Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1847-06-25
VA, FRIDAY MORNING.
object was TO revive the revolutionary flame
which the Girondins lhough; lanauishino.

object was 10 revive the revolutionary flame
which the Girondins though; lansuishing:
The revolutionary idea appeared TO have in.
carnaed itself, and 10 march under The form ol
this horde 10 The assault Of the last fragments oil
royalty. They entered The cities and villages un-
der triumphant arches. They sung, in march
ing, terrible sauzas. These couplcIs, inlcispeis-
ed with lie regular tramp OF their feet, and by lie
| rolling cl tiu:ns rcsemb!ed choruscs Of The
country and Ct war, answering q equal intervals
10 the clash OF arms and dealh.dealing instruments
in a march 10 battle.
"Eajans &c Ia Patric," Sc.
These words were sung 10 notes alternately
deep and sharp, which appeared 10 Srowl in The
breast, with The heavy shakings OF national
wrath and then with The JOY OF victory. They
contain something solemn as deah but serene
a. the immortal confidence of patriotism. One
would have called il 4 newly discovered echo ol
The TAcrmopy.ar4ns. Il VAS heros,n chanisd.
One heard in il the measured step oflhousanis
OF men, matching together 10 The defence Of The
frontiers, over The echong soil oi their homes,
the planiye voice OF women, the murmuriGg oil
children, the neighing of horses, The whisling Of
incendiary fires, destroying palaces and cottages;
then The blows OF vengeance striking again and
again with the Ratchet and destroying Tie enc
mics Of the people as well as the prc!ancrs OF
their soil. The notes Of ihis air waved like a flag
still recking with warm blood on batllci
|. made one shudder. but The shnddcring, which
ran over the heart with lis vibrations, was bold
II gave daring; il doubled the forces; il hernandez
DEATH II vas The ii!e.waier OF the revolution,
which distilled into the senses and The soul Of The
people The drunkenness ofcombal. The
Marsellaisc retains lie echoes OF a victorious
cilaunl and death CRY; glorious as line one, iune-
rcai as the oihcr i, rc.assnrcs The nation, and in
spires fear in The soldiers hearts. II originated
thus:
There had been young officer OF artillery in
garrison al Stfasbou!g, named Rouget &c Lise.-
lle was born II Lonsle-S aulnicr, in the JuTa,
that country OF dreams and daring, IS all noun
famous lands are. This young man loved war
as soldier, The revolution as thinker he charm
G! hy scne AMI music The slow impotence o; the
garrison. Welcome OH account Il his double ia
lent "a Musician aid poet, he iieqncnlcd Iamiii.
arly The hotise Of III. Dietrich, Mayer Of Slras-
bcufg. The wife and young daughters ot DIE
trick parook OF the enthusiasm OF patriotism
and the revolution, which palpiiatcd above all on
the frontiers, rs The scnsibil!ty oi The body, when
threatened with injury, is more delicate al the
cyl!cmies; they loved The yoang officer they
inspire! his heart, his muse his Tyre; they were
the hIsto execute his scarcely develogc thoughts
receiving the Iispirgs OF his genius.
Ii vas the winter Of 1892 Famine reiened al
Strasborrg. DciIick was poor, his table was
frugal, bnt there was aiwaysa welcome for Rou-
gel lie Lise. The young officer paftook OF The
morning and evening meal, like brother or son
Ore day, when there was nothing but army bread
and few Slices Of smoked bacon on the table,
Dietrich cast a serene look Of sadness on De
Lisle, as lie said: abundance does no; preside
over our festivals; bu, wha! Of that, il enthusiasm
is not lacking al our civic feasis, ard the hearts
oil our soldiers ale enthusiastic ] have YET
last bottle ot wine in ny cellar-2o tor II, my
daughter, we will drink il 10 The independence Of
our country. SiIasbours should soon have pa
uiolic solemnily; De Isle must draw from the
last drops Of wine one oi those Pathetic chants
which will inspire il The hearts OF the pc PIC
that Drunkenness which inspired it, The girls
brought the vino, filling The glasses OF their
Old father AMI OF The young oiiter until Inc
bottle was empty. IL was midnight. The
night was cold. De Isle was a dreamer;
his heart was stirred, his head heated. The cold
seized him, he retired shivering 10 his solitary
chamber, slowly seeking inspiration, sometimes
in tie palpia!ons OF his Zee citizens heart, SONG
times on the keys Of lis instrument composing
sometimes the air before the words, sometimes
The words before The air, and 80 associaling then.
in his mind thai he did not himself know w. WnisM
i, was impossible 10 separate the poetry from the
music or the sentiment !icin the expressions.
lie sang all ara wrote nohirg.
Faii.uel By This sublime inspiration, !r fell
asleep with his head upon his instrument and did
no. awake until broad daylight. The notes Of
The night previous were with difficulty recalled 10
mind as dream. Tic wrote the words AMI notes,
then sought Diclrck, whom h. found in his ssr-
den, digging n scaniy sala,..bed. The wife and
daughters OF The old patriot hal not leit their beds.
Disuiok called them, with some friends rs fond OF
mnsic as himself, capable OF executing the COM
position Of De Isle. The eldest daughter Of
Dietrich accompanied him. Rouget sang. AT
the first srrphe The surrounding counIenances
pae, Al the second tears flowed iieely, al The last,
enthusiastic telrium broke ou;. Madame Die
trick her In aehleI The father, The YouE2 ciiicei,
threw themselves into each others arms Tie
hymn OF the country was found! Alas IL wa
destined To become the hymn OF terror Bul
few months elapsed ere the unfortunate DleificI
marched to lie sca fold 10 the sound OF The notes,
thus born BY his own hearth, losered ty The heart
of his ircrd, and The voice Of his daughters.
The new song, executed 4 lew days afterwards
al Slrasbonlg, few Ilom city 10 city on al! The po-
puiar uiches.ras Malseiii.s adopted il 10 he sung
ii The commencement and termination ol The sit.
liies Of her cubs, while lie Maisellais spread il
through F.ancc, singing il a. they marched along
Thence The name Of NarciL'cim. The Old aio'hcT
Of DE Lsle. a pions roYalist, horror->truck with
The echoes ui her sens voice, wrote 10 HIM TO ask,
s'wlal Is This revolutionary hymn sung by The
horde Of brisands, who are Iravefsing France,
with which they mix our name =