Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1853-11-29


In a short time he was restored, and
undaunted, proceeds to the hall to speak
for the last time. His appearance in
the street was hailed with the delighted
uccsmatons Of an immense crowd
A more striking object never took part
in the dongs of the living. His broad
face was haggari, and the marks Of the
small .poy seemed more hdcous than
ever. His long hair hung in masses on
his shoulders, AMI its frighlfulness was
set off by the bloody bandages about
his neck. Tho eye alone proved his
spirit unbrokcn.
The Jncobins clamorel, and now
percciving the weakness of the only
man they feared, attempted to carry
some point peculiarly displeasing to
him. The powers in him were stirred,
and nervei by mental energy alone, he
compelled his jadei body to carry him
TO the tribune. He had no streneth to
waste on preiminaries, and hurled a
thunlerbolt among his enemies, which
annihiiatcd their position.
They attempted 10 cry him down, but
one shout, "silence there, ye thirty ty'
ranis!" stilled them. Somc inferior
men attempted to overcome his feeble.
ness by various noises, but his inhamcd
eye blazing on them, and his terrible
head shaken at them, snbdued them
In the face of the Presidents decision
he spoke and wruns concession from
even his enemies.
1t was an eventful morning. Five
| times he spoke, or rather, thundered'
and as often lriumphed. Never had ne
seemed so grand, never had he been so
It imperious. and never had he proved
himself more perfectly to be the great
n est mind in France.
But even that scene Of triumph wa!
only a part of his dying agonies. Tt
). all human endurance there is limit
and now Mirabeau was carriod faintin!
{, and dying to his own house. The dema
+. gorucs of the Conventions had crouche'
befor the lion for the last time.
j. Paris had never felt an event lik
this. "The great Mirabeau is dying!
ne rang from lip to lip. Business an
amusement were suspended. The popr
lace allowed no carriage TO rumbl
so over the stone pavcmrnts, lest it shout
disturb him. Those man were in tear
ce AMI spoke in whispers.
"Who will defend us new that M'ri
beau is lying?" was the agon'zc que
an ton Of nne.
'c' "Who will give us bread now" aske
'e' another. fully believing this man to |
the dispenser of food.
ne "Who will cut off the heads of tho'
aristncrats, who are sucking out It
e'' blood Of France?" asked another wi
ny clenced teeth, as he remrmhered MR.
'e'' henu's apos,rophes, which had shak'
nee the privileged classes as an cart
- quake. 1t was wonderful spcc'acie.-
The streets were crowded with Hnx'o
e' mul,ilues. silently terfully await
&c" the issuing bulletins announcing I
gore progress Of the death struggle.
~ Blu, look! Yonler is strange SIG
The King OF France has sent spec
Inn, messenger, Of noble birth, to inquire
~, ter the health of Mirabeau. The GRO
. be gave way, and for once felt grateful
aud, Louis for feelngso much for their lav
N" ite. The messengers Of the convent
stood, with one from the king, at
= door Of death. Prostitutes and the lt
. eAt Of the Partisan mob, mingled with
hiuh born and the great before the ho
in which Miranean was dying. Scar
am. " could a greater tribute have b
bree levied on the affections Of that popul
d no city.
faith "Ths over wcared giant. fallen dc
c'n TO die" was as great in death as an \
WV. ' list ibertine could be. Look at
not man, the victim corroded to dissolut
tons by his own exccrable vices, and
Un' that scene let these worls Of his
'ea.a ea.u their emphasis. 1t was the last
,hs Dumont saw him and he flung his
,,e in around the neck of his friend, and
'ress' claimed in an agony Of weeping:
IL would pass througha a furnace
Jus ~ " ed seven times, to purify the nam
,hsa, Mirabeau! But for this name so p
kind, ted, all France would be at my feet
he i. Ponder that exclamation, ye CO
loot libertines in high places; it is an
'o"sua r., rism of wisdom distilled from the
,rahle rience the greotes, Of such as yo
u, the orthe greatest Of such as you.
union, "ln this, the end of my glory,"
Dan. Mrabeau, 81 would restore Fr
binds but life is going out; yes, going OF
shake ever"
lfcsll. Tallevrand stood by him. Mir
d one gazed upon his face with proud
of the seriousness Of his importance at tn
ID and sis, and ye, with mournlul conv
$ were that all was over.
al mi. "My friend,' said he to TaIleyrs
|, in the carry with me the last sbteds Of
nd yet, archy. In me carry the death;d
pld no, nr ,he French monarchy; the de
on the mains of it will be spoils
II youth factions" :. ,
le with His fec, had lost feeling, and
r date was creeping on slowly up 10 the
vas too Ne. Suddenly the peal OF
exten. cannon was heard, and starting
tI