Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1848-01-07

aciidest logic; barring their breast to the battle-
na'I, the'r neck 10 the guillQDne :--of whom It
Is 80 painful to say that they too are still, In
good part, manufactured Forinalities, not Facts
but Hearsaysl
Honor to the strong man, II these ages, who
has shaken himself loose Of 5(Ame, and q some
thing. For In the way Of being lcorthy, the first
condition surely isthat one be- Let Cant cease,
at all risks and at all costs till Cant cease, no.
thing elee can begin. OF human Criminals, in
one unforgiva6Ie: the Quack. Z Hateful to
God as divine Dante sings, and to the Enc
mics Of God,
A Die spidcente ed a neaiici sui.'
But whoever will, with sympathy, which is
the first essential towards insight look at this
questionable Mizabeau, may find that there lay
verify in himt he basis Of ALL Sincerity, a
great froa, Earhestness; nay. call 1t Honesty,
for the th4n I'D before all things sec, with that
clear flashing vision, into what uas into what
existed as fact; and did, with his wild heart, fol-
low that and no other Whereby on what ways
socver he travels and struggles, often enough
falling, he is still a brother man. Hate him
not thou canst not hate him ! +Shnng through
such soil and tarnish, and noNvictorous effu-
gent, and oftenest struggling eSlipsed, the light
of genius itself is in the man e VII icb was never
y
able, loveable with pity. They say that he was
ambitious, that he wanted TO be Minister. 1t is
most true. And was he not simply the one man
in France who could have done any good as
Minister? Not vanity alone, not pride alone
far from that! Wild burstings of affection were
in this great heart; of fierce lightning, and soft
dew of pity. So sunk, bemircd in wretchedest
defaccments it may be said of him, like the
Magdalen of old, that he loved much: his Faith
err, the harshest of old grabbed men, he loved
with warmth, with veneration.
BE it that his falls aud folies are manifold
as himself often lamented even with tears.
Alas, is not the Life of every such man already
a poetic Tragedy: made up of Fate and of ones
own Deservings, of .SclticIsal md eigene Schuid;
full of the elements Of Pity and Fear? This
brother man, if not Epic for us, is Tragic; if
not great is large large in his qualities, world
large in his dcstinies Whom other men, recog-
nising him as such, may, through long times,
remember, and draw nigh to examine and con-
sder these, in their several dialects, will say
of him and sing of him,-till the right thing be
said: and so the Formula that en- judge him be
no longer an undiscovered one.
| Here then the wild Gabriel lIonore drops from
the tissue of our History not without tragic
! farewell. He is gone the flower of the wild
| Riquctti or Arrghetti kindred: which seems as
if in him. with one last effort il had done its best,
and then expired or sunk down TO the nndistn-
gushcd level. Grabbed old Marquis Mirabcau,
the Friend of Man. sleeps sound The Bailli
Mirabeau. worthy Uncle, will soon die forlorn,
alone. Barrel irabeau. already gone across
the Rhine, his Regiment of Emigrants will drive
nigh desperate. Barrel-Mirabeau, says bicg-
rapher Of his, went Indignantly across the
Rhine, and drilled Emigrant Regiments. But
as he sat one morning in his tent, sour of stom-
ach doubtless and of heart. medtating in Tarta.
rean humor on the turn thinks took, "a certain
Captain or Subalern demanded adtnttance on
business. Such Captain is refused he again
demands, with refusal and then again. till Col
Nscount Barrel-A lrabeau, blazing up into a
mere burning brandy barrel, clutches his sword
and tumbles ont on this caaaUe Of an intruder
ALAS, on this conaihe of an iTI,ruders swords
point, who had drawn with swift dexterity anc
dies, and the Newspapers name it apopiery anc
alarming accidem.' So die the Mirabeaus
New Mrabeaus one hears not of: the wild
kindred, as we said, is gone out with this its
greatest. AS families and kindreds sometime.
do producing, after long ages of unnoted nota
blity. some living quntessence of all the quail
ties they had, to flame forth as a man world
noted; after whom they rest as if exhausted
the sceptre passing to others. The chosen Las
of the Mirabeaus is gone the chosen man o
France is gone. 1t was he who shook oil,
France from lis basis and, as if with his singl,
hand has held it topping there, still uniallen
What things depended on that one man! ii,
is as a ship suddenly shivered on sunk rocks
much swims on the waste waters, far from
helm