Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1853-10-25

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iron box was exposed, taken TO a plac
Of safety, opened by forcc--and the Aus
trlan tyrnnt had once more the Crown O
St. Stephen in his possession."-N J
Trib.
Extract from the discourse of Victo
Hugo, a, the tomb Of Louise Julien.
Our realers will recollect that som,
time since We published the funeral ora
ton of VrcToR HUoo, at the grave of {
companion in exile. Below we max,
an extract from a discourse of his a
the grave Of Louise Julien, who was ar
rested by Napoleon, and imprisoned fo1
some months in dungeon, in France
until she had contracted consumption
after which she was taken out and ban.
lshed, for the (crime) Of loving liberty
and composing and singing songs in it.
praise. After er umerating her suffer
Ings, he adds as follows: which canno
but strike sympathetic chord in every
patriotic heart, and call forth, though
silent, yet an earnest appeal to the su.
Preme disPoser Of all events, for the
speedy overthrow Of all tyrants.
three days since, she died.
you ask ne, what was this woman,
and what had she done TO be thus treat.
ed? | will tell you:
This woman, by patriotic songs, by
sympathetic and cordial words, by kind
and public spirited acts, had signalized
in the faubourgs Of Paris the name OF
Louis Julian, by which she was known
and saluted by the people. One of the
working class, she had nursed her sick
mother: she had taken care of her and
maintained her for ten years. During
the day of the civil war. she made lint;
and though lame, and dragging herself
about with difficulty, she went TO the
amulances, and aided the wounded of all
parties. This woman Of the people was
a poet; the woman ofthe people was
genius; she sang the Republic and low.
ed liberty; she ardently called for the
approaching brotherhood of all nations
and Of all men; she believed in God, in
the people, in progress, in France; she
poured out around her as vase, into
The souls of the prole,afes, her noble
heart, full of love and faith. This is
what this woman did. Bonapane has
killed her.
'Ah! such tomb is not dumb. 1t is
filled with sobs, and groans, and cries.
Citizens, the people, in the legitimate
pride OF their sole power and Of their
right, construct with granite and marble,
sounding clifces, majestic shrines, sub.
lime arches, from the height Of which
speaks their genius, from the height of
which are poured into the soul the holy
inspiration Of patriotism. of progress,
and OF liberty; the people ina CINE that
they need only be sovereign to be irwin.
chile. believe that these ci,adels of
speech, the sacred foi,resses Of human
intelligence ard civilization are unap.
proachable and impregnable-and save
that their tribune is indesructible. They
deceive themselves-these tribunes can
be overlhrown. A traitor comes, soldi.
ers arrive, and band of brgands con.
spirc, unmask themselves, and fre-the
sanctuary is invaded, stone and marble
are scattered, and the temple, the pal.
ace where the great nation spoke to the
world tottefs TO the ground, and the foul
conquering tyrant applauds, claps his
hands and says-ll is finished. No one
will speak again. Not voice hence.
forth will be lifted up. Silence is ac.
complishol.'
"Ciizens! In his turn, the tyrant is
deceived. tits not the will Of God that
liberty, which is His word should be 81.
lent. Citizens! the moment that trium.
phant despots believe that they have for.
ever taken the power Of speech from
IDEAS, it is restored by the Almighty.
This tribune destroyed, he recons,ructs
it. Not in the mids, Of the public square
not with granite or marble; there is no
need ofthat. He reconslructs it in soil.
tule; he reconstructs it with the grass of
the cemetry, with the shade of the cy.
press, with the gloomy hillock made by
the C fins buried in the earth; and from
this so'lude, this grass, this cypress,
these hidden collins, know you, citizens,
what proceeds? There comes the heart
rendng cry Of humanity-there cones
denunciation and testimony, there comes
the inexorable accusation which causes
the crowned criminal to turn pale
there comes the terrible protest of the
dead! There comes the avenging voice,
the inextinguishable voice, the voice
which is never stiAed, never gagged! Ah!
NJ. Bonaparte has silenced The tribune;
it is well; now then let him silence the
tomb!
"Hc and such as he, will have done
nothing, so long as sigh shall be heard
from the tomb; so long as tear shall be
seen in the majestic eyes ofpity.
"Pity! this which have just uttered
1t gushes from the depths Of my heart
before this coffin, the coffin Of a woman,
the coffin Of q sister, the coffin Of mar.
tyr"
Fear Of RidiCule.
The fear Of ridicule has rcpressed myr.
lads Of generous impulses. Against