New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-09-09


eloquent Victor Hugo has just published at LON
don by far the most unsparing criticism, and
the bitterest assault yet made upon the usurper
Of France. 1t is volume Of 400 Opages, divided
into nine books From the first Of thsae, senti-
tied the Man, the NewYork Courier des Efats s
U7sis publishes an extract, of which the Tribune
has the following translation 1t is at once
most brilliant specimen of invectiye, and q pro-
fessop of faith in the eternal vitality OF Liberty
Let us set forth this triumph Of order let US
depict this Government, yigorous,s squared
of, strong, having on its side crowd Of small
young men, who have more ambition than pairs e
Of boots, parasites and miserable beggars; sus-
tanned on the Exchange by Fould the Jew, and
in the church by Montalembert, the Catholic
esteemed by women who wish to be girls, and
men who wish to be projects sustained BY : -
alition Of prostitutions. giving fetes, making
Cardinals. wearing a white crnvat, and with An
opera hat under the arm; with gloves ikefresh
butter as Morny, new -yarnished as Ml8upaS,s
fresh brushed as Persigny rich, elegant, clean.
gilded, brushed, joyous, born in q sea Of blood.
Yes, there viii be a waking up.
Yes, men will come out Of this topper, which
for such people is shame; and when France
| shall wake up, when it shall get its eyes OPEN
when it shall see what it has before it and its
side, it will recoil, this France, with terrible
shudder, before the monstrous crime which has
presumed to espouse her in the darkness, and
whose bed she has shared. ifsy - s5;s
| Then the last hour will sound
| The skeptics smile and insist on saying s Hope
nothing This regime, we believe, is the shame
of France. So be it This shame is quoted on
| change. Hope nothing You are poets and
dreamers, if you hope. Look around you The
tribune, the press, intelligence speech, thought,
every thing which was liberty has disappeared.
Yesterday, it moved, it acted, it lve1-tord8y,
it is petrifed. Well then! People are content,t
they adopt themselves to this petrifaetion. they
turn it to account, they carry on their business.
and live in it as usual. Society continues, and
multitudes Of honest men find things well enough
as they are Why do you wish for . changes
Why do you wish to bring this state of things
| to an end Do not deceive yourselves. This il
solid this is substantially this is the present and
| the future e
| We are in Russia. The Neva is frozen over.
| Houses are built upon it. Heayylcarriages pass
on its surface. It is no longer water it is rock.
Passengers go and come on this marble which
was once a river. A city is rapidly built
streets are laid out-shops are opened-they
buy, they sell, they eat, they drink, they light
a fire on this water. They can indulge in every
thing, Fear nothing, do what you please, laugh
; and Dance it is firmer than the solid earth
Hurra for winter! Its here for eternity Look
at the sky. Is it day Is it midnight A dim
and pallid ray glimmers on the snow you would
say that the sun was dying.
lNo euuu Ouct llud utossO Ntuc VI
these days, at the moment when it is the least
, expected, at the very hour when thou art most
completely forgotten. thou wilt rise again Thy
sun like face will at once emerge from the hori-
zon and illuminate the sky. Over all this snow,
over all this ice, over this white and stifened
plain. over this water now solid block. over
J this shameful winter, thou wilt launch thy
golden beams, thy brilliant and burning rays!
, Light! heat! life! And then, listen
Do you hear that dull sound Do you hear
/; that deep and frightful cracking 1t is the
' breaking up of the ice It is the Neya, which
!, flows again 1t is the river, which resumes its
. course. 1t is the living water, joyful and ter
! rihle, which lifts up the dead and hideons ice,
y and breaks it in pieces It granite, do you
e say 1t breaks like piece Of glass. lis the
breaking up, tell you! Il is truth which re-.
J. turns. it is progress which recommenees. It is
v humanity which takes up its march, and which
ie floats off, drives forward, hurries on strikes,
f dashes, orushes and browns, like the miserable