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044 - Book 7 Chapter 5 Usher Maillard · The French Revolution Volume 1 - The Bastille

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  Speaker 1: The French Revolution are history by Thomas Carlyle, Volume one,
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  Speaker 1: Book seven, The Insurrection of Women, Chapter five, Husher Mayard.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by
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  Speaker 1: Peter Dan, Book seven, Chapter five, Usher Mayard in flames. Truly,
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  Speaker 1: were it not that usher Mayar, swift of foot, shifty
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  Speaker 1: of head, has return'd Mayar of his own motion for gouvion,
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  Speaker 1: or the rest would not even sanction him. Snatches a drum,
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  Speaker 1: descends the porch stairs. Randam beating sharp with loud, rolls
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  Speaker 1: his robes march to Versailles, a lance a Versailles. As
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  Speaker 1: men beat on kettle or warming pan when angry she bees,
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  Speaker 1: or say flying desperate wasps are to be hived, and
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  Speaker 1: the desperate insects hear it and cluster around it, simply
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  Speaker 1: as round a guidance where there was none. So now
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  Speaker 1: these menad round shifty my yard, riding usher of the
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  Speaker 1: chatelais the axe pauses uplifted, abbe lefevre is left half
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  Speaker 1: hanged from the belfry downwards, all vomits itself. What rubber
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  Speaker 1: dub is that Stanislad ma yard Bastille hero will lead
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  Speaker 1: us to Versailles. Joy to thee Mayard, blessed art thou
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  Speaker 1: above riding ushes away, then away the seized cannon, a
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  Speaker 1: yoked with seized cart horses, brown locked damoisel Taragna, with
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  Speaker 1: pike and helmet, sits there as gunnarress, with haughty eye
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  Speaker 1: and serene fair countenance. Comparable, some think to the Maid
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  Speaker 1: of Orleans, or even recalling the idea of Pallas Athene.
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  Speaker 1: My Yard, for his drum still rolls on is by heaven,
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  Speaker 1: rending acclamation admitted. General my Yard hastens the languid march.
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  Speaker 1: My Yard, beating rhythmic with sharp ran tan all along
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  Speaker 1: the quays, leads forward with difficulty his menatic host, such
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  Speaker 1: a host marched, not in silence. The barge man pauses
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  Speaker 1: on the river. All wagoners and coach drivers fly men
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  Speaker 1: peer from windows, not women, unless they be pressed sight
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  Speaker 1: of sights Bacanti's. In these ultimate formalized ages, Bronze Ri
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  Speaker 1: looks on from his pont Neuf. Though Monarchi gluver medician
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  Speaker 1: tileries see a day not thereto foreseen. And now Mallard
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  Speaker 1: has his menads in the Champs Elisee fields tartarian rather,
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  Speaker 1: and though Hotel de Villa has suffered comparatively nothing. Broken doors,
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  Speaker 1: and abbe Lefevre, who shall never more distribute powder, three
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  Speaker 1: sacks of money, most part of which for sanscolotism, though
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  Speaker 1: famishing is not without honor, shall be returned. This is
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  Speaker 1: all the damage. Great Mayar. A small nucleus of order
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  Speaker 1: is round his drum, but his outskirts fluctuate, like the
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  Speaker 1: mad for rascality male and female, is flowing in on
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  Speaker 1: him from the four winds. Guidance there is none but
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  Speaker 1: in his single head and two drumsticks O my yard,
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  Speaker 1: when since war first was had general afore such a
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  Speaker 1: task before him as thou this day, or to the penniless,
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  Speaker 1: still touches the feeling heart. But then Walter had sanction,
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  Speaker 1: had space to turn in. And also his crusaders were
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  Speaker 1: of the male sex. Thou this day disown'd of heaven
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  Speaker 1: and earth, are general of meanads, their inarticulate frenzy. Thou must,
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  Speaker 1: on the spur of the instant, render into articulate words
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  Speaker 1: into actions that are not frantic. Fail in it this
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  Speaker 1: way or that pragmatical officiality, with its penalties and law books,
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  Speaker 1: waits before thee menards storm behind. If such hewed off
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  Speaker 1: the melodious head of Orpheus and hurled it into the
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  Speaker 1: penious waters, what may they not make of thee thee
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  Speaker 1: rhythmic merely with no music but a sheepskinn drum. Maya
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  Speaker 1: did not fail. Remarkable Mayard, if fame were not an
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  Speaker 1: accident and history a distillation of rumor, how remarkable worth thou.
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  Speaker 1: On the Elysian fields there is paws and fluctuation, but
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  Speaker 1: for Mayard no return. He persuades his mean ads clamorous
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  Speaker 1: for arms and the arsenal, that no arms are in
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  Speaker 1: the arsenal, that an unarmed attitude and petition to a
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  Speaker 1: national assembly will be the best. He hastily nominates or
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  Speaker 1: sanctions generalesses, captains of tens and fifties, and so, in
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  Speaker 1: loosest flowing order, to the rhythm of some eight drums.
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  Speaker 1: Having laid aside his own, with the busty volunteers bringing
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  Speaker 1: up his rear, once more takes the road Chayoh, which
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  Speaker 1: will promptly yield baked loaves. Is not plundered, Nor are
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  Speaker 1: the Sevre potteries broken. The old arches of severa bridge
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  Speaker 1: echo under menatic fees, sane river gushes on with his
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  Speaker 1: perpetual murmur, and Paris flings after us, the boom of
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  Speaker 1: tocsin and alarm drum inaudible for the present amid shrill
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  Speaker 1: sounding hosts, and the splash of rainy weather to merdaon
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  Speaker 1: to Saint Cloud on both hands. The report of them
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  Speaker 1: is gone abroad, and hearths this evening will have a topic.
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  Speaker 1: The press of women still continues, for it is the
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  Speaker 1: cause of all Eve's daughters, mothers that are or that
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  Speaker 1: hope to be. No carriage lady were it with never
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  Speaker 1: such hysterics, but must dismount in the mud roads in
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  Speaker 1: her silk shoes, and walk in this manner amid wild
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  Speaker 1: October weather. They a wild unwinged stalk flight through the
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  Speaker 1: astonished country, wend their way. Travelers of all sorts they stop,
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  Speaker 1: especially travelers or couriers from Paris. Deputy le Chapellier, in
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  Speaker 1: his elegant vesture, from his elegant vehicle, looks forth, amazed
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  Speaker 1: through his spectacles, apprehensive for life, states eagerly that he
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  Speaker 1: is a patriot. Deputy Lechipalier, and even old President Lechipalier,
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  Speaker 1: who presided on the night of Pentecost, and his original
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  Speaker 1: member of the Breton Club. Thereupon rises huge shout of
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  Speaker 1: vive la Pallier, and several armed persons spring up behind
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  Speaker 1: and before to escort him. Nevertheless, news dispatches from Lafayette
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  Speaker 1: or vague noise of rumor have peers through by side
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  Speaker 1: roads in the National Assembly, while all is busy discussing
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  Speaker 1: the order of the day, regretting that there should be
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  Speaker 1: anti national repast in opera halls that his Majesty should
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  Speaker 1: still hesitate about accepting the rights of man and hang
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  Speaker 1: conditions and peradventures on them. Mirabeau steps up to the
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  Speaker 1: President experience Mouonia as it chanced to be, and articulates
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  Speaker 1: in Bass' undertone, Mounier, Paris mai sounoir, Paris is marching
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  Speaker 1: on us, maybe Genalseairien believe it or disbelieve it, That
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  Speaker 1: is not my concern. But Paris, I say, is marching
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  Speaker 1: on us. Fall suddenly unwell, go over to the chateau.
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  Speaker 1: Tell them this. There is not a moment to lose
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  Speaker 1: Paris marching on us, responds Moonia with an atrabiliar accent. Well,
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  Speaker 1: so much the better, we shall the sooner be a republic.
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  Speaker 1: Mirabeau quits him as one quits an experienced president getting
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  Speaker 1: blindfold into deep waters, and the order of the day
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  Speaker 1: continues as before. Yes, Paris is marching on us, and
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  Speaker 1: more than the women of Paris. Scarcely is my art gone.
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  Speaker 1: When Monsieur de Gurvion's message to all the districts and
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  Speaker 1: such tocsin and drumming of the general began to take effect,
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  Speaker 1: armed national guards from every district, especially the grenadiers of
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  Speaker 1: the Center, who are our old guard Franseilles, arrive in
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  Speaker 1: quick sequence on the Place de Grave. An immense people
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  Speaker 1: is there, Saint Antoine with pike and rusty fire, like us,
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  Speaker 1: all crying thither, be it welcome or unwelcome. The Center
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  Speaker 1: Grenadiers are received with cheering. It is not cheers that
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  Speaker 1: we want answer, they gloomily. The nation has been insulted
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  Speaker 1: to arms and come with us for orders. Ha sits
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  Speaker 1: the wind. So patriotism and petrolatism are now one. The
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  Speaker 1: three hundred have assembled, All the committees are in activity.
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  Speaker 1: Lafayette is dictating dispatches for Versailles. When a deputation of
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  Speaker 1: the Center Grenadiers introduces itself to him. The deputation makes
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  Speaker 1: military abasiance and speaks not without a kind of thought
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  Speaker 1: in it, Mont General, we are deputed for the six
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  Speaker 1: companies of Grenadier's. We do not think you are traitor,
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  Speaker 1: but we think the government betrays you. It is time
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  Speaker 1: that this end. We cannot turn our bayonets against women
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  Speaker 1: crying to us for bread. The people are miserable. The
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  Speaker 1: source of the mischief is at Versailles. We must go
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  Speaker 1: seek the king and bring him to Paris. We must
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  Speaker 1: exterminate Dominair, the Regiment of Flandre, and the Guarde du Corps,
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  Speaker 1: who have dared to trample on the national cockade. If
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  Speaker 1: the King be too weak to wear his crown, let
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  Speaker 1: him lay it down. You will crown his son, You
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  Speaker 1: will name a council of regency, and all will go better.
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  Speaker 1: Reproachful astonishment paints itself on the face of Lafayette, speaks
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  Speaker 1: itself from his eloquent, chivalrous lips in vain, My General,
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  Speaker 1: we would shed the last drop of our blood for you.
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  Speaker 1: But the root of the mischief is at Versailles. We
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  Speaker 1: must go and bring the king to Paris. All the
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  Speaker 1: people wish it to le purple le vers. My General
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  Speaker 1: descends to the outer staircase and harangues once more in
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  Speaker 1: vain to Versailles, to Versailles. Mayor Bayes sent forth through
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  Speaker 1: floods of sanscolotism, attempts academic oratory from his guilt state.
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  Speaker 1: Coach realizes nothing but infinite horse cries of bread to Versailles,
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  Speaker 1: and gladly shrinks within doors. Lafayette mounts the White Charger
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  Speaker 1: and again harangues and re harangues, with eloquence, with firmness,
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  Speaker 1: indignant demonstration, with all things but persuasion to Versailles, to Versailles.
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  Speaker 1: So lasts it, hour after hour, for the space of
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  Speaker 1: half a day. The great Scipio AMERICANUS can do nothing,
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  Speaker 1: not so much as escape Morbleau. Mon general cried the grenadiers,
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  Speaker 1: serrying their ranks, as the White Charger makes a motion
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  Speaker 1: that way, you will not leave us. You will abide
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  Speaker 1: with us a perilous juncture. Mere Bayi and the municipals
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  Speaker 1: sit quaking within doors. My general is prisoner without the
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  Speaker 1: Place de Grave, with its thirty thousand regulars, its whole
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  Speaker 1: irregular Saint Antoine and Saint Marceaux is one miniatary mass
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  Speaker 1: of clear or rusty steel, all heart set with a
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  Speaker 1: moody fixedness on one object, moody fixed, are all hearts
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  Speaker 1: tranquil as no heart, if it be not that of
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  Speaker 1: the white charger, who paused there with arched neck, composedly
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  Speaker 1: champing his bit, as if no world, with its dynasties
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  Speaker 1: and earrs, were now rushing down. The drizzling day tends westward.
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  Speaker 1: The cry is still to Versailles, nay, now born from
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  Speaker 1: afar come quite sinister cries horse reverberating in long drawn,
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  Speaker 1: hollow murmurs with syllables too like those of a lantern,
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  Speaker 1: or else irregular sans Coolotism may be marching off of
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  Speaker 1: itself with pikes, nay, with cannon. The inflexible Scipio does,
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  Speaker 1: at length, by aide de camp, ask of the municipals
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  Speaker 1: whether or not he may go. A letter is handed
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  Speaker 1: out to him over armed heads. Sixty thousand faces flash
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  Speaker 1: fixedly on his. There is stillness, and no bosom breathe
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  Speaker 1: till he have read. By heaven, he grows suddenly pale.
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  Speaker 1: Do the municipals permit, permit an even order? Since he
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  Speaker 1: can know other clangor of approval rends the welcon to
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  Speaker 1: your ranks. Then let us march. It is as we compute.
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  Speaker 1: Towards three in the afternoon, indignant National guards may dine
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  Speaker 1: for once from their haversack. Dined or undined, they march
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  Speaker 1: with one heart. Paris flings up her windows, claps hands
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  Speaker 1: as the Avengers with their shrilling drums and charms tramped by.
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  Speaker 1: She will then sit pensive, apprehensive, and pass rather a
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  Speaker 1: sleepless night on the white charger. Lafayette in the slowest
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  Speaker 1: possible manner, going and coming and eloquently haranguing among the ranks,
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  Speaker 1: rolls onward with his thirty thousand san Antoine, with pike
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  Speaker 1: and cannons has preceded him. A mixed multitude of all
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  Speaker 1: and of no arms, hovers on his flanks and skirts
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  Speaker 1: the country. Once more pauses Agape Paris marsh Sunnu end
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  Speaker 1: of Book seven, Chapter five five