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BiLLAUD WArennes. Shudder, ye representatives of France, Shudder with horror. Henriot commands The marshall'd force of Paris—Henriot, Foul parricide—the sworn ally of Hebert, Denounced by all—upheld by Robespierre. Who spared La Vallette? who promoted him, Stain'd with the deep dye of nobility? Who to an ex-peer gave the high command? Who screen'd from justice the rapacious thief? Who cast in chains the friends of Liberty? Robespierre, the self-styled patriot Robespierre— Robespierre, allied with villain Daubigné– Robespierre, the foul arch-tyrant Robespierre.

Bourdon L'oise.
He talks of virtue—of morality—
Consistent patriot! he, Daubigné's friend!
Henriot's supporter virtuous! Preach of virtue,
Yet league with villains, for with Robespierre
Villains alone ally. Thou art a tyrant!
I style thee tyrant, Robespierre :

[Loud applauses.

Robespierre. Take back the name, ye citizens of France— [Violent clamor. Cries of Down with the Tyrant!


Oppression falls. The traitor stands appall’d—
Guilt's iron fangs engrasp his shrinking soul—
He hears assembled France denounce his crimes:
He sees the mask torn from his secret sins—
He trembles on the precipice of fate.
Fall'n guilty tyrant' murder'd by thy rage,
How many an innocent victim's blood has stain'd
Fair Freedom's altar! Sylla-like, thy hand
Mark'd down the virtues, that, thy foes removed,
Perpetual Dictator thou mightst reign,
And tyrannize o'er France, and call it freedom!
Long time in timid guilt the traitor plann'd
His fearful wiles—success embolden'd sin–
And his stretch'd arm had grasp'd the diadem
Fre now, but that the coward's heart recoil'd,
Lest France awaked, should rouse her from her dream,
And call aloud for vengeance. He, like Caesar,
With rapid step urged on his bold career,
Even to the summit of ambitious power,
And deem'd the name of King alone was wanting.
Was it for this we hurl’d proud Capet down?
Is it for this we wage eternal war
Against the tyrant horde of murderers,
The crown'd cockatrices whose soul venom
Infects all Europe? was it then for this
We swore to guard our liberty with life,
That Robespierre should reign the spirit of freedom
Is not yet sunk so low. The glowing flame
That animates ench honest Frenchman's heart
Not yet extinguish'd. I invoke thy shade,
Immortal Brutus ! I too wear a dagger;
And if the representatives of France,
Through fear or favor, should delay the sword
9 justice, Tallien emulates thy virtues;
Tallien, like Brutus, lists the avenging arm;
Talien shall save his country.

[Violent applauses.

I demand

The arrest of the traitors. Memorable Will be this day for France.

Robespier R.E.
Yes! memorable
This day will be for France—for villains triumph.

I will not share in this day's damning guilt.
Condemn me too.

[Great cry—Down with the Tyrants? (The two RobespierREs, Couthon, St-Just and LEBAs

are led off).


Scene continues.

collot D'HERbois. Caesar is fallen! The baneful tree of Java, Whose death-distilling boughs dropt poisonous dew, Is rooted from its base. This worse than Cromwell, The austere, the self-denying Robespierre, Even in this hall, where once with terror mute We listen'd to the hypocrite's harangues, Has heard his doom.


Yet must we not suppose

The tyrant will fall tamely. His sworn hireling
Henriot, the daring desperate Henriot
Commands the force of Paris. I denounce him.

Frteron. I denounce Fleuriot too, the mayor of Paris.

Enter DuBois CRANcé.

Dubois CRANc6.

Robespierre is rescued. Henriot at the head
Of the arm'd force has rescued the fierce tyrant.

collot D'HERBois.
Ring the tocsin—call all the citizens
To save their country—never yet has Paris
Forsook the representatives of France.

It is the hour of danger. I propose
This sitting be made permanent.
- [Loud applauses.
COLLOT d'herbois.

The National Convention shall remain Firm at its post.

Enter a MEssex GER.

Mrssenger. Robespierre has reach'd the Commune. They espouse The tyrant's cause. St-Just is up in arms! St-Just—the young ambitious bold St-Just Harangues the mob. The sanguinary Couthon Thirsts for your blood.

[Tocsin rings.


These tyrants are in arms against the law:
Outlaw the rebels.

Enter MERLIN of Douay.

Merlin. Health to the representatives of France! I past this moment through the armed force— They ask'd my name—and when they heardadelegate, Swore I was not the friend of France.

collot D'HERBois. The tyrants threaten us, as when they turn'd The cannon's mouth on Brissot.

Enter another MEssenger.

SECOND MESSENGER. Vivier harangues the Jacobins—the club Espouse the cause of Robespierre.

Enter another MEssex GER.

THIRD MESSENGER. All's lost—the tyrant triumphs. Henriot leads The soldiers to his aid. Already I hear The rattling cannon destined to surround This sacred hall.

TALLIEN. Why, we will die like men then; The representatives of France dare death,

When duty steels their bosoms.
[Loud applauses.

TALLIEN (addressing the galleries). Citizens! France is insulted in her delegates— The majesty of the republic is insulted— Tyrants are up in arms. An armed force Threats the Convention. The Convention swears To die, or save the country! [Violent applauses from the galleries.

citizeN (from above). We too swear To die, or save the country. Follow me. [All the men quit the galleries.

Enter another MEssenger.

Fourth MESSENGER. Henriot is taken!— [Loud applauses. Henriot is taken. Three of your brave soldiers 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,

They seized him. [Applauses. BiLLAud WARENNEs.

Let the names of these brave men Live to the future day.

Enter BourdoN L'Oise, sword in hand.

BourdoN L'oise. I have clear'd the Commune. [Applauses. Through the throng I rush'd, Brandishing my good sword to drench its blade Deep in the tyrant's heart. The timid rebels Gave way. I met the soldiery—I spake Of the dictator's crimes—of patriots chain'd In dark deep dungeons by his lawless rage— Of knaves secure beneath his fostering power. I spake of Liberty. Their honest hearts Caught the warm flame. The general shoutburst forth, “Live the Convention—Down with Robespierrel" [Applauses. [Shouts from without—Down with the Tyrant!

TALLIEN. I hear, I hear the soul-inspiring sounds, France shall be saved' her generous sons, attached

To principles, not persons, spurn the idol
They worshipp'd once. Yes, Robespierre shall fall
As Capet 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.
Will court again their fetters! easier were it
To hurl the cloud-capt mountain from its base,
Than force the bonds of slavery upon men
Determined to be free!


Enter LEGENDRE, a pistol in one hand, keys in the other.

LEGENDRE (flinging down the keys). So—let the mutinous Jacobins meet now

In the open air.
[Loud applauses
A factious turbulent party
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.
Vivier has 'scaped me. Curse his coward heart—
This fate-fraught tube of Justice in my hand, |
I rush'd into the hall. He mark'd mine eye |
That beam'd its patriot anger, and flash'd full
With death-denouncing meaning. "Mid the throng
He mingled. I pursued—but staid my hand,
Lest haply I might shed the innocent blood.
They took from me my ticket of admission—
Expell'd me from their sittings.-Now, forsooth,
Humbled and trembling re-insert my name;
But Fréron enters not the club again
Till it be purged of guilt—till, purified .
Of tyrants and of traitors, honest men
May breathe the air in safety. ,
[Shouts from without

BARRERE. What means this uproar! if the tyrant band Should gain the people once again to rise— We are as dead

TAL Lien.

And wherefore fear we death! Did Brutus fear it ! or the Grecian friends Who buried in Hipparchus' breast the sword, And died triumphant? Caesar should fear death: Brutus must scorn the bugbear.

Shouts from without. Live the Convention—Dorn with the Tyrants!


Hark! again The sounds of honest Freedom!

Enter DEPUTIEs from the SECTIONs.

Citizen. Citizens! representatives of France! Hold on your steady course. The men of Paris Espouse your cause. The men of Paris swear They will defend the delegates of Freedom.

TAL Lien. Hear ye this, Colleagues? hear ye this, my brethren! And does no thrill of joy pervade your breasts? My bosom bounds to rapture. I have seen

The sons of France shake off the tyrant yoke;
I have, as much as lies in mine own arm,
Hurl’d down the usurper.—Come death when it will,
I have lived long enough.

[Shouts without.

BARRERE. lsark! how the noise increases! through the gloom Of the still evening—harbinger of death, Rings the tocsin the dreadful generale Thunders through Paris— [Cry without—Down with the Tyrant! Enter LEcolNTRE.

LEco intre. So may eternal Justice blast the foes Of France! so perish all the tyrant brood, As Robespierre has perish'd : Citizens,

Caesar is taken.

[Loud and repeated applauses. I marvel not, that with such fearless front, He braved our vengeance, and with angry eye Scowl'd round the hall defiance. He relied On Henriot's aid—the Commune's villain friendship, And Henriot's boughten succors. Ye have heard Ilow Henriot rescued him—how with open arms The Commune welcomed in the rebel tyrant— How Fleuriot aided, and seditious Vivier Stirr'd up the Jacobins. All had been lost— The representatives of France had perish’d— Freedom had sunk beneath the tyrant arm Of this foul parricide, but that her spirit Inspired the men of Paris. Henriot call’d “To arms" in vain, whilst Bourdon's patriot voice Breathed eloquence, and o'er the Jacobins Legendre frown'd dismay. The tyrants fled— They reach'd the Hotel. We gather'd round—we


For vengeance' Long time, obstinate in despair,
With knives they hack'd around them. Till foreboding
The sentence of the law, the clamorous cry
Of joyful thousands hailing their destruction,
Each sought by suicide to escape the dread
Of death. Lebas succeeded. From the window
Leapt the younger Robespierre, but his fractured limb
Forbade to escape. The self-will'd dictator
Plunged often the keen knife in his dark breast,
Yet impotent to die. He lives all mangled
By his own tremulous hand ' All gash'd and gored,
He lives to taste the bitterness of Death.
Even now they meet their doom. The bloody Couthon,
The fierce St-Just, even now attend their tyrant
To fall beneath the ax. I saw the torches
Flash on their visages a dreadful light—
I saw them whilst the black blood roll'd adown
Each stern face, even then with dauntless eye
Scowl round contemptuous, dying as they lived,
Fearless of sate!

[Loud and repeated applauses.

BARRERE (mounts the Tribune). For ever hallow'd be this glorious day, When Freedom, bursting her oppressive chain, Tramples on the oppressor. When the tyrant, Hurl’d from his blood-cemented throne by the arm Of the almighty people, meets the death He plann'd for thousands. Oh! my sickening heart Has sunk within me, when the various woes Of my brave country crowded o'er my brain In ghastly numbers—when assembled hordes, Dragg'd from their hovels by despotic power, Rush'd o'er her frontiers, plunder'd her fair hamlets, And sack'd her populous towns, and drench'd with

blood The reeking fields of Flanders.--When within, Upon her vitals prey'd the rankling tooth Of treason; and oppression, giant form, Trampling on freedom, left the alternative Of slavery, or of death. Even from that day, When, on the guilty Capet, I pronounced The doom of injured France, has Faction rear'd Her hated head amongst us. Roland preach'd Of mercy—the uxorious dotard Roland, The woman-govern'd Roland durst aspire To govern France ; and Petion talk'd of virtue, And Vergniaud's eloquence, like the honey'd tongue Of some soft Syren, wooed us to destruction. We triumph'd over these. On the same scaffold Where the last Louis pour'd his guilty blood, Fell Brissot's head, the womb of darksome treasons, And Orleans, villain kinsman of the Capet, And Hebert's atheist crew, whose maddening hand Hurl’d down the altars of the living God, With all the infidel's intolerance. The last worst traitor triumph’d—triumph'd long, Secured by matchless villany. By turns Defending and deserting each accomplice, As interest prompted. In the goodly soil Of Freedom, the foul tree of treason struck Its deep-six’d roots, and dropt the dews of death On all who slumber'd in its specious shade. He wove the web of treachery. He caught The listening crowd by his wild eloquence, His cool ferocity, that persuaded murder, Even whilst it spake of mercy!—Never, never Shall this regenerated country wear The despot yoke. Though myriads round assail, And with worse fury urge this new crusade Than savages have known; though the leagued despots Depopulate all Europe, so to pour The accumulated mass upon our coasts, Sublime amid the storm shall France arise, And like the rock amid surrounding waves Repel the rushing ocean.—She shall wield The thunderbolt of vengeance—she shall blast The despot's pride, and liberate the world! 221

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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.

But when I told the cruel scorn

That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,

And that he cross'd 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.

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

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 !

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