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029 - Book 5 Chapter 4 To Arms · The French Revolution Volume 1 - The Bastille

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  Speaker 1: The French Revolution, A history by Thomas Carlyle, Volume one,
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  Speaker 1: Book five, the Third Estate, Chapter four to Arms. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain, read by Peter
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  Speaker 1: Dan Book five, Chapter four, two arms. So hangs it dubious,
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  Speaker 1: fateful in the sultry days of July. It is the
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  Speaker 1: passionate printed advice of Monsieur Marat to abstain of all
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  Speaker 1: things from violence. Nevertheless, the hungry poor are already burning
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  Speaker 1: town barriers where tribute on eatables is levied, getting clamorous
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  Speaker 1: for food. The twelfth July morning is Sunday. The streets
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  Speaker 1: are all placarded with an enormous size. De par luis,
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  Speaker 1: inviting peaceable citizens to remain within doors, to feel no alarm,
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  Speaker 1: to gather in no crowd. Why so, what mean these
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  Speaker 1: placards of enormous size? Above all, what means this clatter
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  Speaker 1: of military dragoons hussars rattling in from all points of
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  Speaker 1: the compass towards the place. Leuis Cans with a staid
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  Speaker 1: gravity of face, though saluted with mere nicknames, hootings and
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  Speaker 1: even missiles, passon val Is with them, Swiss guards of
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  Speaker 1: his already in the Champsalise with four pieces of artillery.
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  Speaker 1: Have the destroyers descended on us? Then? From the bridge
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  Speaker 1: of Servre to utmost Vancennes, from Saint Dennis to the
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  Speaker 1: Champ de Mars, we are begirt. Alarm of the vague
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  Speaker 1: unknown is in every heart. The Palais Royal has become
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  Speaker 1: a place of awe struck interjections, silent shakings of the head.
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  Speaker 1: One can fancy with what dolorous sound the noontide cannon
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  Speaker 1: which the sun fires at the crossing of his meridian
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  Speaker 1: went off there bodeful, like an inarticulate voice of doom?
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  Speaker 1: Are these troops verily come out against brigands? Where are
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  Speaker 1: the brigans? What mystery is in the wind hark a
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  Speaker 1: human voice reporting articulately the job's news, necar People's minister,
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  Speaker 1: Shavior of France is dismissed, impossible, incredible, treasonous to the
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  Speaker 1: public peace. Such a voice ought to be choked in
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  Speaker 1: the water works, had not the news bringer quickly fled. Nevertheless, friends,
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  Speaker 1: make of it what you will. The news is true.
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  Speaker 1: Necca is gone. Necker highes northward incessantly in obedient secrecy.
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  Speaker 1: Since yester night, we have a new ministry, Bollier, the
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  Speaker 1: war god aristocrat Brettelia Foulon, who said the people might
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  Speaker 1: eat grass. Rumor therefore shall arise in the Palais Royal
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  Speaker 1: and in broad France. Paleness sits on every face, confused
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  Speaker 1: tremor and framescence, waxing into thunder, pills of furies, stirred
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  Speaker 1: on by fear. But see Cameller de Moulin from the
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  Speaker 1: Cafe Afoi, rushing out sybylline in face, his hair streaming
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  Speaker 1: in each hand a pistol. He springs to the table.
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  Speaker 1: The police satellites are eyeing him alive. They shall not
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  Speaker 1: take him, nor they alive him alive. This time he
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  Speaker 1: speaks without stammering. Friends, shall we die like hunted hairs,
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  Speaker 1: like sheep hounded into their pinfold, bleating for mercy where
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  Speaker 1: is no mercy but only a wetted knife. The hour
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  Speaker 1: is come, the supreme hour of frenchman and man, when
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  Speaker 1: oppressors are to try conclusions with oppressed, and the word
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  Speaker 1: is swift death or deliverance. Forever, Let such aur be
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  Speaker 1: well come us meusseems one cry only befits to arms.
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  Speaker 1: Let universal paris universal France. As with the throat of
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  Speaker 1: the whirlwind sound only to arms, to arms, yell responsive
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  Speaker 1: the innumerable voices like one great voice, as of a
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  Speaker 1: demon yelling from the air for all faces wax fire eyed,
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  Speaker 1: or hearts burn up into madness. In such or fitter words,
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  Speaker 1: does Camelle evoke the elemental powers. And this great moment,
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  Speaker 1: friends continues. Came a summer rallying sign cockades, green ones,
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  Speaker 1: the color of hope, as with the flight of locusts,
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  Speaker 1: these green tree leaves, green ribbons from the neighboring shops.
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  Speaker 1: All green things are snatched and make cockades of Came
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  Speaker 1: descends from his table, stifled with embraces, wetted with tears,
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  Speaker 1: as a bit of green ribbon handed him, sticks it
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  Speaker 1: in his hat. And now to Curtius's image shop. There
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  Speaker 1: to the boulevards, to the four winds, and rest not
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  Speaker 1: till fronts be on fire. Front so long shaken and
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  Speaker 1: wind parched, is probably at the right inflammable point. As
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  Speaker 1: for poor Curtius, who one grieves to think might be
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  Speaker 1: but imperfectly paid, he cannot make two words about his images.
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  Speaker 1: The wax bust of Necka, the wax bust of dawleyon
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  Speaker 1: helpers of France. These covered with crape, as in funeral procession,
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  Speaker 1: or after the manner of suppliants appealing to Heaven, to
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  Speaker 1: earth and tataras itself. A mixed multitude bears off for
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  Speaker 1: a sign as indeed, man with his singular imaginative faculties
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  Speaker 1: can do little or nothing without signs. Thus Turks look
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  Speaker 1: to their prophets. Banner or so Osier Mannequins have been burnt,
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  Speaker 1: and Necker's portrait has airwhile figured aloft on its perch.
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  Speaker 1: In this manner march they a mixed, continually increasing multitude,
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  Speaker 1: armed with axes, staves and miscellania grim many sounding through
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  Speaker 1: the streets, be all theaters, shut lettle, dancing on planked floor,
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  Speaker 1: on the natural greenswords cease. Instead of a Christian sabbath
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  Speaker 1: and feast of gangwet tabernacles, it shall be a sorcerer's
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  Speaker 1: sabbath and Paris gone rabor. Dance with the fiend for piper. However,
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  Speaker 1: Bessenbaal with horse and foot is in the plus. Louis
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  Speaker 1: Cairns mortals promenading homewards in the fall of the day
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  Speaker 1: saunt to buy from schaioh or Passi with flirtation and
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  Speaker 1: a little thin wine with sadder step than usual, Will
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  Speaker 1: the bust procession pass that way? Behold it behold also
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  Speaker 1: Prince Lambasque dash forth on it with his royal alamands.
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  Speaker 1: Shots fall and saber strokes. Busts are hewn asunder, and
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  Speaker 1: also also heads of men. A sabered procession has nothing
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  Speaker 1: for it but to explode along what streets Alley's tweleries
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  Speaker 1: avenues it finds, and disappear. One unarmed man lies hewed
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  Speaker 1: down a guard francaise by his uniform. Bear him, or
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  Speaker 1: bear even the report of him dead and gory to
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  Speaker 1: his barracks, where he has comrades still alive. But why
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  Speaker 1: not now Victoria's Lambesque charge through that Twileri's garden itself,
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  Speaker 1: where the fugitives are vanishing, not show the Sunday promenaders too.
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  Speaker 1: Our steel glitters be sprent with blood, that it be
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  Speaker 1: told of, and men's ears tingle, tingle alas they did,
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  Speaker 1: but the wrong way. Victorious Lambasque, in this is second
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  Speaker 1: or tweleries charged, succeeds, but in overturning, call it not slashing,
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  Speaker 1: for he struck with the flat of his sword. One man,
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  Speaker 1: a poor old schoolmaster most pacifically tottering there, and is
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  Speaker 1: driven out by barricade of chairs, by flights of bottles
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  Speaker 1: and glasses, by execrations in base voice and treble, most
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  Speaker 1: delicate as the mob queller's vocation, wherein too much may
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  Speaker 1: be as bad as not enough. For each of these
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  Speaker 1: base voices and more, each treble voice born to all
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  Speaker 1: points of the city rings Now nothing but distracted indignation
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  Speaker 1: will ring all another. The cry two arms roars tenfold steeples,
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  Speaker 1: where their metal storm voice boom out as the sun sinks.
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  Speaker 1: Armorer's shops are broken, open, plundered, and the streets are
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  Speaker 1: a living foam see chafed by all the wind. Such
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  Speaker 1: issue came of Lambeck's charge on the Tuileries garden. No
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  Speaker 1: striking of salutary terror into Shio promenades are striking into
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  Speaker 1: broad wakefulness of frenzy and the three furies which otherwise
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  Speaker 1: were not asleep, for they lie always those subterranean humenities,
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  Speaker 1: fabulous and yet so true in the dullest existence of man,
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  Speaker 1: and can dance brandishing their dusky torches, shaking their serpent's hair.
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  Speaker 1: Lambusk with royal a Lamande may ride to his barracks
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  Speaker 1: with curses for his marching music, then ride back again
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  Speaker 1: like one troubled in mind. Vengeful guard Fronseilles, succoring with
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  Speaker 1: knit brows, start out on him with their barracks in
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  Speaker 1: the chore Sein d'antine, pouring a volley into him, killing
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  Speaker 1: and wounding, which he must not answer, but ride on
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  Speaker 1: council dwells not under the plumed hat. If the humenities
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  Speaker 1: awaken and Bollier has given no orders, what can Abasanval do.
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  Speaker 1: When the guard from with Palais Royal volunteers rolled down,
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  Speaker 1: greedy of more vengeance, to the place Leuis cans itself,
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  Speaker 1: they find neither Bessonval, Lambesque Royal a Lamande, nor any soldier.
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  Speaker 1: Now there gone is military order. On the far eastern
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  Speaker 1: boulevard of Saint Antoine. The chasseurs Normandy arrive dusty, thirsty
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  Speaker 1: after a hard day's ride, but can find no billet, master,
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  Speaker 1: see no course in this city of confusions, cannot get
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  Speaker 1: to Bessonvale, cannot so much as discover where he is
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  Speaker 1: normand he must even bivouac there in its dust and thirst,
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  Speaker 1: unless some patriot will treat it to a cup of
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  Speaker 1: liquor with advices. Raging multitudes surround the Hotel de vill Are,
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  Speaker 1: crying arms orders. The six and twenty town councilors, with
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  Speaker 1: their long gowns, have ducked under into the raging chaos
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  Speaker 1: shall never emerge more. Bessonval is painfully riddling himself out
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  Speaker 1: to the Chon de Mars. He must sit there in
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  Speaker 1: the cruelest uncert and courier after courier may dash off
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  Speaker 1: of asaies, but will bring back no answer. Can hardly
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  Speaker 1: bring himself back, for the roads are all blocked with
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  Speaker 1: batteries and pickets, with floods of carriages arrested for examination.
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  Speaker 1: Such was Brollier's one sole order, the oid birth. Hearing
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  Speaker 1: in the distance, such mad Din, which sounded almost like invasion,
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  Speaker 1: will before all things, keep its own head whole. A
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  Speaker 1: new ministry, with as it were, but one foot in
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  Speaker 1: the stirrup, cannot take leaps. Mad Paris is abandoned altogether
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  Speaker 1: to itself. What a Paris? When the darkness fell? A
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  Speaker 1: European metropolitan city hurled suddenly forth from its old combinations
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  Speaker 1: and arrangements to crash simultaneously together, seeking new use and want.
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  Speaker 1: Will now no longer direct any man. Each man, with
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  Speaker 1: what of originality he has, must begin thinking or following
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  Speaker 1: those that think. Seven hundred thousand in individuals on the
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  Speaker 1: sudden find all their old paths, old ways of acting
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  Speaker 1: and deciding, vanish from under their feet. And so there
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  Speaker 1: go they, with clangor and terror. They know not as
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  Speaker 1: yet whether running, swimming, or flying headlong into the new
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  Speaker 1: era with clangor and terror. From above, Broulliere, the war
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  Speaker 1: god impends preternatural with his red hot cannon balls, and
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  Speaker 1: from below a preternatural brigand world menaces with Dirk and
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  Speaker 1: firebrand madness rules. They are happily in place of the submerged.
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  Speaker 1: Twenty six The Electoral Club is gathering has declared itself
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  Speaker 1: a provisional municipality. On the morrow it will get Provost
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  Speaker 1: Flesselle with an escheven or two to give help in
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  Speaker 1: many things. For the present, it decrees one most essential thing,
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  Speaker 1: that forthwith a Parisian militia shall be enrolled departy heads
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  Speaker 1: of districts to labor in this great work. While we
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  Speaker 1: here in permanent committee sit alert, Let fencible men each
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  Speaker 1: party in its own range of streets, keep watch and
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  Speaker 1: ward all night. Let Paris caught a little fever. Sleep
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  Speaker 1: confused by such fever, dreams of violent motions at the
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  Speaker 1: Palais Royal, or from time to time, start awake and
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  Speaker 1: look out, palpitating in its night gap, at the clash
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  Speaker 1: of discordant, mutually unintelligible patrols, on the gleam of distant barriers,
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  Speaker 1: going up all too ruddy towards the vault of night.
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  Speaker 1: End of Book five, Chapter four,