued. Henriot at the head Mark'd down the virtues, that, thy foes removed, Of the arm'd force has rescued the fierce tyrant. Perpetual Dictator thou mightst reign, 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 And his stretch'd arm had grasp'd the diadem
Forsook the representatives of France.
This sitting be made permanent.
[Loud applauses. Even to the summit of ambitious power,
COLLOT D'HERBOIS. And deem'd the name of King alone was wanting. The National Convention shall remain Was it for this we hurl'd proud Capet down?
Firm at its post.
Enter a MESSENGER.
Robespierre has reach'd the Commune. They espouse We swore to guard our liberty with life,
The tyrant's cause. St-Just is up in arms !
Harangues the mob. The sanguinary Couthon That animates each honest Frenchman's heart
Thirsts for your blood. Not yet extinguish'd. I invoke thy shade,
[Tocsin mings. Immortal Brutus! I too wear a dagger; And if the representatives of France,
These tyrants are in arms against the law: Through fear or favor, should delay the sword
Outlaw the rebels.
Enter MERLIN OF DOUAY.
[Violent applanser. Health to the representatives of France !
I past this moment through the armed force-
They ask'd my name—and when they heard a delegate,
To principles, not persons, spurti 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 Capel fell! Oh! never let us deem
That France shall crouch beneath a tyrant's throne.
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
[Applauses THIRD MESSENGER. All's lost—the tyrant triumphs. Henriot leads
Enter LEGENDRE, a pistol in one hand, keys in the The soldiers to his aid. Already I hear
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.
A factious turbulent party When duty steels their bosoms.
[Loud applauses. Lording it o'er the state since Danton died,
And with him ihe Cordeliers.-A hireling band
Of loud-tongued orators controllid the club,
And bade them bow the knee to Robespierre. France is insulted in her delegates
Vivier has 'scaped me. Curse his coward heart The 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 flash'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 slaid my hand, CITIZEN (from above).
Lest haply I might shed the innocent blood.
[Applauses To die, or save the country. Follow me.
Expelld me from their sittings.—Now, forsooth,
Humbled and trembling re-insert my name ;
But Freron enters not the club again Henriot is taken
Till it be purged of guilt-till, purified
[Loud applauses. Of tyrants and of traitors, honest nien Henriot is taken. Three of your brave soldiers May breathe the air in safety. Swore they would seize the rebel slave of tyrants,
[Shouts from without Or perish in the attempt. As he patrollid
BARRERE. The streets of Paris, stirring up the mob,
What means this uproar ? if the tyrant band They seized him.
Should gain the people once again to rise-
And wherefore fear we death? Live to the future day.
Did Brutus fear it? or the Grecian friends
Who buried in Hipparchus' breast the sword,
And died triumphant? Casar should fear death BOURDON L'OISE.
Brutus must scorn the bugbear. I have clear'd the Commune.
Shouts from without. Live the Convention-Dora [Applauses.
with the Tyrants! Through the throng I rushid, Brandishing my good sword to drench its blade
TALLIEN Deep in the tyrant's heart. The timid rebels
The sounds of honest Freedom !
Enter DEPUTIES from the SECTIONS.
Citizens! representatives of France ! Caught the warm lame. The general shout burst forth, Hold on your steady course. The men of Paris " Live the Convention-Down with Robespierre !" Espouse your cause. The men of Paris swear
(Applauses. They will defend the delegates of Freedom [Shouls from without—Down with the Tyrant !
Hear ye this, Colleagues ? hear ye this, my brethren. 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
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
Of the almighty people, meets the death Jlark! how 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 hovets 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 perishd! Citizens,
Of treason; and oppression, giant form, Cesar is taken.
Trampling on freedom, lett 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 door of injured France, has Faction rear'd Scould round the hall defiance. He relied
Her haied head amongst us. Roland preach'd On Henriot's aid—the Commune's villain friendship, of mercy—ihe uxorious dotard Roland, And Henriot's boughten succors. Ye have heard
The woman-govern'd Roland dursi aspiro 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 How Fleuriot aided, and seditious Vivier
Of some soft Syren, wooed us to destruction. Stirr'd up the Jacobins. All had been lost
We triumph'd over these. On the same scaffold The representatives of France had perishd Where the last Louis ponr'd his 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 callid
And Heberi'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 triumph'd--triumph'd long, They reach'd the Hotel. We gather'd round-we Secured by matchless villany. By turns callid
Defending and deserting each accomplice, For 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 Of joyful thousands hailing their destruction, On all who slumber'd in its specious shade. Each sought by suicide to escape the dread
lle wove the web of treachery. Ile canght of death. Lebas succeeded. From the window
The listening crowd by his wild eloquence, Leapt the younger Robespierre, but his fractured limb His cool ferocity, that persuaded murder
, Forbade to escape. The self-willid dictator
Even whilst it spake of mercy !-Never, never Plunged often the keen knife in his dark breast, Shall this regenerated country wear Yet 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 lives 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 fall beneath the ax. 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 rollid adown And like the rock amid surrounding waves Each stern face, even then with dauntless eye
Repel the rushing ocean.-She shall wield Scowl round contemptuous, dying as they lived,
The thunderbolt of vengeance—she shall blast Fearless of fate!
The despot's pride, and liberate the world! [Loud and repeated applauses.
She listen'd with a fitting blush,
Too fondly on her face.
But when I told the cruel scorn
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
This miserabie Knight!
And that, unknowing what he did,
The Lady of the Land!
And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees;
The scorn that crazed his brain.
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.
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!
All impulses of soul and sense
The rich and balmy eve;
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.
Oft in my waking drearos do I
Beside the ruin'd tower.
The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,
My own dear Genevieve!
She leant against the armed man,
Amid the lingering light.
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 fitting blush,
But gaze upon her face.
I told her of the Knight that wore
The Lady of the Land.
I told her how he pined : and ah!
Interpreted my own.
alis picce may be found, as originally published, under anothor uitle, at page 23.
Unchanged within to see all changed without,
PHANTOM OR FACT? a dialogue in vense.
A LovEly form there sate beside my bed,
weary, wandering, disavowing Look! Twas all another, feature, look, and frame, And still, methought, I knew it was the same!
Friend. This riddling tale, to what does it belong? ls' history? vision? or an idle song?
VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like, - .
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