Among the deputies there was a certain Abbe Lamourette, the const.i.tutional bishop of Lyons, who played at religious democracy. He was an ex-Lazarist who had been professor of theology at the Seminary at Toul. Weary of the conventual yoke, he had left his order, and at the beginning of the Revolution was the vicar-general of the diocese of Arras. He had published several works in which he sought to reconcile philosophy and religion. Mirabeau was {241} one of his acolytes and adopted him as his theologian in ordinary. Finding him fit to "bishopize" (_a evequailler_), to use his own expression, the great tribune recommended him to the electors of the Rhone department. It was thus that the Abbe Lamourette became the const.i.tutional bishop of Lyons. After his consecration, he issued a pastoral instruction in such agreement with current ideas that Mirabeau, his protector, induced the Const.i.tuent a.s.sembly to have it sent as a model to every department in France. In 1792, the Abbe Lamourette was fifty years old. Affable, unctuous, his mouth always full of pacific and gentle words, he navely preached moderation, concord, and fraternity in conversations which were like so many sermons.
For several days the discussions in the a.s.sembly had been of unparalleled violence. Suspicion, hatred, rancor, wrath, were unchained in a fury that bordered on delirium. Right and left emulated each other in outrages and invectives. Lafayette"s appearance and the fear of a foreign invasion had disturbed all minds. The National a.s.sembly, sitting both day and night, was like an arena of gladiators fighting without truce or pity. It was this moment which the good Abbe Lamourette chose for delivering his most touching sermon from the tribune.
During the session of July 7, Brissot was about to ascend the tribune and propose new measures of public safety. Lamourette, getting before him, asked to be heard on a motion of order. He said {242} that of all the means proposed for arresting the divisions which were destroying France, but one had been forgotten, and that the only one which could be efficacious. It was the union of all Frenchmen in one mind, the reconciliation of all the deputies, without exception. What was to prevent this? The only irreconcilable things are crime and virtue.
What do all our mistrust and suspicions amount to? One party in the a.s.sembly attributes to the other a seditious desire to destroy the monarchy. The others attribute to their colleagues a desire to destroy const.i.tutional equality and to establish the aristocratic government known as that of the Two Chambers. These are the disastrous suspicions which divide the empire. "Very well!" cried the abbe, "let us crush both the republic and the Two Chambers." The hall rang with unanimous applause from the a.s.sembly and the galleries. From all sides came shouts of "Yes, yes, we want nothing but the Const.i.tution." Lamourette went on: "Let us swear to have but one mind, one sentiment. Let us swear to sink all our differences and become a h.o.m.ogeneous ma.s.s of freemen formidable both to the spirit of anarchy and that of feudalism.
The moment when foreigners see that we desire one settled thing, and that we all desire it, will be the moment when liberty will triumph and France be saved. I ask the president to put to vote this simple proposition: That those who equally abjure and execrate the republic and the Two Chambers shall rise." At {243} once, as if moved by the same impulse, the members of the a.s.sembly rose as one man, and swore enthusiastically never to permit, either by the introduction of the republican system or by that of the Two Chambers, any alteration whatsoever in the Const.i.tution.
By a spontaneous movement, the members of the extreme left went towards the deputies of the right. They were received with open arms, and, in their turn, the right advanced toward the ranks of the left. All parties blended. Jaucourt and Merlin, Albite and Ramond, Gensonne and Calvet, Chabot and Genty, men who ordinarily opposed each other relentlessly, could be seen sitting on the same bench. As if by miracle, the a.s.sembly chamber became the temple of Concord. The moved spectators mingled their acclamations with the oaths of the deputies.
According to the expressions of the _Moniteur_, serenity and joy were on all faces, and unction in every heart.
M. Emmery was the next speaker. "When the a.s.sembly is reunited," said he, "all the powers ought to be so. I ask, therefore, that the a.s.sembly at once send the King the minutes of its proceedings by a deputation of twenty-four members." The motion was adopted.
A few minutes later, Louis XVI., followed by the deputation and surrounded by his ministers, entered the hall. Cries of "Long live the nation! Long live the King!" resounded from every side. The sovereign {244} placed himself near the president, and in a voice that betrayed emotion, made the following address: "Gentlemen, the spectacle most affecting to my heart is that of the reunion of all wills for the sake of the country"s safety. I have long desired this salutary moment; my desire is accomplished. The nation and the King are one. Each of them has the same end in view. Their reunion will save France. The Const.i.tution should be the rallying-point for all Frenchmen. We all ought to defend it. The King will always set the example of so doing."
The president replied: "Sire, this memorable moment, when all const.i.tuted authorities unite, is a signal of joy to the friends of liberty, and of terror to its enemies. From this union will issue the force necessary to combat the tyrants combined against us. It is a sure warrant of liberty."
After prolonged applause a great silence followed. "I own to you, M.
the President," presently said the complaisant Louis XVI., "that I was longing for the deputation to finish, so that I might hasten to the a.s.sembly." Applause and cries of "Long live the nation! Long live the King!" redoubled. What! this monarch now acclaimed is the same prince against whom Vergniaud hurled invectives a few days ago with the enthusiastic approbation of the same a.s.sembly! He is the sovereign whom the Girondin thus addressed: "O King, who doubtless have believed with Lysander the tyrant that truth is no better than a lie, and that men must be amused {245} with oaths like children with rattles; who have pretended to love the laws only to preserve the power that will enable you to defy them; the Const.i.tution only that it may not cast you from the throne where you must remain in order to destroy it; the nation only to a.s.sure the success of your perfidy by inspiring it with confidence,--do you think you can impose upon us to-day by hypocritical protestations?" What has occurred since the day when Vergniaud, uttering such words as these, was frantically cheered? Nothing. That day, the weather-c.o.c.k pointed to anger; to-day to concord. Why? No one knows. Tired of hating, the a.s.sembly doubtless needed an instant of relaxation. Violent sentiments end by wearying the souls that experience them. They must rest and renew their energies in order to hate better to-morrow. And why say to-morrow? This very evening the quarrelling, anger, and fury will begin anew.
At half-past three Louis XVI. left the Hall of the Manege, in the midst of joyful applause from the a.s.sembly and the galleries. During the evening session discord reappeared. The following letter from the King was read: "I have just been handed the departmental decree which provisionally suspends the mayor and the procureur of the Commune of Paris. As this decree is based on facts which personally concern me, the first impulse of my heart is to beg the a.s.sembly to decide upon it." Does any one believe that the a.s.sembly will have the courage to condemn Petion and the 20th of June? Not a bit {246} of it. It makes no decision, but pa.s.ses unanimously from the King"s letter to the order of the day. And what occurs at the clubs? Listen to Billaud-Varennes at the Jacobins: "They embrace each other at the a.s.sembly," he exclaims; "it is the kiss of Judas, it is the kiss of Charles IX., extending his hand to Coligny. They were embracing like this while the King was preparing for flight on October 6. They were embracing like this before the ma.s.sacres of the Champ-de-Mars. They embrace, but are the court conspiracies coming to an end? Have our enemies ceased their advance against our frontiers? Is Lafayette the less a traitor?" And thereupon the cry broke out: "Petion or death!" The next day, June 8, at the a.s.sembly, loud applause greeted the orator from a section who said, concerning the department: "It openly serves the sinister projects and disastrous conspiracies of a perfidious court. It is the first link in the immense chain of plots formed against the people. It is an accomplice in the extravagant projects of this general, who, not being able to become the hero of liberty, has preferred to make himself the Don Quixote of the court." A deputy exclaimed: "The acclamations with which the a.s.sembly has listened to this pet.i.tion authorize me to ask its publication: I make an express motion to that effect." And the publication was decreed.
O poor Lamourette! humanitarian abbe, rose-water revolutionist, of what avail is your democratic holy water? What have you gained by your sentimental {247} jargon? what do your dreams of evangelical philosophy and universal brotherhood amount to? Poor const.i.tutional abbe, people are scoffing already at your sacerdotal unction, your soothing homily!
The very men who, to please you, have sworn to destroy the republic, will proclaim it two and a half months later. Your famous reunion of parties, people are already shrugging their shoulders at and calling it the "_baiser d"Amourette, la reconciliation normande_": the calf-love kiss, the pretended reconciliation. They accuse you of having sold yourself to the court. They ridicule, they flout, and they will kill you. January 11, 1794, Fouquier-Tinville"s prosecuting speech will punish you for your moderatism. You will carry your head to the scaffold, and, optimist to the end, you will say: "What is the guillotine? only a rap on the neck."
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XXIV.
THE FeTE OF THE FEDERATION IN 1792.
The fete of the Federation, which was to be celebrated July 14, was awaited with anxiety. The federates came into Paris full of the most revolutionary projects. Anxiety and anguish reigned at the Tuileries.
Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette, who were to be present in the Champ-de-Mars, feared to be a.s.sa.s.sinated there. The Queen"s importunities decided the King to have a plastron made, to ward off a poniard thrust. Composed of fifteen thicknesses of Italian taffeta, this plastron consisted of a vest and a large belt. Madame Campan secretly tried it on the King in the chamber where Marie Antoinette was lying. Pulling Madame Campan by the dress as far as possible from the Queen"s bed, Louis XVI. whispered: "It is to satisfy her that I yield; they will not a.s.sa.s.sinate me; their plan is changed; they will put me to death in another way." When the King had gone out, the Queen forced Madame Campan to tell her what he had just said. "I had divined it!"
she exclaimed. "He has said this long time that all that is going on in France is an imitation of the revolution in England under Charles I.
I begin to dread {249} an impeachment for him. As for me, I am a foreigner, and they will a.s.sa.s.sinate me. What will become of my poor children?" And she fell to weeping. Madame Campan tried to administer a nervine, but the Queen refused it. "Nervous maladies," said she.
"are the ailments of happy women; I no longer have them." Without her knowledge a sort of corset, in the style of her husband"s plastron, had been made for her. Nothing could induce her to wear it. To those who implored her with tears to put it on, she replied: "If seditious persons a.s.sa.s.sinate me, so much the better; they will deliver me from a most sorrowful life."
The fete of the Federation was celebrated in 1792 amidst extremely tragical preoccupations. Things had changed very greatly since the fete which had excited such enthusiasm two years earlier. On July 14, 1790, the Champ-de-Mars was filled at four o"clock in the morning by a crowd delirious with joy. At eight o"clock in the morning of July 14, 1792, it was still empty. The people were said to be at the Bastille witnessing the laying of the first stone of the column to be erected on the ruins of the famous fortress. On the Champ-de-Mars there was no magnificent altar served by three hundred priests, no side benches covered by an innumerable crowd, none of that sincere and ardent joy which throbbed in every heart two years before. For the fete of 1792, eighty-three little tents, representing the departments of the kingdom, had been erected on hillocks of sand. {250} Before each tent stood a poplar, so frail that it seemed as if a breath might blow away the tree and its tri-colored pendant. In the middle of the Champ-de-Mars were four stretchers covered with canvas painted gray which would have made a miserable decoration for a boulevard theatre. It was a so-called tomb, an honorary monument to those who had died or were about to die on the frontiers. On one side of it was the inscription: "Tremble, tyrants; we will avenge them!" The Altar of the Country could hardly be seen. It was formed of a truncated column placed on the top of the altar steps raised in 1790. Perfumes were burned on the four small corner altars. Two hundred yards farther off, near the Seine, a large tree had been set up and named the Tree of Feudalism. From its branches depended escutcheons, helmets, and blue ribbons interwoven with chains. This tree rose out of a wood-pile on which lay a heap of crowns, tiaras, cardinals" hats, Saint Peter"s keys, ermine mantles, doctors" caps, and t.i.tles of n.o.bility. A royal crown was among them, and beside it the escutcheons of the Count de Provence, the Count d"Artois, and the Prince de Conde. The organizers of the fete hoped to induce the King himself to set fire to this pile, covered with feudal emblems. A figure representing Liberty, and another representing Law, were placed on casters by the aid of which the two divinities were to be rolled about. Fifty-four pieces of cannon bordered the Champ-de-Mars on the side next the Seine, and the Phrygian cap crowned every tree.
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At eleven in the morning the King and his cortege arrived at the Military School. A detachment of cavalry opened the march. There were three carriages. In the first were the Prince de Poix, the Marquis de Breze, and the Count de Saint-Priest; in the second, the Queen"s ladies, Mesdames de Tarente, de la Roche-Aymon, de Maille, and de Mackau; in the third, the King, the Queen, their two children, and Madame Elisabeth. The trumpets sounded and the drums beat a salute. A salvo of artillery announced the arrival of the royal family. The sovereign"s countenance was mild and benevolent. Marie Antoinette appeared still more majestic than usual. The dignity of her demeanor, the grace of her children, and the angelic charm of Madame Elisabeth inspired a tender respect. The little Dauphin wore the uniform of a National Guard. "He has not deserved the cap yet," said the Queen to the grenadiers.
The royal family took their places on the balcony of the Military School, which was covered with a red velvet carpet embroidered with gold, and watched the popular procession, entering the Champ-de-Mars by the gate of the rue de Grenelle, and marching towards the Altar of the Country. What a strange procession! Men, women, children, armed with pikes, sticks, and hatchets; bands singing the _ca ira_; drunken harlots, adorned with flowers; people from the faubourgs with the inscription, "Long live Petion!" chalked on their head-gear; six legions of National Guards marching pell-mell with the _sans-culottes_; red {252} caps; placards with devices either ferocious or stupid, like this one: "Long live the heroes who died in the siege of the Bastille!"
a plan in relief of the celebrated fortress; a travelling printing-press throwing off copies of the revolutionary manifesto, which the crowd at first mistook for a little guillotine; a great deal of noise and shouting,--and there you have the popular cortege. By way of compensation, the troops of the line and the grenadiers of the National Guard displayed extremely royalist sentiments. The 104th regiment of infantry having halted under the balcony, its band played the air: _Ou peut-on etre mieux qu"au sein de sa famille?_ (Where is one better off than in the bosom of his family?)
The moment when Louis XVI. left the Military School to walk to the Altar of the Country with the National a.s.sembly was not without solemnity. A certain anxiety was felt by all as to what might happen.
Would Louis XVI. be struck by a ball or by a poniard? What might not be feared from so many demoniacs, howling like cannibals? The King, the deputies, the soldiers, the crowd, all pressed against each other in a solid ma.s.s that left no vacant s.p.a.ces; all was in continual undulation. Louis XVI. could only advance slowly and with difficulty.
The intervention of the troops was necessary to enable him to reach the Altar of the Country, where he was to swear allegiance for the second time to the Const.i.tution whose fragments were to overwhelm his throne.
"It needed the character of Louis XVI.," Madame de {253} Stael has said, "it needed that martyr character which he never belied, to support such a situation as he did. His gait, his countenance, had something peculiar to himself; on other occasions one might have wished he had more grandeur; but at this moment it was enough for him to remain what he was in order to appear sublime. From a distance I watched his powdered head in the midst of all those black ones; his coat, still embroidered as it had been in former days, stood out against the costumes of the common people who pressed around him. When he ascended the steps of the altar, one seemed to behold the sacred victim offering himself in voluntary sacrifice."
The Queen had remained on the balcony of the Military School. From there she watched through a lorgnette the dangerous progress of the King. A prey to inexpressible emotion, she remained motionless during an entire hour, hardly able to breathe on account of excessive anguish.
She used the lorgnette steadily, but at one moment she cried out: "He has come down two steps!" This cry made all those about her shudder.
The King could not, in fact, reach the summit of the altar, because a throng of suspicious-looking persons had already taken possession of it.
Deputy Dumas had the presence of mind to cry out: "Attention, Grenadiers! present arms!" The intimidated _sans-culottes_ remained quiet, and Louis XVI. took the oath amid the thundering of the cannon ranged beside the Seine.
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It was then proposed to the King that he should set fire to the Tree of Feudalism; it was close to the river and the arms of France were hung upon it. Louis XVI. spared himself that shame, exclaiming, "There is no more feudalism!" He returned to the Military School by the way he came. The 6th legion of the National Guard had not yet marched past when the cavalry announced the King"s approach. This legion, quickening its pace, was intercepted by the royal escort, and invaded, not to say routed, by the populace, which from all sides pressed into its ranks.
Meanwhile the anguish of Marie Antoinette redoubled. "The expression of the Queen"s face," Madame de Stael says again, "will never be effaced from my memory. Her eyes were drowned in tears; the splendor of her toilette, the dignity of her demeanor, contrasted with the throng that surrounded her. Nothing separated her from the populace but a few National Guards; the armed men a.s.sembled in the Champ-de-Mars seemed more as if they had come together for a riot than for a festival." Petion, who had been reinstated in his functions as mayor of Paris on the previous day, was the hero of the occasion. They called him King Petion, and the cheers which resounded in honor of this revolutionist were like a funeral knell in the ears of Marie Antoinette.
At last Louis XVI. appeared in front of the Military School. The Queen experienced a momentary joy in seeing him approach. Rising hastily, she ran {255} down the stairs to meet him. Always calm, the King tenderly clasped his wife"s hand. At once royalist sentiment took fire. All who were present--National Guards, troops of the line, Switzers, people in the courts, at the windows, on balconies and gates--all cried: "Long live the King! Long live the Queen!" The royal family regained the Tuileries in the midst of acclamations. At the entrance of the palace enthusiasm deepened. From the Royal Court to the great stairway of the Horloge Pavilion, the grenadiers of the National Guard, who had escorted and saved the King, formed into line with shouts of joy.
"All former souvenirs," says the Count de Vaublanc in his Memoirs, "all former habits of respect then awoke.... Yes, I saw and observed this mult.i.tude; it was animated with the best sentiments; at heart it was faithful to its King and crowned him with sincere benedictions. But do popular love and fidelity afford any support to a tottering throne? He is mad who can think so. The people will be spectators of the latest combat and will applaud the victor. And let no one blame them! What can they do if they are not united, encouraged, and led? The people behold a few seditious individuals attack a throne, and a few courageous men defend it; they fear one party and desire the success of the other. When the struggle is over, they submit and obey. The most honest of them weep in silence, the timid force themselves to display a guilty joy in order to escape the hatred of the victors whom they see {256} bathing themselves in blood. They think about their families, their affairs, their means of support. They were not expected to lead themselves; that duty was imposed on others; have they fulfilled it?"
It is said that during the fete those who were friendly to the King, amongst the crowd, were awaiting a signal they expected from him. They hoped that, by the a.s.sistance of the Swiss, they could force their way to the royal family during the confusion of a hand-to-hand affray, and get them safely out of Paris. But Louis XVI. neither spoke nor acted.
He returned to his palace without having dared anything. And, nevertheless, there were still many chances of safety open. Imagine the effect of a haughty bearing, a commanding gesture in place of the inert att.i.tude habitual to the unfortunate sovereign. Fancy the Most Christian King, the heir of Louis XIV., on horseback, haranguing the people in the style of his witty and valiant ancestor, Henry IV.! He is still King. The troops of the line are faithful. The great majority of the National Guard are well-disposed towards him. Luckner, Lafayette, Dumouriez himself, would ask nothing better than to defend him if he would show a little energy.
The day after the ceremony of July 14, Lafayette was still anxious that Louis XVI. should leave Paris openly and go to Compiegne, so as to show France and Europe that he was free. In case of resistance, the general demanded only fifty loyal cavaliers to take the royal family away.
From Compiegne, picked {257} squadrons would conduct them to the midst of the French army, the asylum of devotion and honor. But Louis XVI.
refused. The last resources remaining to him were to evaporate between his hands. He will profit neither by the sympathies of all European courts, which ardently desire his safety; by his civil list, which might be such an efficacious means of action; nor by the loyalty of his brave soldiers, who are ready to shed their last drop of blood in his defence. A large party in the Legislative a.s.sembly would ask nothing but a signal, providing it were seriously given, to rally with vigor to the royal cause. He had intrepid champions there whom no menace could affright, and who on every occasion, no matter how violent or tumultuous the galleries might be, had braved the storm with heroic constancy. Public opinion was changing for the better. The schemes and language of the Jacobins exasperated the ma.s.s of honest people.
The provinces were sending addresses of fidelity to the King.
What was lacking to the monarch to enable him to combine so many scattered elements into a solid group? A little will, a little of that essential quality, audacity, which, according to Danton, is the last word of politics. But Louis XVI. has a timorous soul. If he makes one step forward, he is in haste to make another back. He is scrupulous, hesitating; he has no confidence in himself or any one else. This prince, so incontestably courageous, acts as if he were a coward. He has made so many concessions already that {258} the idea of any manner of resistance seems to him chimerical. Does the fate of Charles I.
make him dread the beginning of civil war as the supreme danger? Does he fear to imperil the lives of his wife and children by an energetic deed? Is he expecting foreign aid? Does he think to prove his wisdom by his patience, and that success will crown delay? Is he so benevolent, so gentle, that the least thought of repression is repugnant to him? Does he wish to carry to extremes that pardon of injuries which is recommended by the Gospel? What is plain is, that he rejects every firm resolution.
Palliatives, expedients, half-measures, were what suited this honest but feeble nature. Disturbed by contradictory councils, and no longer knowing what to desire or what to hope, he looked on at his own destruction like an unmoved spectator. He was no longer a sovereign full of the sentiment of his power and his rights, but an almost unconscious victim of fatality. Example full of startling lessons for all leaders of state who adopt weakness as a system, and who, under pretext of benevolence or moderation, no longer know how to foresee, to will, or to strike!
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XXV.
THE LAST DAYS AT THE TUILERIES.
During one of the last nights of July, at one o"clock, Madame Campan was alone near the Queen"s bed, when she heard some one walking softly in the adjoining corridor, which was ordinarily locked at both ends.
Madame Campan summoned the valet-de-chambre, who went into the corridor; presently the noise of two men fighting reached the ears of Marie Antoinette. "What a position!" cried the unfortunate Queen.
"Insults by day and a.s.sa.s.sins by night!" The valet cried: "Madame, it is a scoundrel whom I know; I am holding him."--"Let him go," said the Queen. "Open the door for him; he came to a.s.sa.s.sinate me; he will be carried in triumph by the Jacobins to-morrow."
People were constantly saying that the Faubourg Saint-Antoine was getting ready to march against the palace. Marie Antoinette was so badly guarded, and it was so easy to force an entrance to her apartment on the ground-floor, opposite the garden, that Madame de Tourzel, her children"s governess, begged her to sleep in the Dauphin"s room on the first floor. The Queen was averse to this step, as she was {260} unwilling to have any one suspect her uneasiness. But Madame de Tourzel having shown her that it would be easy to keep the secret of this change by using the Dauphin"s private staircase, she ended by accepting the proposal so long as the trouble should last. She was so thoughtful of all those in her service that it cost her much to incommode them in the least. Finally, she consented to use the bed of the governess, and a pallet was laid for the latter every evening.
Mademoiselle Pauline de Tourzel slept on a sofa in an adjoining closet.
As no one in the house suspected that the Queen might have changed her apartment for the night, Madame de Tourzel and her daughter took precautionary measures. When the Queen had gone to bed, they rose, and after making sure that the doors were locked, they shot the inside bolts. "The closet I occupied served as a pa.s.sage for the royal family when they went to supper," says Mademoiselle de Tourzel, afterwards Madame de Bearn, in her _Souvenirs de Quarante Ans_; "I went to bed early; sometimes I pretended to be asleep when the Princes were pa.s.sing through, and I saw them approach my sofa, one after another; I heard their expressions of kindness and good will toward me, and noticed what care they took not to disturb my slumber."
Poor Marie Antoinette! Could one believe that a Queen of France would be reduced to keeping a little dog in her bedroom to warn her of the least noise in her apartment? The Dauphin, delighted to {261} have his mother sleep so near him, used to run to her as soon as he awoke, and clasping her in his little arms would say the most affectionate things.