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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 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. 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).
Somlet the mutinous Jacobins meet now
In the open air.
(Loud applauks When duty steels their bosoms.
A factious turbulent party [Loud applauses. 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. France is insulted in her delegates
Vivier has 'scaped me. Curse his coward heartThe 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. Ile mingled. I pursued--but staid my hand, CITIZEN (from above).
Lest haply I might shed the innocent blood.
[Applauses. To die, or save the country. Follow me.
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
(Loud applauses. Of tyrants and of traitors, honest men 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
[Applauses. We are as dead ! BILLAUD VARENNES.
Let the names of these brave men Live to the future day,
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 : BOURDON L'OISE.
Brutus must scorn the bugbear. I have clear'd the Commune.
Shouts from without. Live the Convention-Down [Applauses.
with the Tyrants! Through the throng I rush'd, 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 flame. The general shoutburst 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. [Shouts 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. Hurlid from his blood-cemented throne by the arm
Of the almighty people, meets the death Hark! 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 wilh the Tyrant! Dragg'd from their hovels 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 perish'd! Citizens,
Of treason; and oppression, giant form, Cesar is taken.
Trampling on freedom, left 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
Her hated head amongst us. Roland preach'd
The woman-govern'd Roland durst aspire
Of some soti Syren, wooed us to destruction. Sturr'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 pour'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 Hebert's atheist crew, whose maddening hand " To arms” in vain, whilst Bourdon's patriot voice Hurlid 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
He wove the web of treachery. He caught 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 impolent 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 roll'd 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.
PROSE IN RHYME: OR EPIGRAMS, MORALITIES, AND THINGS WITHOUT A NAME.
• Thig piece may be found, as originally published, under another title, at page 28.
And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
YOUTH AND AGE.
USCHANGED within to see all changed without,
VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
When I was young!
PHANTOM OR FACT?
A DIALOGUE IN VERSE.
A LOVELY form there sate beside my bed,
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Ere I was old!
This riddling tale, to what does it belong? L't history ? vision? or an idle song ?
But springtide blossoms on thy lips,
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
He seeth with the heart.
A DAY DREAM.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS
OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope, And thee, and me, and Mary there. Soon shall I now before my God appear, O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
By him to be acquitted, as I hope ;
REFLECTIONS ON THE ABOVE
Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed,
Be of good cheer, meek soul! I would have said. Two dear names carved upon the tree! I see a hope spring from that humble fear, And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow : All are not strong alike through storms to steer Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow. Right onward. What though dread of threaten'd
death 'T was day! But now few, large, and bright, And dungeon torture made thy hand and breath
The stars are round the crescent moon! Inconstant to the truth within thy heart ? And now it is a dark warm night,
That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice The balmiest of the month of June !
didst start, A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife, Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet Or not so vital as to claim thy life: fountain.
And myriads had reach'd Heaven, who never knew
Where lay the difference 'twixt the false and true! O ever-ever be thou blest! For dearly, Asra! love I thee!
Ye who, secure 'mid trophies not your own, This brooding warmth across my breast, Judge him who won them when he stood alone,
This depth of tranquil bliss—ah me! And proudly talk of recreant BERENGARE, Fount, tree and shed are gone, I know not whither, O first the age, and then the man compare! But in one quiet room we three are still together. That age how dark! congenial minds how rare!
No host of friends with kindred zeal did burn! The shadows dance upon the wall,
No throbbing hearts awaited his return! By the still dancing fire-flames made; Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell, And now they slumber, moveless all!
He only disenchanted from the spell, And now they melt to one deep shade! Like the weak worm that gems the starless night, But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee: Moved in the scanty circlet of his light: I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel And was it strange if he withdrew the ray thee!
That did but guide the night-birds to their prey? Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play The ascending Day-star with a bolder eye "Tis Mary's hand upon my brow!
Hath lit each dew-drop on our trimmer lawn! But let me check this tender lay,
Yet not for this, if wise, will we decry Which none may hear but she and thou! The spots and struggles of the timid Daws! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Lest so we tempt th' approaching Noon to scom Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women! The mists and painted vapors of our Morn.
TO A LADY,
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS. OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT WOMEN From his brimstone bed at break of day HAVE NO SOULS.
A-walking the DEVIL is gone,
To visit his little snug farm of the earth,
And see how his stock went on.
Over the hill and over the dale,
And backwards and forwards he swish'd his long tail
As a gentleman swishes his cane.
And how then was the Devil drest?
Oh! he was in his Sunday's best :
His jacket was red and his breeches were blue. His eyes are in his mind.
And there was a hole where the tail came through.