Part 23 (2/2)

A workman added a fact. He had happened in the morning to be in the Rue de Grenelle during the pa.s.sage of the arrested members of the a.s.sembly; he was there at the moment when one of the commanders of the Cha.s.seurs de Vincennes had uttered these words, ”Now it is the turn of those gentlemen--the Red Representatives. Let them look out for themselves!”

One of the editors of the _Revolution_, Hennett de Kesler, who afterwards became an intrepid exile, completed the information of Mathieu (de la Drome). He recounted the action taken by two members of the a.s.sembly with regard to the so-called Minister of the Interior, Morny, and the answer of the said Morny: ”If I find any of the Representatives behind the barricades, I will have them shot to the last man,” and that other saying of the same witty vagabond respecting the members taken to the Quai d'Orsay, ”These are the last Representatives who will be made prisoners.” He told us that a placard was at that very moment being printed which declared that ”Any one who should be found at a secret meeting would be immediately shot.” The placard, in truth, appeared the next morning.

Baudin rose up. ”The _coup d'etat_ redoubles its rage,” exclaimed he.

”Citizens, let us redouble our energy!”

Suddenly a man in a blouse entered. He was out of breath. He had run hard. He told us that he had just seen, and he repeated, had seen with ”his own eyes,” in the Rue Popincourt, a regiment marching in silence, and wending its way towards the blind alley of No. 82, that we were surrounded, and that we were about to be attacked. He begged us to disperse immediately.

”Citizen Representatives,” called out Cournet, ”I have placed scouts in the blind alley who will fall back and warn us if the regiment penetrates thither. The door is narrow and will be barricaded in the twinkling of an eye. We are here, with you, fifty armed and resolute men, and at the first shot we shall be two hundred. We are provided with ammunition. You can deliberate calmly.”

And as he concluded he raised his right arm, and from his sleeve fell a large poniard, which he had concealed, and with the other hand he rattled in his pocket the b.u.t.ts of a pair of pistols.

”Very well,” said I, ”let us continue.”

Three of the youngest and most eloquent orators of the Left, Bancel, Arnauld (de l'Ariege) and Victor Chauffour delivered their opinions in succession. All three were imbued with this notion, that our appeal to arms not having yet been placarded, the different incidents of the Boulevarde du Temple and of the Cafe Bonvalet having brought about no results, none of our decrees, owing to the repressive measures of Bonaparte, having yet succeeded in appearing, while the events at the Mairie of the Tenth Arrondiss.e.m.e.nt began to be spread abroad through Paris, it seemed as though the Right had commenced active resistance before the Left. A generous rivalry for the public safety spurred them on. It was delightful to them to know that a regiment ready to attack was close by, within a few steps, and that perhaps in a few moments their blood would flow.

Moreover, advice abounded, and with advice, uncertainty. Some illusions were still entertained. A workman, leaning close to me against the fireplace, said in a low voice to one of his comrades that the People must not be reckoned upon, and that if we fought ”We should perpetrate a madness.”

The incidents and events of the day had in some degree modified my opinion as to the course to be followed in this grave crisis. The silence of the crowd at the moment when Arnauld (de l'Ariege) and I had apostrophized the troops, had destroyed the impression which a few hours before the enthusiasm of the people on the Boulevard du Temple had left with me. The hesitation of Auguste had impressed me, the Society of Cabinet Makers appeared to shun us, the torpor of the Faubourg St.

Antoine was manifest, the inertness of the Faubourg St. Marceau was not less so. I ought to have received notice from the engineer before eleven o'clock, and eleven o'clock was past. Our hopes died away one after another. Nevertheless, all the more reason, in my opinion, to astonish and awaken Paris by an extraordinary spectacle, by a daring act of life and collective power on the part of the Representatives of the Left, by the daring of an immense devotion.

It will be seen later on what a combination of accidental circ.u.mstances prevented this idea from being realized as I then purposed. The Representatives have done their whole duty. Providence perhaps has not done all on its side. Be it as it may, supposing that we were not at once carried off by some nocturnal and immediate combat, and that at the hour at which I was speaking we had still a ”to-morrow,” I felt the necessity of fixing every eye upon the course which should be adopted on the day which was about to follow.--I spoke.

I began by completely unveiling the situation. I painted the picture in four words: the Const.i.tution thrown into the gutter; the a.s.sembly driven to prison with the b.u.t.t-end of a musket, the Council of State dispersed; the High Court expelled by a galley-sergeant, a manifest beginning of victory for Louis Bonaparte, Paris ensnared in the army as though in a net; bewilderment everywhere, all authority overthrown; all compacts annulled; two things only remained standing, the _coup d'etat_ and ourselves.

”Ourselves! and who are we?”

”We are,” said I, ”we are Truth and Justice! We are the supreme and sovereign power, the People incarnate--Right!”

I continued,--

”Louis Bonaparte at every minute which elapses advances a step further in his crime. For him nothing is inviolable, nothing is sacred; this morning he violated the Palace of the Representatives of the Nation, a few hours later he laid violent hands on their persons; to-morrow, perhaps in a few moments, he will shed their blood. Well then! he marches upon us, let us march upon him. The danger grows greater, let us grow greater with the danger.”

A movement of a.s.sent pa.s.sed through the a.s.sembly. I continued,--

”I repeat and insist. Let us show no mercy to this wretched Bonaparte for any of the enormities which his outrage contains. As he has drawn the wine--I should say the blood--he must drink it up. We are not individuals, we are the Nation. Each of us walks forth clothed with the Sovereignty of the people. He cannot strike our persons without rending that. Let us compel his volleys to pierce our sashes as well as our b.r.e.a.s.t.s. This man is on a road where logic grasps him and leads him to parricide. What he is killing in this moment is the country! Well, then!

when the ball of Executive Power pierces the sash of Legislative Power, it is visible parricide! It is this that must be understood!”

”We are quite ready!” they cried out. ”What measures would you advise us to adopt?”

”No half measures,” answered I; ”a deed of grandeur! To-morrow--if we leave here this night--let us all meet in the Faubourg St. Antoine.”

They interposed, ”Why the Faubourg St. Antoine?”

”Yes,” resumed I, ”the Faubourg St. Antoine! I cannot believe that the heart of the People has ceased to beat there. Let us all meet to-morrow in the Faubourg St. Antoine. Opposite the Lenoir Market there is a hall which was used by a club in 1848.”

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